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I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

I'm at a pretty nice hotel checking in for a work type convention or event, and I'm excited. I'm in the parking lot unloading my baggage when I start hearing this women talking about me, with a picture of me, asking people if they've seen me etc. I get the sense that its not a good thing so I lay low and I sneak into the hotel. She spots me in the lobby and starts chasing me through the halls. I duck into a room and lock the door. She tries to get security to open the door but I've bolted it shut. I create a diversion by throwing a home made molotov cocktail with stuff from the mini bar and then run out of the door. And we keep running in circles. I see her bump into someone she knows at like the hotel bar/resteraunt so I use the time to try and escape, and I run into this creepy like ballroom/activities room at the end of the hotel. I think I'm safe hiding in this creepy room for a second until I realize there are things in the room, and I sneak around the corner and see these disgusting giant bug like monsters sawing and disembowling little children and eating them piece by piece and I scream and run out of that room and straight into this girl, who i figured out is a female bounty hunter, and we start fighting

I was with my family at our fomer home.My sister had apimple on her face my mother told her to press the puss out of it.She did and it was too much.It looked disgusting ,my mother then told her to go press it from a private place but she ignored her she continued pressing and the puss splashed on my left arm and all the other people who were sitted there.My mother then became angry and barked at her compering her to me.I left where they were sitted and went and stood beside the house listening to the arguement.After that my mother called me.

I was with my family at our fomer home.My sister had apimple on her face my mother told her to press the puss out of it.She did and it was too much.It looked disgusting ,my mother then told her to go press it from a private place but she ignored her she continued pressing and the puss splashed on my left hand and all the other people who were sitted there.My mother then became angry and barked at her compering her to me.I left where they were sitted and went and stood beside the house listening to the arguement.After that my mother called me.

At work taking a drive thru order, my head set battery dies so i tell a co-worker to take the order and i'll make it. she acts like she dont listen. so i had to yell at her. "take the damn order, because my battery died!" so i walk into the office and i clock out for a break. as im doing this im crying, i already had a tissue to dry my tears. i was feeling frustrated. i walk out and go into the bathroom. i need to use the restroom but the toilet was disgusting, it had poop all over it. so i grab some toilet paper and try to clean it up. As i try to clean it up, im crying. there was a black girl there and she tells me why dont i use the bathroom cleaner. i looked down and picked up the bathroom cleaner and i sprayed the toilet down, taking off this plastic wrapping off something off the toilet seat. i grabbed more toilet paper and started wiping it down. it doesnt seem to get cleaner. so i keep wiping and wiping and poop starts rubbing onto my skin and i wipe it off. im trying to stay clean but poop keeps rubbing on me, so i just think i'll wash my hands later. then i started running out of toilet paper and the toilet just wont get clean. it looks stained. then i woke up.

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