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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

In this dream my sister friend and I was walking around the neighborhood we heard a lot of gun shots and someone said somewhere that they were robbing people of there unemployment checks so we kept on walking on our way the I looked over and noticed a white chain that was there to stop people from entering through that section of that certain path and then I looked again it was down maybe someone took it down some how.as we began to walk on we walk by house that houses that had there doors open and I seen people in the bed sleeping with no notice of any thing around them at all they were unaware of their surrounding. thought were they care free? or just blind to the fact of what kind of world we live in? so my friend and I went on to a stor I love to go to the owner of the store is a very good friend of mine so we stopped in to see here I bought something from her and she gave me a twenty dollar bill and three one dollar bills folded back in my hand and said share this with your friend I said I will thank you and happy mothers day she said back merry Christmas and happy mothers day. then we hugged each other and kiss and then another one of her lady relatives came out and she said merry Christmas and happy mothers day and we hugged and kissed and we went on our way.

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

I was in college at Full Sail college in Florida, and was working at a cafe on the campus. My ex boyfriend all the way back from highschool, Daron, came in. I didn't know that it was him. He got breakfast, and I walked over to his table to give him his food. As I was setting the plate of eggs and bacon on the table, he glanced at the ring on my finger that was of my name. "Your name is Sarina?" he asked. "Yes, why?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment. And then he asked "What's your last name?" I looked at him confused and I said, "Humbert. Why?" His eyes got really big and his jaw dropped. "Sarina Humbert, like the Sarina I dated back in highschool?" He asked. "I don't know you, I only moved here to go to college, I think you have me confused with someone else." I said, kind of freaked out. "No, I'm Daron. Daron Arnold!" He said, expectingly. Then my jaw dropped because I realized he really did know who I was. "I have to get to class. But, could we meet up here at the Cafe after classes are over? I'd like to hang out with you and catch up!" he said. "Uh.. okay, sure." I said. So when our classes were over, we met up at the Cafe again. "You look really pretty." He said while smiling. "Thank you! You uh.. look pretty good yourself!" I said while blushing. Then we left and went for a walk on the beach nearby. We talked about our lives, and important things that have happened to us since we had last talked to eachother. We really seemed to hit it off. It was getting dark because the sun was setting. He stopped walking and turned to face me, looking into my eyes. "I want to tell you something." He said. "Okay?" I said, confused. "When all of that happened a few years ago... I didn't want to break up with you. I was 18 and you were only 15. I felt uncomfortable." He said. "I understand that..." I said, feeling confused. "I have missed you since we stopped talking. And it's ironic that after all this time here we are at the same college. This may sound crazy but I want to try again." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I want you to be my girlfriend again. I think we can make it work." He said. I smiled, thinking that this couldn't be happening. I missed him too. I looked up at him, and began to speak but he cut me off by kissing me on the lips. And after all that time, we were back together again. Then I woke up.

I am watching myself wearing a white gown walk down a set of stairs behind a yellow gold colored recliner. There is a man sitting in the chair and I feel such a mix of emotions. I do not know him but feel that I am in love with him and that he is upset or angry. I do not go to him but instead open an entryway door to my walking self's left. There is a soft yellow glow from a rather large lamp on a table to the man's right. When I open the door the same man is standing in it slightly younger looking and wearing a gray suit. In the dream I feel relieved and happy to know he is there. This is a recurrent dream that I had when I was maybe 10 years old. Throughout my life I have thought that it means something in regard to my future. I am not even sure that it has to do with a man but I feel like I need to know it's meaning. Thank you.

I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.

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