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I was about twelve, and my mother was gone, I don't know what happened to her, but my dad was there. We were in Georgia living with my dad's mother and my aunt. My dad and I had to go to Connecticut for me to get a IQ test that was only offered in Connecticut and I needed transcripts for my new school. We got to Connecticut and we were driving a UPS truck around. When we arrived at the testing location, my dad wasn't allowed inside of the building, so I went in and wandered around lost for a while until a man pointed me in the direction I needed to be going. When I was finished, I quickly sped out of the building and to my dad in the UPS truck. I hopped in the back where the packages go, and a cop came up and grabbed my dad. I saw him flail under their restraints, and they cuffed him and took him away. I was suddenly back in Georgia in a wood panel house quivering beneath my aunt and grandmother. I explained to them what had happened and they didn't want to believe me, so they hit me. I heard from the other something calling my name in an eerie way. “Brittany...” “Brittany...” I went into the room to see a bunch of internal organs: kidneys, livers, lungs, and many many others. They were floating in the air, and talking to me. A gallbladder and kidney shut and locked the door, and then they started speaking to me. “Your father created us.” “He said he was going to set us free.” “He said he was going to make us real.” I was quivering and crying, and I didn't know what to do. “We're keeping you until we get free.” I knew I had to think fast, but I didn't know what power these things could really have. I started talking on my feet, “Give me a week. My father is gone, but if you give me one week, I'll get you out of here. I'll get you out, and you can do whatever you want.” The contemplated sounding maniacal and dangerous. The door opened, and I left, making sure to shut it, so the organs wouldn't get out. I locked the doors, and I was crawling through the walls. I connected a line to the room that filled it with water to drown the organs. Then I filled it with poisonous gasses, and I was sure they were dead.

I had a dream about my field hockey team and myself playing in this big playoff game that if we win would send us into the championship game for sectionals. My dream picked up with the team in overtime and it was still scoreless with only two minutes left to play. My team did not have control of the ball and it looked as if the other team was going to score, they were putting pressure on the defense and a frenzy was starting around the goal. I came back from playing forward to help out the defense and the ball was finally cleared away from the net just when the buzzer sounded. Everyone stood around in shock wondering what will happen next since there was no score and this was a playoff game. Is there another overtime play or a shootout? The referees met in the middle of the field and called the captains over from both teams to discuss what would happen next. Our captains came running back to the bench to tell the coach and the team that we were going into a shootout. Each team had to select 5 players. I was selected by my coach to be the fifth and last shooter. Each team had to remain on the sidelines while the shooters met with the refs on the field and reviewed the rules of the shootout. All the fans were standing on the sidelines holding their breaths as the first shooter went from the other team. Our goalie made a fantastic stop and now we alternated and our first shooter goes and misses. This keeps going with no one scoring from each team. Finally the fifth shooter from the other team is up and she is their number one player who has a powerful slapshot. She dribbles up and tries to do a fake move on our goalie but she choked and out goalie made a fantastic stop! Now it was my turn as I try to jump up and down to shake the nerves away. I have 10 seconds to score and the ref signals me to begin. There was not a sound around except for the beating of my heart which was so loud I thought everyone could hear it. I started towards the goalie dribbling the ball. I deked to the right and moved to the left. The goalie dove to the ground anticipating my shot to block it but instead as she dropped down I flicked it up over her and the ball soared into the net…..GOAL!! All of a sudden the refs signaled the game was over, we were the winners and the whole team came running from the sidelines screaming and jumping on me like a dog pile. Next thing I see in my dream is myself standing on the field brushing myself off and looking around, not seeing the fans or parents, but seeing college coaches standing around with clip boards taking down a lot of notes and some even talking to my coach. My coach looked over at me and smiled then continued taking to a recruiter. Next thing I knew it was time to wake up and get ready for school.

