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I was in an old wooden house with two other people & we had all been kidnapped. We were sleeping & I woke up to the house being on fire but not in the hallway or bedrooms. I ran to the other girls bedroom & she was going to escape with me but I was the only one that got out through the window. Then the main kidnapper woman had her tiny dog chase me but it never caught me. I ended up at a carnival down the street. I usually never escape these kinds of dreams. Why did I last night?

I was laying in bed in the dark and then suddenly in one movement the bedroom door flung open and was then slammed.... I laughed and as I had, something sat on my right arm and the bed... which sunk me into the bed, then I felt pressure on my chest as if someone was forcing me down... I couldn't move at all... I was struggling to break free but couldn't and eventually woke up screaming/shouting. The strange thing is that I didn't see the ghost but I knew who it was (a ghost that I had seen over 20 years ago from a old house that we lived in)

I have had this dream before but not in years. I was being chased by these people who were family but I think they were vampires. My mom and brother were captured but my sister, who did not look anything like my sister, had already been turned and had to chase me. There was something special about me that they needed apparently. I could fight, but not very well, so I ran. Oh and everyone in my family did not look like my actual family. But my vampire sister chased me around what looked like a New York style of Coralville. At some point I found my dad, who apparently I have not seen in forever, and he had a car and let me drive it. My friends called me while driving and were saying my dad's cars are always the best. And then we got home which was one bedroom only and that was it. That was the house. That one room. It was cluttered with old stuff of mine and my dads stuff. My sister found me, dad disappeared, and I ran again. I went in a circle and hid under the bed. There were 2 or 3 other people there who were my friends and tried to confuse my sister, which worked for a little bit. But then found me and I found an old song that I had written that my dad had kept. It had interesting metaphors. I read it and my sister started to cry. And I realized something. My dad came in, saw the song which he had constructed something that when you looked at it, the objects made the lyrics. And he started to sing it, but in this evil like, angry voice. And I told him that it made my sister cry and I realized he was behind it all, and my sister came onto my side.

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