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As a kid this dream was reocurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE doubledoors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up b4 the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to face the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal bar and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

The long way home from home. It was too dark to see and I believe it was winter because of the cold biting air. If you have ever been cold you would know what I am talking about. I lived in a place of comfort, warmth, and with people who would care for me and not quit on me because of who I am in care of, now you have to know about the place I was. In my day this place is called a boarding school and it was my home while I was to be educated. I ran away from this place because of many reasons I had thought were very good and need to be back at home with my parents, grand-parents, or someone who was family to care for me. I remember being cold and hunger trying to get home butt, it was not happening for me at all. I could hear dogs on my tail and people getting closer butt, could not see very far. Too make a long story short I never made it home. I did end up going to boarding school anyway. Now it looks crazy and silly because I loved boarding school.

As a kid, this dream was reoccurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE double-doors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up before the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to confront the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal tube and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

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