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I had a dream that it was 6th pd and for some reason Jake was in our class. Im not sure what started it but he started saying extremely offensive things insulting homosexuals and he would not shut up. Throughout the whole thing i couldn't speak no matter how much anger had built up. The thing was no one spoke up until i noticed Chris made this face of like I had enough of your shit stood up , walked over to jake who was right next to me and asked him Why do you hate them so much? What did they do to you? Is it cause you're brainwashed by religion that you're like this? Then jake got pissed and insulted Chris so Chris pushed him back. Then suddenly jake tried to punch him and i had stood up and stopped him from punching Chris. I did that twice throughout the confrontation. Finally it ended and towards the end of class Chris came over and hugged me as a thank you.

This was about something that looked like a dog but I felt this was not true. Whatever it was seemed evil. i was in a store that had been turned into our house. The glass display windows and doors were still there so everyone could see into the house. We could also see everything outside. I see a black and white dog trying to get in through the glass door. The tighter I tried to hold the door closed the easier it was for the dog to become liquid like and seep through the cracks of the door. It was able to get in far enough to nip me on the side of my face. Once the dog was inside my father came out of another room and saw a child kneeling next to my bed. I knew this was not a child. I felt the dog and transformed itself into the child. I still felt the evil in the child was the same evil that had existed when it was a dog. I kept trying to communicate this to my father but could not speak the words.

I was walking on this road and I saw a boy coming. For some reason, I was really scared of him. An old man walking beside me put his arm around me and protected me. Some girls came to rob me or whatever but he saved me. We didn't talk the whole while, but when it was time to go, I asked him for his name. He didn't reply but I told mine. Then he asked me for my age and I said that age never matters. But then I blurted out that I was 18, and yet I didn't get a reply from him. He started tearing up and cried with a sad smile. He vanished in the crowd and i ran after him. However, i guess I'd lost him already. When I went back home, I cried and cried. I woke up crying.

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