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It was a terrible organization. Courtney Jarmush was in charge of it all. Isabelle picket said Courtney was screaming at someone on the bus so Isabelle asked. Courtney threatened her that if she didn't help get it going she would kill her. Was supposed to go drama meeting. Saw Alaina Kahn. White shirt turquoise pants. Christy was in bathroom In banquet dress. Talked to her. She warned me but i was too afraid to listen i was so tense takjing to her i was listening but not hearing her words. Cims was md people were late. Was in elevator with Jake penrods dad and others when someone tried to shoot me. Escaped for a while. Was in dixons room when the music came on. The music came on to scare us but it was peaceful music. but it meant they were coming to get us. They would take random people. I hid behind the desk. They walked by. About to take someone else but I said no please take me don't hurt them. They took me captive . I was only one they took that time. Walked me through delchers room and I was crying because other people were being hit and I was begging to let them go. and delcher just told me to shut up stop disrupting class. Have to talk to leah white have to talk to her. Thoughts in my dream And and conscious head. (Probably cause I was supposed to call her before bed but never did) Survived for a while. Went to their hut. Bridget lindsay was bad and so was Aly Julian. Bridget magenta hair aly dark red. I I was with Veronica Olsen. Bridget asked me if I had been given a knife to cut myself. Because they made you do that. and I said I don't do that anymore id get in trouble. ad so then she told the person holding me to do away with me since i didnt listen. I felt myself being killed. Head cut off. The scary part. Who killed me? i knew who everyone else was but her or him. . Everything returned to normal. Shelby Janicki messaged me saying she missed me so much. I couldn't respond. I typed. Message did not send. At this time point I tried to wake myself up from death started to open my eyes(in real life too) but failed. My subconscious wanted to see more even tho my real life self was getting hurt. I was still in school but nobody could see me. I was walking with Brandon Kolb but he couldn't hear me. I was gone. People were sobbing. Mourning. I yelled why didn't you pay attention to me when I was alive!!! And they disnt hear what i said yet they cried louder!! And I said I'm sorry I didn't mean it I'm right here look at me I'm right here. But nobody heard.

We are hugging, wrapped in each others arms, feeling safe, feeling whole. The energy is so passionate, so pure and so strong that it is nearly tangible. My eyes are closed and I'm pressed up against him, feeling his heart beat, the rise and fall of his chest, his strong arms around me; I melt into him. I focus, and feel - the feeling we've known before, that we've shared before. It is a complete high, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I feel our energy transfer, as if each cell has found its reciprocal messenger, has become fully charged, and begins to transform us into a unit, more powerful and strong than two separate entities. I am just taking in the moment, so content we have found each other again, so grateful that after all we've been through, after a horrible falling out, we could see past it and identify our true feelings. I hold on to him so tightly because I want this moment to last forever, I want to absorb it all. I hold him so close, afraid to let go- as if afraid that if we should disconnect physically, we will drift apart and will have to struggle to find our way back again. My head is tucked on his shoulder, he leans his head back so I readjust and my eyes meet his. He is silent for a moment as we just connect. Our eyes are bright, full of love and life. Finally, he breaks the silence and says 'Do you realize how much I love you?' almost with a hint of sadness knowing we had lost our way. With that simple phrase, although he doesn't verbalize it, there is a mutual understanding, a mental communication that he doesn't just mean 'I love you' but also that he has missed me, that he's genuinely sorry for the hurt we both felt. I squeeze him a little tighter as the corners of my mouth curl up and slowly reveal a familiar grin, wide and pure. I reply 'Well, you came back didn't you?' We hug each other even tighter and he whispers in my ear 'I never really left'.

The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

I was in an elevator at an airport and was trying to find the correct floor for my flight. There was a girl that I knew who was also in the elevator and she was up to something sinister and bad. I found out that she was trying to murder me and frame me for her crimes. We ended up in a pool area that was filled with poisen and would burn you to touch or be in the water. She kept trying to push me in, but I ended up pushing her in and holding her down so that she could not come back up. But then she was fine and tried to steal guns out of cases to shoot me with and I was trying to escape into an elevator.

I was at a swimming party with two of my friends. I immediately felt something was off, but I shrugged it off. I had decided to go swimming, and when I got out of the pool, one of my friends was gone. I went looking for her and found her behind some trees getting changed into her bathing suit. I felt like something was off with her, but I ignored the feeling and agreed to hold her towel to protect her from prying eyes. She lead me into the house and started getting changed. But she kept avoiding the towel I was holding. She was also making a display of her body, trying to get me to check her out. I asked what was wrong and she said, "Answer the riddle and find out." I started backing away from her, finally deciding to react to my uneasy feeling. She followed me, repeating this statement over and over. I was by this point running from her, towards the door. I crashed over the sofa that was there (we were in the living room), and backed myself against the wall. She had me cornered, and it hit me. I said, "You're not Gretchen." The creature that wore my friend's face grinned and said, "Time for you to go to sleep." She then spit on me and I woke up.

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

It started off hat seemed like the sixth sense, but I actually had a dad. After getting out of the hospital I asked if mom, it was the mom from the sixth sense, had shown him the sweater, in the movie the boy wore a sweater when he was attacked and the mom found the holes, he said no and looked at me confused, but when I looked at the sweater to show him it had been repaired. We get home and he comes in my room and freezes in fear. I get happy and kinda creepy and ask him whats wrong. He says he sees someone under my chair, I look and no ones there and then a grudge looking girl comes out and attacks him. We try to run, I get to the door and look back only to see the sixth sense mom attacking the dad and I was next. We seemed to be at my old apartment complex from when I was growing up. It as dark outside and I ran around the complex trying to hide and thinking out people that I knew that lived in the complex. I try to run to their house and the mom catches me. The scene changed to the front of the complex where the property meets the road. She turns into a little girl,but I see my boyfriend in her. She starts talking about us growing up as siblings. I asked what if we wanted to date? He looks over and decides to take a boy body, I said you can't you're a twin. He takes two bodies, one for him and his twin brother. The brother was actually there and he picked his body. Me and this little girl go to the restroom and then suddenly I'm laying on this guy in the grass and we're watching a movie. When another guy walks by and it looks like my boyfriend , at that moment I saw the things that changed had e never met, and he claims we've known each other since we were babies. I told him he got it wrong, I guess what he was actually trying to do,and he said I was suppose to be with him and not the other guy. We end up meeting again at this dance concert.

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