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We were destined for each other. We knew each other as kids and something happened and we didn't see each other till we were 16. He was hot. He was angry at me and everyone in our families. He was in this group where they did bad things but it wasn't a gang. Well, the group members took me without him knowing and tortured me. When they were done they sent a video of what they did to me too him and left me there tied up with a gag in my mouth. He found me and untied me and took me home. My family started yelling at me asking how I could be so stupid as to let them take me so I went upstairs. He came up to comfort me. He had me rest my head on his lap. I started to cry and said "No one cares..." He got upset and lifted my head and kissed me repeatedly then said "I care." and looked at the floor. I was shocked. I lifted his head and said "But you said you didn't when you first saw me." He replied, "I was angry. I didn't mean it." His eyes welled with tears and he kissed me again and said "I love you.". Then, I was against a wall and he was taking off my shirt. Then we were in bed, having sex. After that, I was asleep with my head on his bare chest and my aunt came to see if I was ok. He looked at her and said "She's better now." then looked at me sleeping and smiled. The next day, he left the group. Weeks later, we had hung out every minute that we could. Our families thought we were getting too close so they tried to keep us away from each other. One night we snuck out to see each other and we ended up making the decision to run away together. So we went home and packed a few cloths and took all of our money and met up back at the park. He brought his car and we left and never returned.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

I am waiting in a shelter outside a shopping centre when I leave to go to the bathroom and leave behind my handbag. On returning I see a young woman walking quickly away from the shelter and I think my bag has been taken. However my bag is still there but the purse has been taken and the handbag is full of denture cleaning tablets. Next I am with my husband who died around 6 years ago and we see the young woman arrive at the car park with a friend and when they leave the car my husband tells me to get the number plate number but the bonnet of the car is covered with a sheet or a blanket thrown over it and covering the plate. I check the back of the car and the number plate is showing odd symbols, not numbers or letters. I dont understand these symbols and tell my husband I dont know what these mean.

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