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The dream started abruptly with a woman who looked to be about 8 or more months pregnant being attacked by two men. One man held her from behind while the other brutally began punching her in the stomach. Then, the dream moved to a new scene. This is where it ot incredibly disturbing for me. The dream cut to a scene of a dirty dark field with corpses and blood everywhere. Then, I saw the same woman from earlier, being mercilessly raped by a group of men. She was screaming and crying. Then, it cut to a scene of a fenced in area, where there was a dead newborn baby. It's face looked like it had been beaten severely. Then another cut to a scene of the same woman, being wrapped tightly in plastic by one of her attackers. Her face was horrifically beaten and bloodied. Swollen and covered in cuts and bruises. She didn't eve look human anymore. She was faintly weeping. The only area he didn't wrap was around her mouth. The other man then began shoving a plastic tube down her throat. What the tube was for I don't know, this is where I woke up.

Went to be at 12:32. riding bicycle down a hill. cool wind against my face. wearing white t-shirt that had three red arrows pointing up, left, and right. never reached the bottom of hill. i began pedaling harder trying to ride through a rocky dirt path. i couldn't move my legs any longer. i then realized the wheels were made of cookies. the cookies started to crumble as i slowed down. i jumped off the bike and it melted into the ground and the cookies were gone. i began to walk but i only looked at my feet. i wasn't wearing any shoes. the ground was dark green with light spots. i lifted my head and saw the light purple sky with orange circles. the ground started to move beneath me so i began to crawl. i never looked up until i had this strange feeling i was being watched. when i looked up there was a dinosaur staring at me. it didn't acknowledge my presence. i began to move my mouth as if talking, but no words came out. then i woke up

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.

I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal, this animal I can't escape myself So many times I've lied But there's still rage inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal Somebody help me through this nightmare I can't control myself Somebody wake me from this nightmare I can't escape this hell This animal, this animal This animal, this animal This animal, this animal This animal So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal I have become

It's the middle of a zombie apocalypse and me and my best friend (we are both female and 16 years old) are running from the zombies after putting human remains on the floor to distract the zombies. We then enter into a small dark apartment where zombies would find it difficult to reach us. I ask my best friend if she loves me, she said "of course I do" and the next time she looks at me she is wearing a wedding dress, dirty and old, moth eaten. I look away and ask if she is a virgin, she says she is. I tell her I am (this is true as both of us are virgins). She asks me if I want to change that and I say I do. I tell her I'm nervous about having sex and I turn around and she is lying on he bed in seductive underwear. She then gets me to lie down and climbs over me, she then says, and I remember this specifically, "this is why the wife is needed". She begins to undress me and using sex toys on me, and we eventually have sex.

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