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Watched some sort of dark video simulation of something. Something that explained UFOs and something else. Sitting on couch downstairs with brother and mom, mom somehow explains that that is the cause of her fear of flying, and so that she will kill herself at 5pm. I can’t remember what causes her to say this, but she says, “you know I only say these diet tips to help you right?” and something about how she doesn’t necessarily think I need them, just that she wants to help me. I’m depressed about the 5pm thing, and seeing that it’s 11am, I decide I’m gonna go cry and take a nap. I get upstairs to my room which is dark, and when I get inside there is a kitten already lying on the bed, and another has just lay down. There is an intolerable stench of pee and feces, and I look to see that the cat is leaking a puddle of pee and poo onto the bed. I’m disgusted and angry and go to open the balcony door with my cat at my feet. When I open the curtain, however, there is a duplicate sitting outside waiting to come in. The cat at my feet tries to make sure I don’t open the door and tries to warn me of the imposter, but then I am forced to think that perhaps the one at my feet is the imposter. I can’t really remember the rest but it’s me trying to figure out an explanation as to which is the real cat. Disturbed and frightened and kinda panicked.

This morning i had a dream about my mothers husband who is not my biological. father he DIED DECEMBER 19 2012 HE DIED FROM CANCER I NO HE DIED BECAUSE MY MOTHERS AN I FOUND HIM IN THE LIVING ROOM DEAD BECAUSE MY MOTHERS WAS HIS CARE TAKER SHE REFUSED TO PUT HER HUSBAND IN A SICK HOME ...SHE TOOK CARE OF HIM AN I HELP HER SHE TURNED THERE HOME INTO A HOSPICE. HOME ........TODAY I HAD A DREAM HE WAS ALIVE LAYING ON MY BED BLUE JEANS GREAN SWEATER. ....HE WAS SMILING HE LOOKED UP TO ME AS HIS MOTHERS WHO IS NNO KIND TO ME AT A ALL WHO SHE AS WELL DIED AT 80 YEARS OLD HE SAID SHERMEKA WHEN MY MOTHER COME BACK I WILL GIVE U 100$ BECAUSE U HAVE HELP ME. HIS DEAD MOTHER LEFT AN SHE WENT OUT OF MY FRONT DOOR AN HE LAYED ON MY BED HE SAID SHERMEKA U CAN GO FINSH PLAYING YOUR VIDEO GAMES NOW I'M OK I'M ALRIGHT WHAT ON GODS GREAN EARTH DOSE THIS MEAN PLEASE HELP I'M SCARED

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.

Collecting several mice, and putting them in a broken cage. The mice keep trying to escape, but can't. Friends give me golden tolkens for an overpriced bookstore. An antique graphic novel of a videogame has moving illustrations in the middle of the book. A famous author uses a paint brush to sign the first page of the book. Black blood flows backwards out of the paint brush, and it leaks out of the top of the book. The cashier hands me a bowl of icecream cake.

I woke up from a nightmare. I was half asleep when my friend tried to hook up with me or take advantage of me while I was asleep. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a video camera. I take it out of their hand and throw it. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and freak out about what happened. I try to make myself fall back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out from my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.

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