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I had a dream about a woman who looked young from far away but was actually elderly in the face. She wore black sunglasses and a green shirt with an l on it. My. Grandparents and I went to Jamaica, she was stalking us, and I got tired of it so I went up to her and asked what her problem was. She stood still and silent for a few seconds, then broke into an abnormal scream, and jumped/ran away in a monkey like position. This continued for a while, just in different locations.

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I'm in a dark room, the walls are concert and have cracks in it. One crack goes from the corner on the far left from the floor to the ceiling. The floorboards on old and rotted some completely missing. My arms are crossed behind by back and short chains are wrapped around my wrist and connected to the wall. The chained are so short that they bring my wist between my shoulder blades, so I can't move at all. I have on a pair of black jeans and a grey t shirt on. My jeans are ripped showing a gash in my right leg traveling from my inner thigh to a couple inches above my knee, looks to be an inch deep. I'm opposite from the door. My mind is foggy, like I've been drugged or something. I see a soft glow in the doorway and hear a roaring then the whole room is on fire. I struggle against the chains but can't get out. Then I'm on fire. Burning alive.

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There is a little girl and i am seeing through her eyes. i'm in a white small dark tunnel about the size of a bigger vent. My hands are tied, and I've been gagged. I'm scared and crying. I wriggle/crawl through the tunnel. I don't know why because I don't think I'll get anywhere. As I move, I notice a hole above me. It's big enough for me to fit through. As I go toward it, a hand smashes down into the tunnel. It's unnaturally pale. It's trying to get me! For some reason I can't go backwards! I can't go fast enough! The hand grabbed my hair and started pulling me up, but I escaped. Then suddenly I remembered. This is what my mother did before she died. When I was being a bad girl. I'm scared. I back away far enough to where the hand can't reach me. Maybe I'll sleep here, and when I wake up, she'll be gone... Wait! She's coming down here! HELP!!! Then there is static, like an old tv switching channels back and forth. I see the hand trying to grab me, then I see her rushing toward me, pale and deadly. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

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I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

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