My family decided to take a trip to Chicago, Illinois, to see my relatives. We had taken my Mom’s black mercedes and the sky were turning black. There looked like there was going to a big storm coming. We then we turned on the radio to listen to some music. The radio said that there will be a storm where we were. My family kept on driving though, and I just put head phones in, to listen to music. I then closed my eyes and then when I opened them there was a huge tornado in the distance. There was also a lot of lighting bolts shooting across the sky. The noise was very loud, and one of the lighting bolts hit in front of the car, with blinding light and a loud crackling sound. We then swerved off the road, and then drove into the tornado. My family then, still inside the car, got carried up to the top of the tornado. Then I jumped out of the back seat window and then I was falling for what seem to be forever. Then right before I hit the ground, I woke up.

Sometime this morning I dreamed I was talking to a young lady encouraging her about something she was discouraged about so then after that I saw I was in my bedroom I was about to lay on the end of my bed but then I realized I wanted something to drink so I saw some grape juice in a jar on the top of the refrigerator then I looked all of a sudden there was a wall that look like a hill of dirt with a lot of smooth stones on it all around the front of my bedroom. then all of a sudden I heard a noise sound rushing from the wall that look like a hill of dirt and water began to gush out all over but the water only ran to the end of the bed and to the left side of the bedroom. my clipboard was in the water and I picked it up the I began to walk around in the water to find other papers or books that might had got in the water. but what is so strange the water never touched my bed at all. as I looked at the water the water was dark because of the color of the dirt that was on the wall on the hill but I still could see through the water. the light was still in the bedroom shining bright.

Im currently pregnant after trying for over 10 years. I dreamt that with out notice I was laying in bed and a small premature baby came out, its was soo small and delicate, I was happy delighted and scared at the same time bc he was soo small. A few min later a second baby came out, this one was fully developed and he was so beautiful with big hazel eyes, he was very alert. I was trying to breast feed him, but I was admiring him the whole time. When I woke up I felt guilty because I'm not sure what happened to the first baby, why did I forget about him? I've had an ultrasound so I know I'm only having one baby and not two, but I feel very guilty for forgetting about the first small, delicate baby. What does this mean?

I'm with a group of six girls and six guys, none who I know very well, and we're taking a class to learn how to ride horses. All the sudden, it turns into the Revelation Day when God comes back to earth and it's like we had been preparing for it because all six of us girls went into this little pod kind of thing and had to put our finger tips together. We went into a sort of hyper-sleep kind of thing and all I could hear was this strange angelic music that sounded like nothing I'd ever heard before. Then I woke up.

The streets were dark, not anyone around except the occasional Black man. it started in my first home in Courtenay. BC when I was 8 , but we ended up here it was as if we were there robbing the place but we were actually searching for a receipt for my friend madison. It seemed like a narrative was going on and there were alot of white japanese cars, and what were normal houses seemed to be mansions at first glance. A man came out of a blur and almost fast forwarded it to me there, he was evil sounding. andlooking, said he wanted me to hold his baby because of my unique body and eyes.. A woman was there with loonie sized burns all over her body and purple lipstick. She was blonde and me and her ended up becoming sexually involved after the man electricuted himself erotically to get off. I woke up naked and very groggy as if i had been drugged, i said i needed to go to the bathroom and walked out and ran down the road to my house.

In my dream, I was asleep on the couch (in the same position that I had fallen asleep in real life). I was woken up by the sound of my front door opening. I assumed it was my dad. I opened my eyes but realized that I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't move my head to see who it actually was. I tried to speak but every word that I could force my lips to say just came out muted or inaudible. It felt like someone had drugged me. I just thought I was really tired abd that was why I couldn't lift my head up and look. I struggled to look over at the door, but I couldn't. The person who I thought was my dad walked down the hallway to see if I was in my room. When he saw that I wasn't, he walked back. When he saw that I was asleep on the couch. He walked over to me. Then I realized that it wasn't my dad. It was just a faceless intruder. I struggled so hard to get up and scream, but nothing happened. I managed to barely move my lips, but my words didn't come out. The faceless intruder knelt down beside the couch in front of me and gently kissed my cheek. I felt helpless and terrified.

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