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I was saving s blonde girl. We made it to s cave with water the water flowed one way. I hade to get her and I to a raft. The raft was infaleted but the top would only inflate with my palm print. The girl and I were being chased by wolves. She got in and I began to push and direct us to the only exit. When we got the current of the tunnel I climbed in and used my palm to inflate the hood of the raft. 1 wolf followed and came in through the top. I quickly grabbed the wolf by the neck before it bit the girl. We wrestled for few I punched it a couple of times then snapped its neck.

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I was large, large like a god looking down on a small earth. I was looking over the ocean and I could see a man. He had fallen overboard his ship. The ship could not save him; they could not reach him with the massive waves that swept them away. There was a whale in the water; this wale did not want the man to be saved. The whale was swimming rapidly drowning the man and pushing the ship further and further away. He made the man helpless killing him slowly. I could not stand to watch this any longer. I reached down and scoped the man up in my hands, and at that point I panicked. He needed CPR or some sort of help that I could not provide being so much larger. I looked around me surrounded by others just as large. I was shouting for help franticly asking what can I do! I got the same response from everyone that there was nothing I could do and to put him out of his misery. I could not bear this answer there had to be something anything. As he lay in my hand helpless something amazing happened he began to cough! He stumbled to the tip of my finger trying to stand. No one had noticed this small miracle in my hand but I. then suddenly he was being yanked out of my grasp. I could not pull back it would kill him! I was screaming I cannot remember if any words came out though I attempted. I could feel his tiny hands griping my finger for his life. The way they slipped from my hand holding with every ounce of energy he had. But the force pulling was much stronger. It was a man a friend of mine who knew I could not do what everyone thought needed to be done. No one had seen the man get up; they all believed he was suffering. He did not listen to my screams of horror and in that one swift movement this tiny miracle was gone. I will always remember those tiny hands the way they slipped from mine.

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I was walking in the woods and it was rainy, foggy, and muddy. The woods led to a previous friend's house, once I realized this I turned around back into the woods. A little into the woods there was my friend Emma, she kissed me and out of nowhere there was a four wheeler stuck in the mud, then my previous friends' brother came back to tell me she wasn't home and gave me a cigarette. After that I somehow ended up in a whore house with my boyfriend , and our friend cassidy and mookie. cassidy was dressed as a stripper and then began to have sex with my boyfriend in front of me

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I was in mr.bennet and shirley Bennett house .but mrs Bennett is deceased but she was talking to me.they was getting. ready to go out somewhere i was overthere talking to some children there at the house.there were two boys a.and a older young lady.mr.Bennett. ask me to take hid truck somewhere. So l said ok.so mr.Bennett and his wife left in a white and. Burgundy Cadillac .then all of a sudden the children began to argue and fuss about something so i said. to them to stop it. the young lady began to say some unkind words to me so i was talking to her back all of s sudden she acted as if she wad demonic .so i began to speak to that spirit and cast it out and she.became very emotional crying and said i am sorry.

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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.

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