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My son age 22 is backpacking through out Europe. In my dream him and myself were in a situation where we were being attacked by terroists. We hid in a closet it but they shot him with these dart like bullets 5 times. I picked him up, bleeding and injured and ran to the American Embassy for help but the terroists were there too. They kept trying to take him from me and I was yelling for the army to come and help me. Somehow he was gone and they had gotten him. Clear as day I saw his face in my dream and he said he was ok, he was on the other side, he had in fact died.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

It was dark and I was with my family, but my family wasn’t my family. We were in a bar and I had an older sister who was around nine years old, and a younger sister who was around five. I was a little girl around the age seven I had three puppies with me, when a creepy woman walked through the door with an evil look on her face. My “mom” was a woman with curly blond hair and she looked like she did some hard-core drugs back in the day. She started to scramble to get all of us out of the bar. There was a blur and all of a sudden the bar went up in flames, all of us were running. I looked back and saw the creepy women running after us, another blur, I’m alone running with the three puppies in my arms frantically looking for my family. I ran down an ally and the creepy lady with her crazy eyes was running after me. Frightened and ready to fall to the ground I woke up.

Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

I woke up very early in the morning, excited to go to work, then I was surprised that we were going on a field trip. Once I stepped onto the school bus it turned into a coach bus with psychedelic blue carpeting. This children's field trip turned into a trip to Colorado with people I didn't know or see. Soon, a boy my age came up to me and started hitting on me, bug time. He kept saying "Come on, you want to.", and I kept saying no and pushing him off, even though a part of me wanted to say yes.

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