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I had a dream that my deceased father had died again. I remember stating that this time it was harder than the when he died the first time (the first was a closed casket funeral and I never saw his dead body). Although most of my family was there; they were not able to comfort me. Then when I saw my brother (we share the same dad only), I only wanted to be around him. He has 3 children but only his oldest son was with him. I walked up to the casket while holding tightl onto my brother. As we walked past the casket; I noticed that my dad and brother looked just alike. At that moment, my dad's head turned and looked at me. I reacted by saying oh my God but down played it. Then my brother, nephew and I walked away and my nephew got on the escalator...

I was learning to hunt, and my father told me to show no mercy, and to just kill it. I guess, to ignore the bad feeling I got when doing it. So I was going towards a bird, sitting on a rock and eating, underneath shallow water. I went up to it, and slashed my hand across its belly. I ripped out its innards, and I could feel its heart beating against my hand before it died. I think I got rid of the part I ripped out, and took the rest of the dead body home. I may have gone back for the rest, but when I took it home, it was gone. For the rest of the dream, I felt the innards of the bird in my fingernails. It was wet and gooey, and I think it was white / yellow / clear, even though I suppose it should have been red.

I had a dream last night that this guy was over my house, I don’t know who he was, but we were sitting in the den of my old house and I got up to close the blinds and I noticed that it was snowing and there was a zebra laying on the snow bank in front of my house. I thought it was dead at first but then it moved. So I panicked because I knew that my mom had gone out and would be back soon and I didn’t want her to walk up on the zebra. So I noticed my mom coming down the street and they guy got up to go outside to her to protect her from the zebra and I started knocking on the window to get her attention. Just then, my mom called my phone and I woke up.

Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

My boyfriend and I bumped into this girl we know which he used to have a thing for and he asked her to hang out with us even though I didn't want to. He was paying more attention to her and was very rude to me and even when I said I'm not happy with the amount of attention he was giving her it made him worse and he was getting closer to this girl and was winding me up and I ended up punching him in the face and grabbing the girl by her hair and dragging her away and smashing her face in the wall numerous times.

I had a dream that I was driving late at night, and pulled into a driveway, and went into a house. The house felt familiar, as if I had stayed there before. The house did not belong to me, and I did not know the owner. I thought the person who lived in the house was gone, but when I went to use the bathroom, I passed by them in a room,the woman was painting, and there were other women in the same room. When I left the bathroom, I went into the room and asked to speak to the owner of the house. I told her that I had broken into her home, she said it was fine, and that I was welcome to stay the night. I was surprised by her response, because I assumed she would have called the police.

Like we were at a waterpark and I was watching brendan go down the water slide. I look down at my magazine and looked up he was gone. I told the lifeguards he was missing and thought he might have drown but they refused to search the,bottom of the pool until closing. So my family all walked the park looking for him but couldn't find him. So we went back to where he was last and waited. The water was like lake water not pool water. They spent hours searching.for him and a.girl found him and said that he was severely beaten up from people landing on him off the slide. I started hyperventlating and crying, ran to my mom and woke up.

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