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Brought into a room with a large round table by an ex lover,.she seats me next to someone i'm interested in who just started a relationship with someone else and walks to the otherside of the table. A train stops next to the table, than another train, then another train crosses above the two stopped trains. the closest train to the table begins to move a pickup truck crashes into the train and is pulled into a tunnel. I'm left holding the girl I'm now interested in

I just dreamed i was at a store leaving and i was going to my car but a bunch of men are trying to steal my car then they chase me and try to kill me but i get away. this scene happens twice. during the same dream next scene, i try to get into my car then 2 to 3 white cars pull up beside me, while my car is parked, with men inside and large guns try to shoot me but i get out of the car and run before i get shot. during the same dream again, next scene, i am being looked for by a guy trying to murder me but i hide on the floor and disguise myself with things and he does not see me, the same scene happened a few times in the dream back to back. then i woke up.

I was sitting at a traffic light in my car and i decided to sweep the dust with a broom in front of me, i was making a large cloud of dust and the people crossing the street were getting annoyed. one guy tapped on my window and told me that two teenagers were getting really mad and that i should sell them my car seats just to get out of this easily. the teenagers pulled up in the middle of the traffic lights and started using a pickaxe on the road and pulling the concrete up. I go to drive past but one of the teenagers started making this demonic sound and damaging my car with his pickaxe, i accelerated just to get out of the situation but it took me ages to get away from him because he was really fast

Supposedly dead person in a chair in a full red track suit, fake mustache and sunglasses. I was the only person who saw it move and when i tried to mention it to anyone else the thing "died" again. Suddenly were running only I'm facing backwards connected to whatever it was that was chasing it. Felt like my clothes were tight like they were being pulled like if something else were in then running the opposite direction and I could hear the wind in my ears just like I was running

I want to tend to my things and reduce the rest to rubble Ripping, bashing Crushing, picking I go along the garden fence And feel the urge again I must destroy But only if it doesn't belong to me I must destroy But only if it doesn't belong to me No I'll take your belongings I'll annihilate them Sawing, stripping Not asking, smashing And now the supreme discipline Pulling the head off a doll Hurting, tearing, corroding Destroying But only if it doesn't belong to me I must destroy No I would like to destroy something But only if it doesn't belong to me I want to be a good boy But the desire overtakes me I must destroy But only if it doesn't belong to me No Ripping, bashing Crushing, picking Chopping and stealing Not asking, smashing Tearing, hurting Burning, then running Sawing, stripping Breaking, avenging He met a girl that was blind Shared pain and like-minded Saw a star go from the sky And wished that she could see She opened her eyes And left him in the same night

I was in a horrible school that had a demon elevator. It swung back and forth as it went up and down and it started moving before the doors closed. There were more reasons why the school was so horrible, so a group of students got frustrated and fed up and decided to blow up the school. I was handed a gray stick that I guess was dynamite and someone lit it. I was trying to time my throw but it burned really quickly and began burning my hand so my throw sucked and the stick landed and exploded in front of the school. Then the principal pulled me into her office and told me that kids had tried that before and no one had or ever would succeed. It was a rather deterring thing to hear.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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