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I was cycling with a basket full of beautiful, extremely white, small eggs (not as small as bird's eggs but smaller than chicken eggs). Halfway through I thought of adjusting the papers and cardboards so that the eggs are better nestled. I carefully moved the eggs onto the floor, shifted the papers and cardboards, but when I turned to the eggs I found the shells all cracked. They were still intact, but the the shells were all cracked. I shifted them back carefully into the basket, thinking that I'd have to cook them all now instead of only a few. I remember that it didn't upset me at all... only very surprised to find them all with shells cracked since they were all perfect a few seconds ago. Through some of the cracked shells I was able to see how beautifully golden the yolks were, especially against the pearlescent white shells. I remember noting that all were fresh and none were bad. The day was beautiful with perfectly blue sky and no clouds. It wasn't hot or humid at all which I hate when cycling.

It was a terrible organization. Courtney Jarmush was in charge of it all. Isabelle picket said Courtney was screaming at someone on the bus so Isabelle asked. Courtney threatened her that if she didn't help get it going she would kill her. Was supposed to go drama meeting. Saw Alaina Kahn. White shirt turquoise pants. Christy was in bathroom In banquet dress. Talked to her. She warned me but i was too afraid to listen i was so tense takjing to her i was listening but not hearing her words. Cims was md people were late. Was in elevator with Jake penrods dad and others when someone tried to shoot me. Escaped for a while. Was in dixons room when the music came on. The music came on to scare us but it was peaceful music. but it meant they were coming to get us. They would take random people. I hid behind the desk. They walked by. About to take someone else but I said no please take me don't hurt them. They took me captive . I was only one they took that time. Walked me through delchers room and I was crying because other people were being hit and I was begging to let them go. and delcher just told me to shut up stop disrupting class. Have to talk to leah white have to talk to her. Thoughts in my dream And and conscious head. (Probably cause I was supposed to call her before bed but never did) Survived for a while. Went to their hut. Bridget lindsay was bad and so was Aly Julian. Bridget magenta hair aly dark red. I I was with Veronica Olsen. Bridget asked me if I had been given a knife to cut myself. Because they made you do that. and I said I don't do that anymore id get in trouble. ad so then she told the person holding me to do away with me since i didnt listen. I felt myself being killed. Head cut off. The scary part. Who killed me? i knew who everyone else was but her or him. . Everything returned to normal. Shelby Janicki messaged me saying she missed me so much. I couldn't respond. I typed. Message did not send. At this time point I tried to wake myself up from death started to open my eyes(in real life too) but failed. My subconscious wanted to see more even tho my real life self was getting hurt. I was still in school but nobody could see me. I was walking with Brandon Kolb but he couldn't hear me. I was gone. People were sobbing. Mourning. I yelled why didn't you pay attention to me when I was alive!!! And they disnt hear what i said yet they cried louder!! And I said I'm sorry I didn't mean it I'm right here look at me I'm right here. But nobody heard.

Im driving frantically with a man in a suit I dont know in the passanget seat. Were on a two lane highway with light snow blowing across it. Its very cold outside. We turn left into a hotel/motel with lots of cars in the parking lot. It feels like the middle of the week, and its suprising theres so many people here. Much of my family is here, including grandparents that arent with us anymore. Therez a pool here, and a wide hallway leading to a parking garage. Flash forward to the next morning, very early. Still dark, and very cold. I walk into the parking garage and down the ramp to the entrance to smoke. Im looking out into the parking lot in front, and past it to the highway. Theres nobody else out. No cars driving. Its cold, and lightly snowing. I see movement in between the cars, something tall popping up, then back down. I feel as though I made a noise and the thing to notice of me, and I heard a strange galloping. Its tall. Then its in full view heading for me. Its a horse. Well, half a horse, with no eyes or mouth. Its texture seems synthetic, like cloth, not organic, like flesh. It has two bony legs and another head exactly like the first one opposite of the one in the front thats uprite. I start to run back up the ramp to where the parking garage meets the hotel. As Im running I hear the hooves hitting closer, and closer. Im running as fast as I can and I look to my left and its right next to me. Both heads have flowing black hair. Notes: It all feels almost post- apocalyptic. Everyones there because theyre running from something. Maybe this horse/creature. People referred to it as "bill the horse"

