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My 3 year old son has been having the same nightmare for 3 nights in a row. He is standing in the dark and a big massive black wolf walks by him. It is massive and dark and black and bristly. the wolf looks right at him but he cant see his eyes. then there is a yellow wolf - the black one turns around and attacks the yellow wolf. my son describes this as terrifying and very scarey. then the big black scary wolf "beats" the yellow wolf and then looks back at him. then he wakes up and runs to my bed ( in real life ) i keep researching black wolves and seeing them but keep reading about bad omens... need some clarity? 3 days in a row exactly the same dream.

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I was in my bedroom it was cold and still quite dark outside, i stared through my bedroom window it had no cartons so i could see all the trees and bushes outside, it was small but there where a lot of shadows. i stared not moving and then i suddenly saw a black swish outside and i saw in fear that it was a figure it then leaped up and back down to the ground, its face and body was covered in a black cloak and its head was down. "don't move" it told me in a terrifying voice. then next thing i knew it, it was coming towards me and was frozen i tried to move and i tried to call for help but i couldn't move and i couldn't shout it was like my mouth was zipped up. i watched the black cloaked thing come closer and it waled through my widow and wall like it wasn't there. and then i felt my blood go cold and the black cloaked thing went inside of me and all i could see was a blue spark, i was facing my right wall. and when i felt like i was awake i found my eyes where already open and i was staring at the same wall i stared at when i saw the blue sparks.

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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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I'm just going to explain my dream and I hope you help me. I was walking out my front door with my boyfriend . He went across the street to look up at a very large owl sitting in a tree (this owl was almost bigger than the tree). I was standing underneath this short round and very leafy tree. I whistled or made a small noise and the next thing I know is that another large owl was next to me. He kept getting closer like he was hoing to attack but never did. I fell to the ground and I tried screaming for my boyfriend but nothing. It was terrifying. I woke up shaking.

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I was. In. A party room and. I heard a noise I was terrified of it I covered my ears but I could still hear I looked forward then all of a sudden the lights in the room were turning off heading in my direction I looked at were the terrifying nois was coming from and saw two people carrying a man who had black holes were his eyes were and a giant open mouth disfigured like he was screaming at me I looked down and the noise grew louder and more scarier then all the lights went out and I woke up scared heart beating fast

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I would have this reoccurring dream when I was really young. I would be sitting at the table with my family in a little cottage. It wasn't my home. We were eating dinner. It was raining. A man showed up at our door and we let him in to eat with us. He sat down at the table. After a little he transformed into a terrifying, ugly wolf. All the walls of house sort of disappear and it's just me running from this wolf. I'm so scared. I keep running, and I would try to think of something happy to get me away from the wolf. I'd imagine a little patch of sunflowers. Almost immediately after picturing myself in the sunflowers the wolf appears. He still found me. And then I'd wake up crying.

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