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I dreamed I was visiting my old hometown. I was traveling with a group of strangers. The reason we were all together was that we were on a golfing vacation in my hometown. I went to the house where I grew up and my brother was there. The house was in disrepair. My brother was there trying to make repairs. He was not glad to see me. Two older English women came by to see the house as though they were going to make an offer on it. I was walking around looking at the house. It was relatively clean but had many structural problems that needed repair. I left the house and went downtown to see how it had changed. I eventually left to go back to play golf with my group. I was looking for something to wear in my clothes and my clothes were in disarray I couldn't find any clean clothes. Then the host of our vacation called us together. I also saw near my old house a very very tall silo that was painted to look like a Pepsi cola product. In another part of this dream I was near a creak bridge. And I saw two strange wild animals. They could have been demons in the water. I scared them away.

My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

My dream started with a competition where 12 girls would be chosen to be part of a TV show. After We we're picked we flew out of the country to India. Where the host of the TV show took all our money and held us hostage. However, she explained that this was part of the TV show. She said we we're all going to die, but in different ways. She killed one girl by throwing her off a cliff, but then went back to name sure she was dear because she had to make sure they suffered. The host was abused when she was little and wanted to inflict paint on others. Throughout the dreams she takes us strawberry picking and through mountains filled with snow. Her helpers to calm us down and to prevent us from screaming they drop tablets of Molly. We take them and I think it was a way to control us. Sometimes they set us loose on a mountain and we had to find our way back to them through all the snow.

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

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