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I had a dream that my son had been kidnapped, it was very dark and storming out side and a killer was trying to get into my house. She kidnapped my son from his bed. I searched for him all day the police station was under my old high school and I talk to a young man that was studying in the common area who had told me that they caught the killer and she was dead. So I went to the police and a man called out I found him. When my son was bwck in my arm he smelled of smoke and burns on his back. I asked where he found him and it was a house across from the school I knewn the ladys they used to he my neighbors from a previous home and they said they took him because they wanted a baby.

I appear in the undergrowth area, filled with sounds of the birds. I’m struggling with the shrubbery until I reach rusty metal structure that is made of two big circles. In the middle of it there is well-like hole. I come closer and start to pull out something with the string from the bottom of the dark hole. At one moment it seems to look like a live snake, but after I got it out, I see that is the white walking stick. Eventually I walk away, leaving the traces that were left by the walking stick on the ground. Later on, I appear in the abandoned territory, which is full of stones and the piles of sand. I go further until I reach a huge hollow and starts to descend down using the ladders. Once I get into the hollow I start to look for something once in a while. Further, I climb with the other ladders upwards and leave the venue. Then I appear in the old warehouse. There’s no one around, except the roosters that makes repetitive sounds. I see one side of the wall has a hole and I sneak inside. On the ground I see myself sleeping just behind the small tree. The shiny silver walking stick, with the shape of the crawling snake, is lying next to me. The last thing that I remember is narrow street, with all walls painted with accidental words. I start to move towards the end, carrying the white walking stick that I pulled out from the well in the beginning of my dream. Suddenly I start to mark the words with the stick and I feel that after each word the stick is getting smaller until it completely disappears.

I saw an earthquake around a place which is crowded it came two three times each time stronger than before there was a friend with me we tried to go through stairs but everywhere it was crowded so we were in first floor we went near the boundary and my friend jumped I caught hold of her and she came up again, then again earthquake came more stronger then we both went to the boundary and jumped down there was a open area around that place we went there and were happy we escaped then I called my home to enquire about their safety

My husband baby momma came to visit with one of her friends and my husband sister. She leaves but how she left had me feeling funny. His sister asked to stay so while we're walking out we realized it was three guys sitting in an area we could barely see them unless we were by the door. My husband sister owed them money. She obviously told them her brother could give it to them. We hide money but she owed 10 thousand. We didn't have anything near that. The guys then called their gang over. I took my kids and nieces in my room and tried to figure out what to do to keep them safe. They hung my husband up like Christ on the cross by nails. They came for me and my kids. I gave them all the money we had and tried to figure out what was going on. They kept threading to kill me and my babies. My husband baby mommy came in and told them who my husband father was of New Orleans so they left. She ran for my husband rescue but I told her I didn't need his help! She's the reason he's like this. I took him down and woke up

The second dream I had during the project was based on my loneliness. I was at a party. I was sitting on the floor with a big group of people, some familiar and some not. My mother is sitting here, as well as Harris, Jon, Darian, Alex, Matt and others. We are playing a game that involves little slips of paper that have important things written on them. When it's someone's turn, s/he chooses another player and kisses him/her on the cheek. Harris is sitting near me, on my left. Darian is on my right. The game had already gone through a lot of people; many players had gotten turns. I had not been picked yet. No one had chosen to kiss me. Some other people had been kissed more than once. I felt left out and unloved. I stood up to leave. Matt was here, sitting on a bed. He said out loud that he loved the music that was playing. It was classical music. He addressed me specifically, telling me that he wanted to listen to this music later when we work in the kitchen together either cleaning or fixing up some food. His statement ticked me off and gave me an excuse to be mad and leave. I walked out of the room, and decided to go to the bathroom. I was in Matt and Alex's house. The bathroom was tucked back at the end of a little hallway that also goes into Alex's bedroom. It was cozy and quiet back here, away from the party. This area had thick carpeting and everything was clean. I saw a hamper in the corner that was like a boxed-in table with a round hole in the top where you stick in the laundry. I just wanted to go sit on the toilet alone in peace.

It's night time and i'm in a long narrow hallway that have lights on the ceiling every few feet, doors on either side of the hall and one door at the opposite end of the hall with a man standing in front of the open door. feels like i'm gliding towards him and even though the doors on each side of the hallways are closed, i feel like the energy is sucked out of the area around me and i start to breathe really fast and everyone is waving bye to me and all of this happens in slow motion

I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.

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