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The dream started off that I was at a camp of some sort at a school and that I was lesbian and dating a girl named Bri (that is in chamber choir with me in real life) and we were all hanging out in a group doing some sort of diversity day/bonding activity and in the group of kids were familiar faces from school and some of my friends. They rest of the group was moving into another room and me and Bri stayed behind taking our time to join, and I could hear and feel everyone talking and looking at us, about how they know we are together and how weird. When we joined the group in the other room they all acted weird to us as me and Bri were comfortably showing affection. Then we were at some house party that I have driven there with my friend Thomas. But instead of me being with Bri I was with my friend Nour who was more than a friend in my dream. There was a different group of people at the party but mostly familiar faces. I was walking through the rooms of the house with my arm around Nour and I saw a group of familiar parents and school staff, specifically Mrs. Franco and Mrs. Deleo. Then everyone was making way for Mrs. Franco who walking up to Annie Deleo with a pregnancy test and we were all waiting for her to take it. Her mom, Mrs. Deleo told everyone at the party to pray for Annie. Then Thomas and I were driving recklessly and we went to a familiar bakery/candy shop where we were meeting my mom, my grandparents and they had a new born baby that was supposedly my cousin’s. The shop was closing and going out of business and I remember feeling sad about it, like it had some memories or some sentimental value to me. Then we were leaving and I was driving my grandpa’s Lexus and I hit my mom’s car a little when leaving the paring lot and but no one noticed. It was night time and I was lost driving home and there was the new born baby strapped in the back with only a regular seatbelt.

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I was racing with 3 people - james bond expierience I was in a green plane or car There was green blue and orange or pink And blue not me was winning then i got ahead in 1st place But the orange got out of the track and she landed in another country And when she did i had to stop And they asked me to go after her They put a map on a table And this yellow light was moving I was already in some kind of parachute And all they did is stick a hole close to the yellow as possible And then i teleported to where she was in the sky Which is why i need parachute And when i landed It reminded me of switzerland and venice also new york but a bit When i got to the person I saw mat damon Going in the store or restaurant for coffee or whatever but it was small and had long tables And i was rushing in happy to see mat damon And i was like OMG r u ok Im glad you are ok And then we all sat And i said why dont you come with us And she said uhh cuz im hurt And she showed us her elbow whih was dislocated And mat damon had some kind of technology to heal her And she twisted her elbow Ad she showed us again And she said uuh that does not look normal And then he fixed it And i told my brother who was there Sam come here I was telling him to come here because my parents were there in the new car that looked like a rogue Or is But there was also this dude who came by them in a cool silver race car And when i saw the car i said that car has no drivEr! And we went after it shooting the hollagram Even though we know its not a real person Then we wen after it and chase him in a corner And my mom asks mat did you get him And he says no angrily Then as soon as i get there Its night for some reason And i see a guy burning and mat yelling to a guy WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT And then i went closer to look at the guy screaming in pain of the flames along with a dog And then i saw everyone runnin away So i started to run but i was the last one then i saw this guy with dynamite in his hand so i guessed he was the one who put the guy in flames. And while i was walking around the corner almos at t the turn He joked about throwing a tnt at me But then wen i started walking once again He threw but i dodged it and i ran to where the flaming guy was And there where boxes there And i jumped on them one buy one But i saw that guy again and he just regugarated a dynamite from his mouth And he took it out And threw it at me and i got burn in flames But it repeated again and agian the same scene with the guy The 2nd or 3rd i ran back to the box He said something like amnesia or something that means repetition or whatever like deja vu but it sounded similar to amnesia cuz he. Said he forgot it so ten he started chasing Me and in one of the repetitions In the box scene i managed to dodge it but then he gets the dyno from his mouth And i run and im right beside him Almost about to get free but he throws it at me and i wake up saying to myself how am i ever suppose to beat that guy he teleports and has a bomb every second

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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.

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