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I'm looking for something at home, and I realise my ex lover is here and wants to speak to me. I am happy to see him as I have not spoken to him in a long time. We get coffee and he is wait ting for me in my room, instantly I am in a hallway filled with doors. Some locked and some locked. I'm scared as the hallway is at a school. I see one of my friends and she is blind. I'm running away from these small evil creatures. I'm trying to get back to my ex lover to tell him I still love him. I don't get back I'm captured by the creatures. I'm scared and in pain.

I dreamt that i went back to my family house were i grew up my mum and dad was at the weekend as i walked up the path. My mum has been dead for 29 years, she was wearing red cords and a blue short sleeve shirt an outfit i recall from when she was alive. When i entered the house i went in living room my mum was sat down on a chair and she started to look really unwell as if she was decomposing infront of me i asked if she was ok knowing she was not. She said she said she was fine and got up and started to pace infront of me, i felt scared and i kept saying mum you are dead rest in peace over and over again. she then walked out of the door and i felt petrified

I was in a cafe/pub - quite derelict, a bit run down. I was accompanied by a person from my past and a person from my present (the persons of no great significance other than they may have crossed my mind recently). I suddenly realised I was naked and felt very exposed, so I quickly grabbed my dressing gown to cover myself up. I then saw myself (looking at - not being) as a 17 year old - same age, same hair, same clothes and horrible make up. This was just for a few moments; but I was still me. Then my sister and her husband give me their new born baby boy) (they don't have a new born baby in reality) for me to look after. He was sleeping at first but I wanted him to wake up so I could see, cuddle, play and engage with him. The baby kept waking up occasionally and smiling at me and it was a warm feeling. He looked so happy and the detail was immense. I remember thinking he had his Dad's nose. Next thing the baby was immersed in water (as per my sister's instructions for me baby-sitting). I was following her instructions; but it didn't feel right. I looked at the baby again and he was immersed quite deeply, so I decided to take him out of the water. I panicked at first because he appeared blue and that he almost died. I then very quickly brought him back to life and he was smiling again. I then continued to nurse him and cuddle him. The dream then switched slightly. I was still in the same old derelict pub/cafe; but it was like I had forgotten anyone else was there (the persons from past and present). It was just me and the baby. I was standing holding the baby facing a very clear reflection (window). Looking at this reflection, the baby was very happy and smiling and so was I. I felt a strong, warm bond with the baby.

Okay so I was babysitting this little boy & his little sister. the boy was 5 & the girl was 3. well it was me, mykenzie & Michael. & like 2 guy friends of mine show up at the front door & they're like we just got jumped, they're after us. I looked over & saw like 20 guys & I was like oh hell no, I have kids in here; they're going to bust my windows in & everything. & so I ran inside & hid the kids & locked the door. I looked outside & they were getting jumped & they were shooting guns at my house. blah blah blah. well eventually the cops cleared everything out. & I was walking the street with the kids. & I got a phone call & they were like you're next. & I turned around & there was a line of guys on dirt bikes & four wheelers. & stuff. & I ran with the kids & took them to a neighbors house. & i took this car & drove as far away as possible. & then I got thrown into this museum thing. & they found me. I ran. & found some kid & he looked exactly like Dylan. & I stopped. & I was like can I hug you? & he was like yeah. so I hugged him. & then I continued to run. I got back in the car & drove back to the neighbors. they broke in & took the little girl but couldn't find the boy. & they killed the old lady. & then they found me again. & then they all jumped me & started trying to slice my throat & at that time I woke up.

It was like in 1920s America and I was in a side street that was connecting to major streets. I was just standing there when all of a sudden gunfire erupts in on of the streets. At first people are like da fuq? Then it starts coming from everywhere. People start hiding and I see this one lady just standing there, so I grab her and run into an alley straight ahead that runs parallel between the two major streets being followed by the "mob". We climb a ladder up onto the roofs, which are pinkish red, and the "mob" quickly catches up with us. They shoot her on site because she was their target. Since there can't be any witnesses, they give me the choice to kill myself. I hold the gun to my head but can't do it, I feel the pain of what it would feel like and breakdown a little. I give the gun back to the guy who gave it to me and tell him to do me in but not let me see it coming. So I turn around and walk a few steps and face away from him. Then he shoots. I fall on the roof face down with my hands by the sides of my face.

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