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It all started when I was in this weird house. Venom from Spiderman 3 was chasing me and other people I didn't know at all. That's when my dream changed. My dad doesn't have a car in real life but in the dream he was riding me to Orlando,Florida. He took me to a playground and I saw my classmate, John and he said hi to me. That's when I went on the playground and went on the swing. The it was the Venom dream again. Me and the people were trying to figure out a way to not get killed by Venom easily because he could teleport out of nowhere. That's when I said this is a dream and I woke up.

A) My dream started off with a phone call that something had happened to my dad. It was just me and my brother at home when we got the call and my mom had her car and she was heading to the hospital. I didn’t have my license but my brother and I had to get to the hospital so I took the keys for the extra car and my brother and I got in. The car drove itself so I went into the front seat because we were about to crash when I saw my mom. We past a whole bunch of cops but they didn’t notice didn’t have my license. I got really nervous and tried to turn the car around but the roads were slippery and the car just turned in circles. I couldn’t control the car.

I had a dream that my best friend died at a festival. I left him to go to the toilet and I came back to a crowd of people around him saying he overdosed on drugs. Which I knew for a fact was bullshit cause he is so anti drugs. I ran to him and had him in my arms crying while the police and ambulance came. Once they got there they took him away and before I let him go I grabbed his car keys and ran to the car park I rang my dad and told him what happened and that I was taking his car home cause that's where he would want it to be and that I had to tell his parents as well.when I got to the car park I couldn't find his car and a random Asian lady came up to me saying that someone is present and is attached to you she asked if someone just passed and I started crying and told her it was Jesse. She the started calling his name out loud and next thinking I knew standing in front of me was Jesse wearing a green power ranger mask on it wasn't until he took the mask of I knew for sure it was him. I started crying even more and asked him what happen he then told me never to trust anyone on drugs as some random guy one punched him and he died one the floor. I then asked him where his car was and he took me there when I looked around for the Asian lady she was gone and then I got in the cars and he sat next me to and we both drove back to his house and then I woke up.

My dream begins with My dad, his wife and my two half sisters driving home from a family get together in the country. It was well after dark and the girls were fussy and over tired. We saw out the window a small but unfamilliar church as we drove down one of the historical roads with the overarching oak trees (you know , the kind of streets you aren’t allowed to build on or develop?) . From the car we could see the lights in the church were on and people were inhabiting it despite It being late. Dad call from the driver seat , “ hey, Maybe we should go pay them a visit” and I was like “no dad, It’s 11 o’clock at night. Plus, you cant just invite yourself into a church function that’s weird and impolite. “ You just don’t want to go say hi because you think christians are weird” I stopped arguing as we pulled into the empty parking lot ( where were the attendees parking?) . So walked into the church and said hello . The people there were all plump and friendly, and they greeted us as if they expected our company. There was a girl my age wearing a purple sweater that matched the brackets of her braces who wouldn’t stop asking me were I wanted to go to college. The mood changed from jolly to forboding as we decided to leave. The people we met in the church followed us to our car urging us to stay . As we drove home I saw the same church front appear in different places on the route home. Everything seemingly returned to the status quo as we ended our trip and got settled in at home. All the while I was obsessing about the bizarre church and the even stranger people within it . who were they ? Where were their cars? Why were they at church in the middle of the night, in the first place? The next day in chemistry I was telling a friend ( a kid in my chemistry class that I actually can’t stand) about the mysterious encounter and my plan to return the following night. he was like “ whoa , that’s spooky, Don’t go!” and I was like “ I’m definitely going” He said “well, in that case , I’m coming with you” So, we drove out to where the church was passing a few identical churches on the way. We went back to the original site of the church and entered. Its patrons hadn’t left . When we enter they all came at us trying to restrain us. Before they were upon us I tried to reopen the door and escape. I had locked automatically. Then just when the situation seemed most dire, my friend pulled out a pocket knife , and broke a window through which we escaped and sped away in my car. The Church building followed us , popping up sporadically on streets that had been empty before.

I found myself at my childhood house on my fathers side. I wanted to buy it for sentimental reasons. As I looked at the house form the outside parts of it were falling apart in rubble. there was a bear in one of the rubbled rooms. Later I seen a lion and another zoo animal. I happened to think that the zoo was nearby and some of the animals must have escaped. I went into the house and there were old relics there from our home years ago. Most I didn't recognize but a ceramic jar which was now cracked. I went into the kitchen of the home and a realtor was there. As I was talking to her about trying to fix the home I turned around and my father was there. He still had hair and it was black and he had a neatly groomed beard, which he never wore in life. He looked young and healthy and smiled at me. I turned and hugged my father and cried a little as I was so happy to see him. I turned to the realtor and whispered to her; "you don't understand, my dad has been dead for about ten years and I am so happy to see him." I didn't want him to hear as I was afraid if he did hear me, he would have to leave. I looked at the realtor and asked her if the city was giving out any money to help fix dilapidated buildings and she said no, but I could have it for the back taxes.

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