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I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

Few people from my old school called me and wanted to hang with some of my new pretty friends they came to my house and we all went swimming we then ended up at police station for a murder trial and lawyers were bringing up pictures of me and some black guys. they then brought up a video of me trying to kiss some one and got rejected. everyone started laughing. then we were all set free and i had confidence to talk to a guy i liked which he blew me off and sat on the couch across the room i then looked at him and got the feeling that he felt bad then i woke up

I had a dream where somebody broke into my house (Not too uncommon) but from here is where it got weird. I went into my basement, and the person who broke in was using my bathroom, and they had taken somebody prisoner. The prisoner was hanging in a net in the middle of my basement. I got out a butterfly knife and cut them down (struggling a bit). It turned out the prisoner was an old friend of mine I haven't seen in 2-3 years. We escaped my basement and got into his car and drove off. I called my mom and told her what happened and was responded with an "Oh My God..." like it was something terrible. For some reason I told her "I'm not going to math class because someone broke in, so we're going to see a movie.." Once I got back my father had hired people from my highschool to keep constant watch around the house, and then we went and waited at the top of our street to try and spot the car... It all felt so real, I remember every turn I took every hall I went down, everything, but I haven't the slightest idea what it could mean! Ideas?? I woke up literally terrified, I don't know why it scared my so much, but I was extremely scared upon waking. Thanks- Jon

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