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Dreamed that my husband and myself sitting in front of our realters secretary's desk getting ready to sign papers for a house, when she tells my husband i like your tattoo, when the sun hits it i can see the image of a devil shine off it. And i get scared and anrgy and walk to the door we came in and stop but I do not go out but turn around and sit back down and asked my husband about this small bump on his shoulder . Asking him why didn't you tell me it was a tattoo?

I'm at a big club-type party with my best friend K. The party is an event that's going through town, not one of the local clubs. It's in a western-style building with an L-shaped staircase. Most of the party is on the main level, I don't go upstairs. A dark-haired man catches my eye through a crowd. Later, that same man has me pinned to the floor and is attacking me violently. I'm terrified and confused, as I don't understand the reason for the attack but I know it's me specifically he's after. Later, I'm walking up a large, broad, off-white marble staircase with K, leading to a patio-type area on the front of a building. It reminds me of something I've seen in movies, there's definitely nothing like it in the city where I live. On the patio area there are tables, also off-white marble. We are going to an art class, and I am looking forward to it. There is modeling clay on the tables, but we have cameras and are going off to take photos. I have my ex- boyfriend 's camera (that I used to borrow when he got a better one and was teaching me photography). He is there and sees me with the camera, but we don't interact. Later, I go back to where the party was with K to look for clues, possibly as to a reason for the attack. I'm feeling traumatised. I'm terrified and upset and wondering if I will ever feel normal again after being attacked. I recall wondering if it's anything like what my friend felt after being sexually assaulted. At some point as we look around the club, I am descending the L-shaped staircase after finding nothing upstairs. We go into a small room to look around. The room is well-lit with natural light and is all painted off-white. There is a table in the middle. The room is familiar somehow. As we're looking through the room, the teacher from our art class walks by. We don't think anything of it until we go to leave the room and find that the door is locked from the outside. It's an old door, painted off-white like the rest of the room. The top half of the door contains a large, undivided window. A boy about our age who has been in the room the whole time but only comes to my attention now breaks the window and suggests we climb out through it. Only the lower half of the window breaks. K looks at him like he's stupid, reaches through the broken window and unlocks the door. I woke up shaking violently and afraid to go back to sleep. All through the dream I was terrified and felt like I was in danger. Extreme paranoia throughout.

Dreamed that my husband and myself sitting in front of our realters secretary's desk getting ready to sign papers for a house, when she tells my husband i like your tattoo, when the sun hits it i can see the image of a devil shine off it. And i get scared and anrgy and walk to the door we came in and stop but I do not go out but turn around and sit back down and asked my husband about this small bump his on shoulder . Asking him why didn't you tell me it was a tattoo?

A man moved in next door to my families house and began kidnapping people. I was someone he kidnapped whom he took a keen interest in. I had a room with a bed and a TV but it had bars as the door. When i was in my room he would beat the others he kidnapped right outside of my room. If i would look at him while he did this, or if i were to say anything to him he would cut the tips of my fingers off. My sister was kidnapped as well and i watched as she got beat, and i yelled at him for it. After that he cut my finger tips off and i could see the blood coming from my fingers. He would allow me to roam around outside and i had my dog with me, that was the only thing that kept me happy. My parents came to rescue me but i told them i couldn't go because then i couldn't help the others get out. Instead of taking both me and the dog home they just took the dog away from me.

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