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Went to my parents home with my dog, but couldn't rest. I went to walk him, and lost him outside the supermarket. I approached a man getting into a car & he had kids and a dog, but it wasn't my dog. Going back to the supermarket, I saw my dog run to me. Then I started to walk home along a narrow path close to the road going uphill, and a young man ran by, then stopped, saying something unintelligible but threatening. I walked across the street, seeing the path led to a maze with some carousel type rides. I didn't think I could climb fast enough not to block the people behind me. Then I saw a commuter train, got on, discovering I had lost my wallet. The women online told me the train went to the university downtown, at Church st. I thought I could call my father to pick us up if I could borrow some change. I saw a group of university men jogging, and asked for help, but they ignored me. One ran back to tell me I was abusing my dog by not giving me water. I found the main intersection & tried to flag down a cab, but could not.

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Driving the street, my husband traveling in his car behind me. I notice a old place that I visit in other dreams. without warning my husband at all, I jumped out of my car and went into this old dark house, the people were friendly enough but I really didn't know any of them. then I looked up and a Old friend Alonso that I went to grade school showed up, we hung out then I was ready to leave. as I was saying my goodbyes, I said I hope I can find my car, then Alonzo said you park way over there instead of me leaving with Alonzo, I sat back down moments later I realize Alonzo left I went outside to see if my car was there but all I could see was people barely getting around in the dark a policeman was walking around saying something to people but I couldn't make out what was said I started walking in the policeman direction but he disappear in the night the streets was dark and muddy I passed several old people they all had on dark clothes and they were dingy and seem to have a hard time walking so I seen a parking lot I went to see if my car was there but it wasn't so I went back to that house where I really didn't know anyone they were all males but gentle and nice on my way to the house their were two small kids using a outside toilet I told them that toilet was nasty and to go home well those kids came in the same house I was going into I went in sat down peeped in one of the bedrooms and I send the head of the house give someone a blanket and I seen him look towards me and say I thought she was gone that was when I call my husband to come and get me he talked like he was confused and didn't want to come

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"We've got enough guys hungry and at a place in their career where nobody's relaxing," Whitworth said. "It just worked out well," assistant general manager Eric DeCosta said. "It was a low snap and the protection was poor," Payton said. "We put Swell Flaske ourselves in position to win the game. Honestly, we have to be able to function there." All that, plus Mitchell will be reunited with his family after 15 grueling, sequestered weeks of training. If the Seattle Seahawks line up Sherman in the slot again on Sunday night against Green Bay, one of the best defensive backs in the league might face one of the top slot receivers in the game in the Packers' Randall Cobb.

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

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