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I were to a restaurant to order some spicy chicken wings and while I was waiting for the food to be cooked so I could go back to work, the waitress ask me to have a seat in the booth so I asked how long will it take for my food so she said it should be ready around 430 so I asked her what time is it now so she pulled her watch on her arm and it looked like a big clock with big numbers and big hands on it the numbers I saw was 4 and 5 which the time was 425 so I had 5 minutes more to wait, so I said ok I have to back to work by 5oclock, while waiting a man came over to my booth and ask me about my eyes he said I see in your eyes there is something about your eyes that you could talk to the Nazis and teach them to get along with the other races. I can see it in your eyes the man said to me.

I am only about 10 years old and am trapped in a big white mansion that has bars on the door and is in a giant field next to a lake. The mansion is an orphanage but I am the only kid there. I am really scared because someone is trying to find me to kill me but I don't know who. I finally escape the mansion through a tiny window and start to run away. Someone is following me but I know that if I get to the town on the other side of the lake I will be safe and something good is waiting for me there. I begin to run around the lake along the side of it but the person is gaining on my and the town is not getting any closer. I am really scared and keep running but just as the person gets near me to kill me and before I get to the town I wake up.

Last night I dreamed of failing every single one of my semester tests this semester. I walked into to every single class feeling confident and then just failed every single one. I checked my grades over Christmas break knowing that I would be happy with my results and it happened just the opposite. I was so sad that my grades were so bad that it ruined my whole break, including Christmas day. I think I had this dream because I’m starting to get nervous about the end of the semester and semester tests.

The dream did not begin with the promise of horror; I was in a college auditorium surrounded by a few fellow students and we were preparing to watch a documentary by the gentleman on stage. Initially, the general conception among the crowd was that he was depressed and that the documentary he had to show us would be about his depression; this was not the case. When the film began to play, we quickly learned that it was filmed by his father. “Dad, come here there’s something you need to see!” But it’s dark, what is there to possibly see in the dark? Suddenly, I no longer feel as though I’m sitting down watching this scenario play out on film; I am the father, following my son around with this video camera gearing to see whatever he has planned for me. I step into the light and it is here where my dream becomes a nightmare. All around are bodies that have been destroyed; from the few I dare to look at I can see a girl with no eyes and a gashed leg and a myriad of dead men. The horror does not stop here, in the dream my son takes me from room to room showing me more dead bodies; he has killed them all for me. Then I am surrounded by more darkness, but this is a good darkness. It is the darkness of my room and my nightmare was over.

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