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I was at my former residence and there was a big crowd of people on the front lawn and I was part of the crowd. I looked over my right shoulder and I saw my son on his knees and his face was bloody around the area around his nose and mouth. There was a guy who was standing in front of him, punching him in the face and he was about to hit him one more time, when I ran over carrying a pair of pruning shears. I put them up to the man's face and I said, if you hit him again, I will kill you and he said, you'll kill me and I said, yes, I will kill you. He looked like my former neighbor only he had short cropped black hair and his face was rounder. He backed away from my son and went into the house, he looked like he was going to scream. When I turned to look at my son, the blood from his face was gone, but he looked defeated and he was crying, I felt helpless.

There was a giant wooden lion who was a nice, good lion, but I was the only one who knew he was nice. Everyone else was afraid of him. I tried to tell them that he was nice and that they shouldn't be afraid of him because he would only be nice as long as the lion didn't know the people were afraid of him, but they were still scared. Eventually the lion found this out and started to find it fun to scare people so the wooden lion ran through my neighborhood terrorizing people.

Another dream I had was me and some random people (They was my friends in the dream but i don’t know them in real life) prank called the mafia and they said they as going to take revenge on us but we ignored this. About a day or so passes and we go to do another prank call and we notice our other friend isn’t there and we see a small gold box with a red ribbon on it and we open it and see a finger inside and a new classification of fear strikes my heart. My friend and I go after the mafia and we almost get killed. A week later the mafia is reeking rampage on my dads neighborhood and I ask him what are we going to do and he states “We are going to take them and move them into our neighborhood and wait” I responded back by saying “Are you crazy” then my dad yells back as I look at his house “I REFUSE TO LET THIS TURN INTO A VIOLENT PROTEST"

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