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Running along and notice a man with two dogs one brown and one black. The black one was on a leash. The other was playing. In this instant I decided not to carry on the same track and went into a block of flats to continue watching the dogs etc as I was intending on carrying on the run when they pass. However, at this time another runner was going by and the brown dog jumped on him and bit him taking a piece of flesh. At this point the dog on the leashwas uncontrolable and got away from the man holding the leash. the black dog tried to take the "meat" from the brown dog and as a result they began to fight. I woke up after hearing sirens etc.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I dreamt of a unknown white man who had a wife and son also unknown to me. The wife realised that the man was acting very differently after having a accident so he says. The man looked sick, skinny and slightly blue but he always had this out burst of rage and was very aggressive to his family. One night he had got very angry and ran upstairs to tell of his son, his son who looked around 8 years old. His son had ran into the bathroom to escape but his father booted open the door and entered the bathroom he found his son shaking and scared in the corner. The man began to point nah shout at the boy. The mother heard all the commotion and ran to help her son, the man became more aggressive and began to grab the boy by his arm the mother tried to escape the bathroom with her son but ended up trying to escape into the cupboard in the bathroom, when she opened the door she found a dead body and was identical to her husband. When she turned and looked at the man in the bathroom she then realised that man wasn't really her husband.

Pulled a car into a gas station...or something. Ended up with a group of blonde people. I was in a volvo (I think). Wasn't my car. I felt like someone was missing. I tried reaching tam, I think. But no response. I was in some kinda house...it was behind the gas station. Then back by the station. I ran there in the rain with no shirt on. Heather pulled up and went into the station Then I was in a real life video game. Had to pull a lever and avoid a wooden man. I noticed a fire burning out of an in de script thing. I grabbed the man and burned him. He looked evil as he burned and disappeared into the flames. I then got scared...I think the house was evil. I ran to the car and it was dark. Then there was another game going on and heather grabbed a blonde baby and sat next to me. We didn't talk. Then I went back to the house. Cold and dark. Back to the car, it was back in and cars and trucks blocked me in. But I started the car and they all just moved. I drove away. I remember thinking...these people have me trapped..really scared.

I was walking on a road when I saw a guy walking by. I don't know why but i was really really scared of him - like he would do something to me. A man was walking beside me and he put an arm around me, to cover and help me. A few girls came up to me to try to do something but the man saved me. Then we walked to where I wanted to go, and it was time for him to leave. I thanked him and he asked me for my name which I readily blurted out. However, I guess I waited for his, but nothing came. Then he asked for my age and I said that it didn't matter but still said that I was 18. He still didn't say anything. He started walking away while he was crying with a sad smile. I shouted out for him and ran behind him, but I guess I'd lost him. His tears made me cry and when I went home I cried for a long time in front of my grandfather who asked me repeatedly as to what happened. When he knew some man tried to do something, he put up his fork and said he'd kill him. But that wasn't the thing. I just couldn't stop crying. It was so intense, that I woke up crying.

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