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I was angry in my dreams at my father who turned out to be my aunt husband, I stood up shouting on a table . We ended up flinging things at each other , he began to have a stroke and then all of a sudden I had to go to jail and so I was packing my clothes in a rush , and my aunt drop me off at a car dealership so I could take a truck to jail n the truck wouldnt start so that lady said we have to go in a van , I ended up in the van at night with the lady n two other girls n the lady gave up these mini Ice creams that expired years ago like 1955 it tasted horrible. I arrived at jail late n the guard told me that I wasn't allowed to leave again n I began to get frustrated n sad because it was my first time being There. Then I ended up in a place where I believe my family were all seated including my dad n he held my had and all I really remember him saying is you wanna eat green beans for the rest of ur life n I'm crying shaking my head n my other aunt telling me I tried to get ur night /time in there shorter n I walked away crying n I was crying when I woke up

I was hiding in a closet, I ran to it, to protect myself and my dog. I could hear the killer in the house. He found me, and I thought he would kill me right away so I did everything I could with words to tell him I would help him. I would help him do whatever he wanted to do. He then told me to follow him, and I did. He walks to the washroom of this house, and in the dream it feels as though this house is as familiar to me as my own. We walk there and I see a screwdriver on a counter. Before he realizes that I've found a weapon, I grab it, and stab it into his beefy back several times. He keeps staying alive for the first few stabs so I get to his neck and I could feel the bone through the screwdriver. He stops moving. He is dead. The other woman who almost got killed is saved because of this act. I walk to the bathroom and I am wearing a ballerina dress. My back is exposed. My back looks raw and bloody. I never knew I had this injury to my back because I felt no pain. There was a little girl also in a tutu, in the bathroom with me. A private bathroom with a mirror. I kept being ignored by a former classmate.

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