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Bizarre dream. Small dogs. Playful small dogs. Blue candys. Can't realize I'm eating the candy (similar to jawbreakers). More and more candy is in my mouth but I don't realize. A tooth is VERY loose and about to fall out. Choke on my tooth. Spit it out and tons of candy falls out. Can't get the candy out it's so much in my mouth. Very drunk and stumbling. Trapped. Small room. Weird doors and ladder. Girl locks everything weirdly from the inside. Asks me if I like her one dog. mouth is suddenly full of candy and I spill some out. She thinks I'm throwing up. She sees the full pieces of candy. Questions it. I cry. Run away. Embarrassment feelings. Edit: Someone in room says my mom is on her way to pick me up. I freak out. So drunk. Can barely see and stumbling hard.

Lots of demons and bad people outside. I was in my childhood home, looking outside at them all. Two bad men came in with guns and fired them but none of the bullets hit me. I was protecting my daughter. Each time a bad entity left my home another would come in. There was a man in a grey trench coat and undertaker hat who I could see a shadow of his face but he would not look at me. Two female entities came into the house....one would touch me with a wand and say everything would be okay and that I needed to come with them....I didn't want to as I was leaving behind my daughter.

My father recently passed away. In my dream I have to go to the funeral parlor to identify the body. Upon arrival I hear blood-curdling screams coming from inside. I enter the building and the screaming intensifies. I look around and find out that the screaming is coming from the crematorium. I run inside to find my father laying on a slate and being slowly pulled in. He's crying and begging me to help him. I try as hard as I can to make it stop and the undertaker rushes in to reassure me that everything is fine. He says "All the dead scream".

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

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