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Me and my family lived in our old house. My mother said we'd have guests soon, and I went out for a walk. The scenery was normal, yet there was something odd in it. It felt surreal, the forest was like one from a fairy tale. It waa already late, and I was about to go home, but suddenly I felt like I have to go to the bridge near our old house. I ran, and when I arrived I noticed an otter-like creature, but I realised it's a muskrat. It swam on the right side at first, and I rushed to get its attention, but it already swam under the bridge and to the left side, where the water was a lot higher than on the right side which was nearly dry. I saw the muskrat swimming very near the surface, and suddenly it turned into a little girl. She didn't feel human but she looked like one. I talked with her a while, and before going home I said "bring the otters next time!". I went home and it was already dark. I looked into the mirror in our hall, and noticed I had huge scratch marks on my cheeks. I remembered my cheeks being itchy all day. My mom saw them too, and started to clean them up. It didn't sting at all.

The dream was when I was a child in third grade. It was a nightmare and during the nightmare, I dreamt that my teacher had magical powers and that she was a witch. But, instead of being a good witch, she used her powers to hurt her students. One day in class, she picked me to be the victim of her powers. She pointed her finger at me and suddenly I disappeared only to reappear moments later trapped inside a mirror on the other side of the room. Then she took the mirror off the wall and smashed it to pieces with me still trapped inside. Then the scene became black and the pieces of the mirror where I was seen fell into a black hole.

I was in a school gymnasium. shiny floors of the basketball court... red and white line markers on the floor of the court. i am standing in the middle of the gymnasium, the bleachers are full of people. I can see them, notice their clothes and feel that I know who they are... however, I cannot see any of their faces. They have blank faces. Like skin pulled down over them or something. No features, just flat skin colored faces.They do have their hair, I believe... though none stood out that I recall. In front of me is a man in all black. pants, long sleeves, and a black ski mask. He has a knife... a jagged edge knife like a hunting knife or something. He is repeatedly stabbing my mother who is hunched over and dressed in some sort of dress or long skirt and long sleeves. I cannot see my mothers face but I knew it was her. I start screaming and trying to run towards them but cannot move. All of a sudden, an old friend from school 3-12th grade friend, Cory was beside me with his arm around me as though he were comforting me. His face was the only one I could see in the whole nightmare. All of a sudden, my mother drops to the floor and lots of blood. The man swings his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. I can see his medium brown almond shaped eyes. the skin around them was of a light brown color. He lunged towards me to come after me and I was able to turn and run - this is where I woke up. When I woke up, I was hysterical and as if in another world. one that I couldnt get out of. My roommates say I satt in the closet for three days. Rocking and crying and talking about my mother being dead and that he was coming for me. All I remember is that anytime I would close my eyes, it would continue so I didnt want to go to sleep. The next thing I know, or realize, or came to... so to speak... I was standing in the kitchen cooking macaroni on the stove and my friend was standing there looking at me and asking what I was doing. I dont remember coming out of this state at all. If three people hadnt told me and were all very serious about the fact that I had been in the closet freaking out for three days and nobody could calm me down or get me out of that place or state I was in.... I wouldnt believe it. I didnt think I had been there for three days, nor did I remember a lot of what they said I was doing... All I know is what I felt and what seemed so real to me to this day. I usually dont remember details like these from my dreams/nightmares... this one didnt feel like a dream... it felt like reality. people continue to tell me it was only a dream, but all I can say is that I have never had a dream feel like this or put me into such a scary and helpless place. I never EVER want to go there again. This was when I was 18yrs old. Since, my mother has passed from alcoholism when I was 33.I am 40 now.

I found myself at my childhood house on my fathers side. I wanted to buy it for sentimental reasons. As I looked at the house form the outside parts of it were falling apart in rubble. there was a bear in one of the rubbled rooms. Later I seen a lion and another zoo animal. I happened to think that the zoo was nearby and some of the animals must have escaped. I went into the house and there were old relics there from our home years ago. Most I didn't recognize but a ceramic jar which was now cracked. I went into the kitchen of the home and a realtor was there. As I was talking to her about trying to fix the home I turned around and my father was there. He still had hair and it was black and he had a neatly groomed beard, which he never wore in life. He looked young and healthy and smiled at me. I turned and hugged my father and cried a little as I was so happy to see him. I turned to the realtor and whispered to her; "you don't understand, my dad has been dead for about ten years and I am so happy to see him." I didn't want him to hear as I was afraid if he did hear me, he would have to leave. I looked at the realtor and asked her if the city was giving out any money to help fix dilapidated buildings and she said no, but I could have it for the back taxes.

At a grocery store and someone I know walks past, it then changes to me being at a psychic apartment, but it was considered my apartment. then the phone rings and on the other line is the boy who had passed me in th grocery store. he says "hey, I'm high off my ass, and you're the hottest bitch ever!" I start freaking up and he hangs up before I can say anything. I tell my father who appears as a bird with his human head, who says negative things about the guy in spanish

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