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Okay... So I was very freaked out by this dream. I'm not depressed... At least I don't think so... But in my dream i was in a white room with no furniture or doors I couldn't actually see the walls but i could tell it was a huge room. I was standing there pointing a gun at my head and I kept pulling the trigger but it never fired. Yet the sound of a gun was loud in my head even though it was also silent (Idk if that even made sense) this goes on for ages. just me repeatedly pulling the trigger with the gun pointed to my head. my eyes looked so lifeless like they were made of glass. Then after a while I stop and I just stand there... for what seems like hours I'm just staring at nothing. Then I slowly point the gun so that it looks like its aimed in front of me and I shoot. then everything goes black. I woke up this morning with the most intense headache... like i had been shot

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I was at my friends house and was looking out the window, I saw big ships falling from the sky. They looked like UFOs, as they fell planes stopped moving in the air and just stayed there. Everyone and everything but me and the UFOs were frozen. The UFOs shot out parachutes and started to land, then one parachute covered the sky; nothing could be seen. Then I was at a caravan site, someone had just got hit by water and faded. Me, Lauren, 2 young black women and an old man were stood on a pond. There was a cobblestone wall surrounding the pond, the water slowly started to rise up so I started shouting to get on the wall. Me, Lauren and one black women made it. We watched as the other two were hit with the water and faded. Then I was in the caravan and Lauren and Harry Hook was there. I was yelling about the people that faded, Harry was trying to calm me and Lauren thought I was insane. Then we were at a portal with a green gooey Alien. He said that we had to milk a human to get through; so Harry cornered me and asked if I wanted to do this. I said yes, we went underwater, I gave him a blow job and he ate me out. We kissed and the alien was happy. We were them pushed through the portal into the sea and time was still frozen.

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Chele was showing me these schools the girls were going to but she had a helicopter and everything was so far. She made me ride on the outside and I was so tired holding on. just kept asking me if I was going to do this or that but never slowed down to let me off. Her friend Molly was going to sell her some van and they were talking about how it was built for sex. Molly was talking about Tony and scooter fukn her at the same time all over town in it. Chele wouldn't listen to me that I couldn't hang on anymore. I let go and fell. I was crying and she never stopped or slowed down and I died.

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I was 16 and I was dreaming about this in July. I was going to take my siblings to tennis and I was in front of St.Bernards. I was outside of my car and it started rolling with my siblings and their friend inside. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t, and then it rolled slowly and hit Lincoln. It was very light though. Then my siblings disappeared and these homeless guys came up to me. He wanted money and I was really scared. Then he started doing tricks. He road a unicycle down the street and was coming back. I got into my car and drove away very fast and I was terrified. Then I was driving and I stopped in Pennington. Then this guy slowly walked up to me while I was in my car. This terrified me and he motioned for me to come out. I started going and then he ran to my car and tried to open my door. I drove away fast and he ran after me.

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I was in my apartment building waiting for the elevator three of the four were out of service “Similar to reality”. I was holding my son so I waited for the elevator. The elevator skipped my floor so I got off on a higher floor figuring I’d take the stairs to my suite. As I was descending at a rapid pace out of nowhere I was running down the railing instead of the stairs when I noticed I was on the railing I slowed down as I began to slow down I noticed personal belongings of mine and my wife. I started gathering them then I came across our diaper bag I used it to store our belongings I found on the staircase. Finally I made it to our floor I could see my suite door open as I approached it I noticed it was not my unit. So I approached the elevators to notice I was even in my building anymore. It was like I was in a labyrinth. I got into the elevator and it went down to the ground floor. I got off and I was somewhere else the sun was shining throughout the building everything was made of glass I could see lush green vegetation outside. It was beautiful but weird at the same time. Also every so often my sons diaper he was wearing would disappear and reappear periodically throughout this dream. I noticed a local grocery store attached to my building and remembered asking myself why my wife didn’t shop there then I woke up beside my wife and son both sound asleep.

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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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