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A few explorers and I discover an underground church that is flooded up to our waists and is very dark. As we enter the underground church a dead body pops up from under the water, at first we are startled, but then we move forward. As we enter the main chamber, we see that there are chains wrapped around the pews, rafters, pretty much everything. When look up to the front of the main chamber above the preachers podium and we see a girl. The girl is drenched in darkness, pretty much like the girl from the movie "The Ring", she is crying and we notice that the chain is attached to a collar around her neck. We talk to her and get her to stop crying. At this time, light shines through to the church and all of a sudden all the towns people are in the church helping untangle the girls chain and release her, as well as my wife and new born baby (which I do not have either in real life). During one point of untangling her, my conscience becomes her, and I am now her swinging through the rafters to untangle myself. Once untangled, my conscience goes back to myself. We break the chain loose from the collar, she instantly flies across the room and grabs my newborn baby from my wife and she threatens to kill it. We subdue her and get the baby from her. Then, while holding a crucifix close to her, but not touching her, the preacher tells her that she should become a christian. We flash forwards in the not too distant future, and she is now living with my wife and I, and she seems to be well. We go to a fitness center to do yoga, but she overhears some kids on the basketball court making fun of her. So, she goes to the basketball court, turns into some kind of monster with a huge spike coming out of her stomach, and kills the kids. We fast forward into the future again, and she has now transformed herself into a beautiful blonde woman, which I end up falling in love with and leaving my wife for.

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My mother and I were looking at houses and we went to this one, we just walked in like without a real estate agent or anything and there were hundreds of flies flying around. Then we went to the back and saw this fat man in a kiddie pool with the tank from a toilet and some plumbing strapped to his back and he couldn't get up. Then we went back inside, and this house is filthy. We look at all the bedrooms, there are 13 nice sized bedrooms and they are all on the first floor. And they were all decorated very nicely, almost like the Queen would have. And then there is some fat lady sitting on the front porch now, I don't remember what she was saying, but I went into the kitchen and saw a jar of like Mountain Dew looking liquid and the jar was labeled pube juice. I have no idea why, but there were some other sketchy looking jars in there too. I went and showed my mother all the bedrooms, and then she's like maybe we could live here. Then we go back into the kitchen and it's no longer grimy and disgusting, but there is a little girl standing in there, so I guess she cleaned it. And then my mother and I just walked out of the house and left.

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I don’t know which came first, but I had a dream….where Dalton and I were still broken up, of course. But his friends would hang out and talk to me. Dick, who I only met once and never found out his name until weeks after we met, was hitting on me. Kevin wanted to be in a tournament together. Then there was one guy who I don’t think knew Dalton and Idk if this was dick (didn’t feel like him) who sort of showed me how to hate. So I’ll start at the place where I think I should. I went to the library for a project with a class and the college was like high school, there was bells for every period. Not only that, but the library seemed like it was out of WOW in the fairy section. Half of it was purple n half of it was normal and there were flowers everywhere and it was so colorful. Well I had to find a research book and I had 5 minutes of class so I was booking it, running even. The bell didn’t ring, but I knew I was going to be late cuz class started when I ran out of the library. Days went by, and somehow Dick got a hold of me, wanting to hang out. Apparently, on top of the library was a hallway of appartments and ren and aaron kicked Dalton out and that was where he was living. Well I went to bed and Brian was sleeping in my bed, and kayla was sleeping on the top bunk. I was reading this book and for some reason I was being loud and Dick was relating with me about this book that I was reading….On it was called Chapter nine and it was about this family, idk. He kept me quiet and suggested we go to his place so I did. When we got to his place, he held me close and said “I know he hurt you” and cuddled me but then his hand started to wonder and I pushed him away and ran out into the hallway. Somehow I knew which door Dalton’s was and I knew I didn’t have enough time to book it down the hallway and Dick’s door was opening to look for me so I bashed into one door across from his and closed it behind me. I leaned against it, and it was like a dorm with more closet space in there. It was dark, and had a dark blue tint from the shades being over the window. There wasn’t a bed, there was a dressy, and your occasional messy floor with clothes. I figured this would be a good hiding spot and sat there for a bit as I heard them talk outside, Dick knowing that I don’t want Dalton to know I’m here so he played it off saying that he heard a sound out here. They both retreated to their room and I sighed, leaving, taking the elevator that didn’t close and went over the second floor n went rly slowly. The next day, Dick asked if I want to learn any computer stuff and I said it would help my future job if I learned all sorts of computer stuff so I went over to his place and we screwed up his computer. I realized I had to go home soon so I left, letting myself out. I stood in the hallway and sighed, for some reason deciding to take the stairs which was on Dalton’s side of the hall. I knew in the dream, idk how or why it even occurred, but the entire dream I knew that if I saw Dalton, it would destroy me. I couldn’t see him at all costs. This guy came out of this hallway connecting to the one I was in and we ran into each other in front of Dalton’s door. “Hey can you help me get in here?” he asked, pointing to Daltons door. I said I didn’t know who lived there and kept walking and the guy kept stopping me, asking me to help him get in. He grabbed me and I pushed him back before turning around and running into the same room I hid in before cuz Dalton heard the commotion and was heading for the door to see what was up. They weren’t able to find me and I sighed again to the dimly blue room. I wanted to write music, and I opened the door to leave, but an electronic piano sat on the floor without its legs. I brought it in and I started setting it up. I looked at the clothes on the floor, wondering who lived there. I shouldn’t have wondered because whoever lived there was this guy who was drawn out like he was the lead singer of the gorillaz. He freaked out, asking what I was doing there and stomped on me. I blacked out and woke up on this platform in someone’s back yard. A wooden platform that was 3 feet high. It was the same guy who stomped on me and he looked at me, for a drawn guy, he was cute with his emo hair and eye liner and dark clothes. “All you need to realize is that they’re made of lies. Like so.” He looked down from the platform and there were 3-4 ppl in the back yard, fighting a large cat and a large dog that I assume the guy created. “You’re all pieces of lies!” he screamed out before jumping off at one of them to fight them, his eyes growing red and the sky growing red. I watched in astonishment, hearing his voice inside me. “Remember that one thing you’ll never be able to forget from the pain and use that.” Just from that one statement, I remembered Dalton and my eyes grew red and I started to fight with this guy too. We won, but Idk if any of them died. Then I woke.

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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I’m working in a solicitors as an apprentice, when my boss sends me for coffee. I go to the cafe but on the way meet people I dislike as I turn to face them, a hand rests on my waist I turn to see my boss next to me, eyes soft but then turn steely, his gase makes the girls gasp and stare as he escorts me to the cafe, as we sit, 11 other gorgeous men and Cupid, sit at the table were at, I turn to ask why my boss was following me but he smiles and replies I’m an angel, the others murmur and individually say the same, there all gorgeous but personalities range from strong and dominant to weak and submissive, then flowers appear all over the cafe and I’m back in the law office also filled with flowers, and the news my boss is an angel doesn’t shock me I’m just instantly attracted, passion and desire arises and I have a romance with him, including sex, the other 11 angels gaurd and watch me under my bosses gaurd and gradually become my friends. Could someone please interpret and also always in my dreams my dog hurcules is always by my side as well as a wolf, normally in my dreams about men both my dog and the wolf growl but with the angels they were playful and joyful

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