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A chinese woman sat in front of me. she was a stranger, but we started chatting. i enjoyed her company and found her easy to talk to. she began giving me a facial and gave me advice on something that i must do right away. it was very urgent. it could not wait. she said it would change my life. i felt some sort of emotional barrier around me began to fall. she began putting honey on my face and urged me to do this one thing, which i cannot remember. i began rubbing granular honey on my hands, entwining them with hers as she rubbed with just the right pressure. the energy level increased. i understood what she was trying to say. i needed to get up now and do this one thing right away, no matter the cost. i woke up.

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I was at the school in Goodridge, school was over and I was walking to my car. There was a car parked next to mine so i couldn’t see my car very well, when the car pulled away, I saw a middle-aged man standing by the driver side door, (the back door on the drivers side of my car doesn't always lock), he tried that door and when he opened it he looked up at me and quickly got in, climbing into the front seat as his young kid got it the drivers side, I ran to my car, opened the passenger door, reached in, and I didn't think I could stop him, so I grabbed his kid, thinking that would stop him but it didn’t he drove off in my car while I held his four year old boy who didn’t seem to care that his dad had just left him.

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

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I was in my apartment building hanging out with my friends then out of nowhere they all just disappeared and I was alone. After a bit of walking down the hall I realized that the hallway just kept going like it was an endless hall but at the end of the hall there was a staircase. I tried running to it but the distance never changed between me and the stairs. Once I got tired of trying to reach the stairs I closed my eyes to rest them but when I opened them again there was a demon in front of me, I froze in fear but was still able to blink and slightly breath. And every time I blinked there would be one more demon surrounding me. That kept going until there was eight of them around me. Then little by little they kept creeping closer and closer until they were a foot away, and then they started clawing at me, and biting me trying to kill me. And once they killed me I would just respawn back at where I started and all my memories of what just happened disappeared. This dream would keep coming back I go to sleep the next night and every time I had it, I got a little farther to pushing past the demons but never was able to reach the end.

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