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My family and i was on our way out the door , when i notice a car full of bad people . The people wanted to kill innocent people , around town . They want to shoot at people homes and hopefully target an innocent soul. While my family and i rush into our home , we ran downstairs . Upon approaching the basement , we notice two washing machines standing . We got on top of both washing machines in a duck an cover position. The bad people opened fire , and began shooting at homes . Although we survived .

Im sitting in a chair with a large window next to me with a women sitting beside me with blond hair blue eyes and when i turn my head to look out the window i see eight people levitating even with a street pole with a light on top thats a goldish yellow. when all of a sudden their is a knock at the door and i argue with the women whos to answer it. We both get up and she answers the door and theirs a old man outside with white short hair and black eyes in a white or red gown he casts his hands up in front of the womens face and says words i cant understand then does the same to me. Afterwords he takes me to a window and shows me three people that are hung from a tree. Then he takes me to another window and shows me the same thing only with what looks to be death standing under the tree in a black robe and a sife. Then the man looks at me with black eyes and says "this is whats to come".

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

I dreamt that I was staying in a house with a male friend and some others I didn't know too well. I felt slightly romantically inclined towards my friend. Then, a girl I know he likes in real life turned up at the door in tears (she also saw me looking dressed up in the background - I felt embarrassed and guilty). She stormed off and went into a house nearby. I told my friend to follow her and console her. He did. I then went to bed but began to be harassed by another guy I didn't really know, for sex. I tried to get away from him but he chased me. He tried locking the doors and I went to use the phone to call my friend but didn't know his number by heart, and the bad guy disconnected the phone quickly. I tried to escape or get my friend. I managed to get out the back door and tried running to the other house my friend was in to call him but I got lost and the guy was still chasing me. I ended up in a big city that was a mixture of London and the town I grew up in - I went looking for the house I spent my early childhood in, but then realised my coat, with my bus ticket and wallet was left at the original house. Feeling completely lost and hopeless, I then woke up.

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