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I am about to wake up. I hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I realize I’m paralyzed and I try in vain to scream for help but I can’t make a sound. My head feels foggy and unfocused, like I’m of no substance. My body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it, trying to get the two to connect and move and free me. It’s as if my brain is trapped by my body. I can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise I cannot move. It terrifies me and I scream a silent, mental scream. No one even knows I’m screaming but me. When I finish screaming, I try to calm down and relax, thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does. I wait, consciousness still, for what feels like forever. I try to move again to no avail. I remember in a nightmare I had when I was younger, I squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up. I decide to try that again. I focus on my eyes, squeeze them shut, and open. Nothing. Again. Again. I can’t move. I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, and open them. This time I actually wake up.

My dad and sister and I were at a park my my college with rides and stuff like a fair. a bunch of small kids were running around me and the dad said sorry and I said he should take them to the fair so I showed him where to go. As we were leaving, my dad was ahead of me and I was ahead of my sister because she stopped to tie her shoe or something and then this sketch man started walking to her so I ran up but then he put a knife to my dad and put him in the back of his truck and started pouring gas in to burn him. i'm screaming and begging him to stop, we already gave him all of our money. I offered to be raped to save my dad but all he said was ooh ok yay because he was going to kill us all anyway. I work up sweaty and without pants on.

I woke up in my dream around midnight and i heard the water running in the bathroom. i got out of my bed and stood outside the bathroom door. steam was coming out from the underneath the door and i was worried. i opened it up and saw my sister laying on the floor with the shower running. i ran up to her and she was unconcious with barely a heartbeat. i started screaming for my parents and we rushed her to the hospital. she died within 30 minutes of being admitted.

I was at my grandmothers house and the power got cut and my grandma was screaming and saying how something was out to get us, so i tried to blocade the door, but it got knocked down and it was a large man with some kind of scary mask, and he had a very large knife, but just then my father showed up and tried to save me but either he gets killed or pushed down, but i had been hiding behind a matress and when the man came in he stared at me and killed my grandmother and then i tried to protect myself but then he stabed me in the neck and i wake up

After a long journey I'm driving along a deserted street. On a boulevard in the distance I see four of my staff in boxes about the size of mailboxes. I get closer to see. They are locked in. They are standing in these boxes with hands tied. They see my and start begging to be let out. I'm very hesitant because I'm afraid of what they'll do when let out. I cautiously approach. Circle the boxes, talking to them to understand what they'll do if they're let out. I start unlocking the boxes. The last box is a Spanish man who has a temper. As soon as I let him loose he comes after me. He chases me. I immediately run for my car thinking this is my only chance. As I'm running I'm planning in my head how I can get into the car and lock it fast enough so that he can't get me. Now he has a knife. He's screaming. He's wild with rage. I'm out running him, but barely. I get to the car first, but my actions are very slow to close the door and lock it. No matter how I try I can't seem to move quickly. My fingers are on the lock but . My mind is racing, but my body is very slow. I don't get the car door closed in time. He wedges his arm in to force the door open. I struggle but can't stop him. He raises his hand to strike. He has an enormous machete. The sharp knife is coming towards me. He's going to kill me. I conscientiously wake myself from the dream and from sleep.

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