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My husband just wouldn't come home. I found hi up the street with another woman. She was not nice and very over weight. I gave me money for rent and extra money to live comfortably. This woman was screaming at me to leave. There wee 4 eggs on the ground. They told me they were my kids. One egg cracked, I sat down and looked at it. It looked like a devil, evil egg. I opened it. It was a child that wasn't mine. The child belonged to the woman. I told her this is your child. I not raising it for you, you keep your child. She started to feed these babies with a spoon and it made no sence. My husband gave me money for rent and gave me extra money so I wasn't without a need. This upset this woman so she started to yell and scream for me to leave. I walked into her home. Kiss my husband and we said goodbyes. Suddenly there was a bed between us that this woman placed there. I pushed it away. Then there was another bed. My husband stood up and to his back this bed was strapped. We hugged once more, he assured me to always be thee if i needed him. We had a different bond than what this woman had with him. I could see he was sorry, but trapped. I left

I wake up in a dark room to the sound of crazed laughter and screaming. I jump out of bed and run to the front door which is glowing blue. My father is trying to open the door as he laughs crazily. I try to hold the door closed with all my strength. Then a white horse with black eyes covered in scars kicks the door in from the other side, throwing me backwards to the floor. I look past the horse to see a wooden cart full of rotting corpses. they are covered in a blood stained blanket and I can't see any ones faces. Then I look to the carts driver. It is an invisible man. He has an old tattered top hat on and worn out white gloves holding the horses reins. My dad grabs me by my hair as I kick and scream he throws me down on my hands and knees before the invisible driver. Then everything goes dark as I close my eyes. I hear the crack of a whip. I wake up and I feel pain on my back as if I was hit by a whip. I've had this dream every Halloween night since age eight... I am now 21.

Ilived in a house close to the railroad tracks. train went off tracks hit house--house caught fire . I burned to death. Found myself where i didn't want to be. So I made up my mind not to stay idead .I saw three other women there with me and I said I was leaving I didn't want to stay. I said I was just going to walk out. They asked if they could come with me. I said you must believe you can just walk out of here. But You Must Believe you can. We linked arms and walked forward. It felt like walking thru a solid cement wall but we all succeeded in coming back to life.

Somehow a man on my subway stole something of mine. This man leaped off the train on to the platform and across the tracks on to a long stretch of grass covered land, like a park. my younger sister and I sprinted after him and the park area seemed to last forever! she knew I was fast so she kept shoving me forward trying to help me, but I kept tripping and falling! the man, about mid 20s, hopped on a random bike and pedaled away faster but I kept chasing him until we reached a grand old building and bust through the glass doors into a long room with dozens and dozens of elevators. I saw the man jump in one, but I could tell which one or where he would get off! I tried counting the dings while my sister hopped in another and left me. I don't know what happened next but the I knew I was searching for him on a college campus and ended up on a terrifying scavenger hunt for dusty paintings and broken trinkets that where given to me through cryptic messages left around and I remember being so afraid but still helping others even though I had no clue who they were or why they were there.

My husband, my youngest son and a girl named Carrie and her daughter that I knew growing up but was never close with were all in a big black jeep that had 3 rows of seats driving around in the neighborhood that i and the girl grew up in. It was like a ghost town, we didn't see anyone, and then we started to see dogs running about and they seem to be getting bigger and bigger and I said "Is it me or are these dogs getting freakishly huge?' and then Carrie said to turn down the ally. My husband was driving and I was in the passenger seat and Carrie was sitting behind me and My son and her daughter were sitting behind Carrie. As soon as we turned down the ally I noticed a large gate open and saw 3 black horses running about and 1 of the horses look extremely mean and angry it started running right at us and rammed the jeep where my son was sitting. I yelled at my husband to drive off and the horse chased us and rammed us again where I was sitting and we drove into a bunch of cute up trees and the horse rammed my side of the jeep again. My husband threw the jeep in reverse and started to try and drive off again but we kept getting stuck and running into logs and I looked right at the horse and I could see the hate and anger in its eyes and it started to chase and ram us over and over. I was screaming that we needed to get out of there and at the same time I noticed how hard the horse was ramming us yet the glass never broke or cracked. As I was noticing the glass the horse was getting ready to ram us again and thats when I woke up yelling "Go". What does this mean?

I'm in a dark room, the walls are concert and have cracks in it. One crack goes from the corner on the far left from the floor to the ceiling. The floorboards on old and rotted some completely missing. My arms are crossed behind by back and short chains are wrapped around my wrist and connected to the wall. The chained are so short that they bring my wist between my shoulder blades, so I can't move at all. I have on a pair of black jeans and a grey t shirt on. My jeans are ripped showing a gash in my right leg traveling from my inner thigh to a couple inches above my knee, looks to be an inch deep. I'm opposite from the door. My mind is foggy, like I've been drugged or something. I see a soft glow in the doorway and hear a roaring then the whole room is on fire. I struggle against the chains but can't get out. Then I'm on fire. Burning alive.

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