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I was at a High school party with all of my friends. Eventually we were all drunk and had the idea to go skinny dipping in the lake. While I was out in the water with everyone I began to freeze and I felt something on my toe. It then pulled me under the water and I could not breathe all of a sudden I had a rescuer and It was another boy who had been out there with all of us skinny dipping. He had to give me mouth to mouth CPR and then I finally woke up all of sudden. And we were laying there naked out in the cold. Then we went back into the house and continued to party longer but we just had a weird draw to each other so went upsatirs and we had sex and madeout

Hello, I would like to discuss a dream I had last night that has made me somewhat frightened most of the day. My dream started out in a house that was similar to mine, but the rooms seemed to be smaller and narrow. What I can remember is that there was a little girl I could not see her face but her back was covered with tattoos, under each tattoo was a tattooed phrase. I could not read the phrases and the more and more I tried the more difficult it became. I did not know where this girl came from but I was trying to help her escape and hide from this monster/man who was chasing us. He was a man but looked like a demon/man. My husband ended up in the dream and I kept yelling for him to help me and this little girl but this demon/man kept coming. I could almost feel him standing next to me. My only thought was I needed to protect this little girl and figure out why she had these tattoo's on her back and what the phrases meant. This man continued to keep chasing until I was in my bedroom and in my bedroom is a door that leads to my attic. I felt him standing there. I remember that I kept screaming and yelling for my husband to help me. Finally after all this time I turned the little girl around to see her face and it was me as a little girl. I woke at this point and was in such fear and felt that demon/man was in my room. I could not fall back to sleep. What do you think this means. It has stayed with me all day and I am freaked out by this.

I was in a cafe/pub - quite derelict, a bit run down. I was accompanied by a person from my past and a person from my present (the persons of no great significance other than they may have crossed my mind recently). I suddenly realised I was naked and felt very exposed, so I quickly grabbed my dressing gown to cover myself up. I then saw myself (looking at - not being) as a 17 year old - same age, same hair, same clothes and horrible make up. This was just for a few moments; but I was still me. Then my sister and her husband give me their new born baby boy) (they don't have a new born baby in reality) for me to look after. He was sleeping at first but I wanted him to wake up so I could see, cuddle, play and engage with him. The baby kept waking up occasionally and smiling at me and it was a warm feeling. He looked so happy and the detail was immense. I remember thinking he had his Dad's nose. Next thing the baby was immersed in water (as per my sister's instructions for me baby-sitting). I was following her instructions; but it didn't feel right. I looked at the baby again and he was immersed quite deeply, so I decided to take him out of the water. I panicked at first because he appeared blue and that he almost died. I then very quickly brought him back to life and he was smiling again. I then continued to nurse him and cuddle him. The dream then switched slightly. I was still in the same old derelict pub/cafe; but it was like I had forgotten anyone else was there (the persons from past and present). It was just me and the baby. I was standing holding the baby facing a very clear reflection (window). Looking at this reflection, the baby was very happy and smiling and so was I. I felt a strong, warm bond with the baby.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

Sara, Dan, Ryan, Sean, and I all lived in cabins behind my house. One night my parents went out to the movies and for some reason we all went to explore the woods. We went to this tree house, my dad had taken me there before. He told me that there was a man that lived there and if anyone went to explore the tree house he would capture them and torture them. When we got to the tree house I had remembered what my Dad told me, I told everyone we needed to leave. No one wanted to listen to me, until I started freaking out and got everyone to agree to leave. They called me annoying and left with me, expect for Ryan. Ryan stayed and explored the tree house. We were about 10 ft away when we heard the guy capture Ryan with a chain that had a circle of barbed wire at the end of it that went around Ryan’s neck. We wanted to help Ryan but he insisted we left him. So we started running and there was another trap set up a little ways ahead. It was a giant hole with a Venus fly trap like trap in the middle. We all had to jump it, so we took one giant leap and we all made it except for Sean. But luckily he slid under the trap, and it didn’t go off. So he crawled carefully back up the hole and we continued to run back to the cabins. When we got back my parents were back from the movies, and for some reason we didn’t tell them Ryan was in trouble. So we went to school the next day and still didn’t tell anyone about Ryan, except for two people. People just thought he was skipping school, and we all thought he was dead. So at lunch we were talking and Ryan walks in and sits down. Sara goes “What the hell happened?” And Ryan said he escaped by pulling the trap over his head and cutting up his face. You could see the scars on his neck (Somehow they were already healed) and then I woke up.

Okay so I was babysitting this little boy & his little sister. the boy was 5 & the girl was 3. well it was me, mykenzie & Michael. & like 2 guy friends of mine show up at the front door & they're like we just got jumped, they're after us. I looked over & saw like 20 guys & I was like oh hell no, I have kids in here; they're going to bust my windows in & everything. & so I ran inside & hid the kids & locked the door. I looked outside & they were getting jumped & they were shooting guns at my house. blah blah blah. well eventually the cops cleared everything out. & I was walking the street with the kids. & I got a phone call & they were like you're next. & I turned around & there was a line of guys on dirt bikes & four wheelers. & stuff. & I ran with the kids & took them to a neighbors house. & i took this car & drove as far away as possible. & then I got thrown into this museum thing. & they found me. I ran. & found some kid & he looked exactly like Dylan. & I stopped. & I was like can I hug you? & he was like yeah. so I hugged him. & then I continued to run. I got back in the car & drove back to the neighbors. they broke in & took the little girl but couldn't find the boy. & they killed the old lady. & then they found me again. & then they all jumped me & started trying to slice my throat & at that time I woke up.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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