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I was in a house with my sister and there was a women and her small child in the home as well. we were trying to figure out how to get the women and child out of the home without a ex beau of mine from entering the home n stealing and or causing anyone harm. we thought we had everything in order and i walk the women n child into the garage to get in the car so they would be able to proceed w their lives as normal. from behind me i heard keys rattling, i knew it was ex beau he was coming up stairs from the basement he was rattling the keys and had a gun. i said he is here and walked away from the women n child so they would not get hurt. i am his target. he approached me gun raised ready to fire and my sister came up behind him and took the keys she also had a gun. i woke

Standing on a beach with a small group. In the distance I noticed a group of children playing, and as I passed them I noticed one with a knife, sat among the rocks. The children began screaming that the lone child was bleeding and when I looked, the child was slitting it's wrists. I fought fight or flight before pushing myself to run and grab the child, screaming for help as I ran down the beach with the child in my arms. After help was received, the child became my pet cat.

When it started I was with I think my family, and maybe friends. We were in a bathroom or basement it was confusing, but it was dirty with quite a few doors. We were definitely hiding from bad guys, and I know they had weapons, and I think we did but I don’t remember. The bad guys broke in, and I was like “no thanks” so I somehow managed to run up the stairs behind them. Then all of a sudden I was in my car with my dad, driving on the road by my house. We were still running from the bad guys, and I asked him which way to turn. He yelled “ocean drive.” That’s for sure not a road but I turned left, like I was going to Grand Forks. In Go Karts they drive slow if there’s too much weight in them, and I distinctly remember having that feeling during this dream. We were driving on like a four lane interstate packed to the brim with traffic, and I was worried we were going to get caught because my dad was weighing the car down! I also remember telling my dad that it’d be nicer if we were on a motorcycle because then we could zip between all the other cars easier, since they’re smaller. We got to a place that was like a worship area for people who were members of ISIS, but a lot of people I talk to were there. I was almost like a journalist or undercover spy of sorts because we were trying to see what their plan was. When it got to be night I got Alyssa and told her they were going to find out so we had to go now. On our way out I stopped to talk to some other people I know and tell them we were leaving if they wanted to come with. They stayed. We got to the parking lot and I realized we didn’t have a vehicle. Alyssa had somehow snagged the keys to a very fancy, new, expensive looking white truck. We got in the truck and she said “See? This is perfect, because it can do this!” and she drove over like 8 curbs, that were steps down to the road. I remember feeling guilty and asking if this was alright. As we drove away, the owner of the truck came out of the building and was like “What the heck?!” I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to steal the truck, so I texted my mom and explained to her that we had stolen a truck but for a good reason. When we were driving someone else I know saw us and was very confused as to when we got this nice of a truck.

I was in the classroom and a muscular white tiger walked off stage towards me. He was on a big long chain. He got to me and asked what size shirt I wear. When he was walking towards me I was nervous. But when he looked at my tag and saw that I was wearing a small and noticed I was telling the truth he seemed to take a liking towards me. I wasn’t nervous and I started to relax and talk to the white tiger. Then he left one of his sharp teeth inside my shirt tag and then smiled at me.

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