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I flew high above the sandy beach, following a trail of pokeballs that were scattered, half-buried. I spotted a figure with some sort of bazooka, shooting these pokeballs. I flew toward him, and caught up with the man at a playground next to some sort of a burger stand. It turned out to be a friend I had caught up with recently. His cousin was there, too. We talked for awhile, and then the burger stand decided to stand up. Much like a transformer. I woke up after that.

I was at a extremely creepy old house with my stepbrother’s Jayson and Adam. They were challenging me to go in and get candy because it was halloween. But none of us were in costumes. When I opened the door a corpse like thing leapt at me but it didn’t feel scary. Inside there was a party going on and my stepbrother’s disappeared but Fred and George Weasley from Harry Potter were suddenly there. They were having little kids taste test some really questionably candy and wanted me to try as well. My stepbrother Jayson’s fiancé Rhonda who was pregnant asked where the bathroom was. I took her to the bathroom which was in the basement. And the basement had really low ceilings as was fairly dark and then my dream ended when she closed the bathroom door behind her.

A group of people and I are running from a psycho killer. I help them escape in a cave and make sure they are protected. Two of us track down the man at a hotel. He makes all the staff very uncomfortable and they want him to leave. Housekeeper, desk staff and maintenance man are replaced with several of the hunted and start making thinking he is crazy. He put out weird candy for birds. The housekeeper on my instructions used liquid smoke as laundry detergent and the HVAC mechanic ensures the temperature in his room is unbearable. I want to control, hurt ad manipulate this man because lpof the fear he put into me.

I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

I remember I was flying about this sandy beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. It wasn't on my own, no, there was some sort of hang-glider I was using. From how high up I was, I could see these red and white specks littering the sand, half-buried. I descended a bit, and discovered they were pokeballs! I heard a soft whooshing noise, and another plopped down a little ways away from me. I glided along this trail until I looked up, seeing a male figure in the distance with a bazooka-type instrument, propelling these red and white spheres toward me. He turned tail and I gave chase. It was broad daylight, so I had no trouble following him to a sort of playground-like place by, believe it or not, a burger stand. When I caught up with him, we perched on the top bar of the swings, and when he smiled it was if a fog had lifted and I saw my friend Jericho. His cousin appeared and we had a rather lovely conversation about how our lives had gone, though I don't quite remember specifics. Jericho's cousin left to procure some food from the burger stand while Jericho and I just sort of hung out... Then, the burgerstand stood up. Kind of like a transformer. It was that shock that woke me up.

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