The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

I went to sleep. i found my self in a hall as a firefighter during halloween we marched all over the building and all of the sudden the decorations change to christmas decorations an I am no longer a firefighter. i have short brown hair an am in a pettie coat. its snowing outside and i am still in the building. i walk through some doors and all of the sudden i am in a chappel. the walls are grey and there are 2 foutains and 1 water fall. the room is huge. there are grey stain glass widows and all of the suddens i change back to blonde and my clothes become a gown. there are others wondering around here. I wonder for alwhile and the a catholic preist shows up he is in a white robe and gold coller he speaks to me. he says that this place is my sacturary and it will become what ever i want it to be. all of the sudden i invision trees and they pop up around the foutins. he walks with me for awhile and starts to talk. he tells me that it is not my time to go. and that i have too much still to do on earth before i can go home. and then i wake up

My husband and I recently separated. After the separation I had this dream. My husband and I are sitting in a parked car. I am in the drivers seat he is sitting in the passenger seat. He asked me if I am thirsty and I say no. he says I am going to get something to drink. he gets out of the car and goes somewhere to get a drink. I don't know where he went and I think how is he going to get something to drink because I did not give him any money. Then I realize he has his own money. The next thing is I am sitting in the passenger seat and it is dark outside. I see my husband walking toward the car and he is wearing his cowboy hat and has a brown bottle in his right hand. Then he starts running toward the car and instead of getting in the drivers seat, he gets in the back seat behind the drivers seat. I feel disappointed and ask him is that where you are going to sit. Next thing he leans forward between the front seat and starts kissing me passionately but the kiss taste bitter. He keeps asking me don't you want me? I know he wants me to get in the backseat to have sex with him. I tell him we can't do this. I tell him we have been apart for twelve days and you haven't even call me. The next thing is we are in an old house and my husband walks into the bathroom and says we have bats in the house. I tell him I don't care. The next thing is I am trying to see his hands to see if he is wearing his wedding ring. I tell him I did not take my wedding rings off but I guess you did. My husband tells me he took his ring off for a minute. He then throws his ring toward me so I can see he still has it. When I look down at the floor I do not see the ring but instead I see a silver lace work heart shaped locket that is broken in half with the top clasp broken off also. I look at it and say, "not again". I then notice my wedding ring is not on my left hand. My husband comes over to help me look for it. I then see it on my right hand. I take them off and put it back on my left hand. But now there are three rings. there is my engagement ring then a white gold ring with robins egg blue inlaid enamel that is badly scratched and the a white gold ring with diamond on the side facing toward my wrist. I look at the rings feeling disappointment and say"I wish I had a new wedding set" then my husband is sitting in front of me and says"well your not going to pick it out, I have been looking at rings and I am going to take you to look at them" I look up in disbelief and say"you have been looking at rings for me?" then I am filled with a wonderful warm feeling of love. I then wake up

Dreams of getting shot in the chest and dying: I had a dream where I was in like a police raid and was shot by an officer with a shotgun...one shot to the chest, boom. My cousin ray is by my side and he sticks with me while the ambulance comes...I can feel the hole in my body bleeding, I see the blood run over the ground where my face is and I pass out...I wake up in a hospital gown, still kinda bleeding but I'm not in the hospital, I try to get up and walk then I woke up...it was so vivid, wat does it mean???

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

In my dream im a soldier and jus as I kill one of the few remaing bad guys, bruce willis (who fought on the same team as myself) shoots me multiple times.i live and manage to shoot him in the head but I need more bullets to kill him.i run awaywith my team to hide but I later c bruce willis tryin to climb out of a window so I push him and when he hits the floor his head explodes.when I go to inestigate he is fine.he staps himself to some explosive so me and my friends drive away in a plane :s e catches up to us and says wer all dead now.as a ghost I visit my mom-she can still c me.

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