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I had a dream that my son was kidnapped and I lost everything. I was walking down the street through an apartment. Someone offered help and let me use their phone. When I called my stolen phone I found the person that answered. Her sister stole my son. I tracked them down to a hotel, where I beat my sons location out of her. He was at the pool, but when I went to get him, he was gone and they tried to sneak out the back door. My son was successfully snuck out, but I caught the lady that stole my son and pulled a gun on her. Then I woke up.

Sitting at dining room table across from someone (I don't see the face only the gun). I know they are going to shoot me. I ask isn't there any way they don't have to kill me. they ask me not to beg like they have too much respect for me to hear me like that. I know it doesn't matter if I beg. they stand over me. I am kneeling, I cover my face. I am resigned to death. they point the gun at the top of my head and pull the trigger. I feel pressure but not really pain. I begin to wonder if I have been shot after all. I get up onto the dining room chair, a little woozy and weak. Sitting I put my hand to my head. it is bloody. I can feel the blood on my hand. In the next room is my teenage daughter watching TV. I stumble to her and try to explain and tell her I love her. I wake up. - this dream has been driving me crazy all day.

I'm standing in a dead, yellow meadow. The outskirts if the five acre meadow are lined with healthy oak trees. A wind stirrs the trees, but I do not feel it. A faceless (not masked) man in blue jeans and a black turtle neck sweater approaches me with a handgun. At first it is an unassuming gesture, gun at his side. As he gets closer he takes aim. I begin to fear. The anxiety builds until he shoots me; fist in the stomach and then in the head. Instead of waking I float above us as he slices my body with a filet knife. I still feel the pain when I awake.

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