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I went out back to smoke a ciggerett and my husbands dad was their and he wasr realy weird mumbling stuff and his eyes were realy big and I think he was saying dirty things to me and I told him your scaring me and I heard him calling my black pitbull dog hondo and I looked and he was off the chain so I hurried and called him to me so my other pitbull didnt get a hold of him he came to me I grabbed him by the coller and I looked over and seen another black pitbull dog going through the bushers only the back of him ive seen him befor in other dreams and I told my husbands dad hes comeing back but he realy wasntand when I looked up the black pitbull in the bushes jumped on top of me and when I opend my eyes the light hit him and it wasnt him anymore it was my other female pitbull dog and she had different eyes they were blue and blacked and she was showing her teeth growling drewling and was making eye contact and I woke up wright befor she bit me in the face

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I went out back to smoke a ciggerett and my husbands dad was their and he wasr realy weird mumbling stuff and his eyes were realy big and I think he was saying dirty things to me and I told him your scaring me and I heard him calling my black pitbull hondo and I looked and he was off the chain so I hurried and called him to me so my other pitbull didnt get a hold of him he came to me I grabbed him by the coller and I looked over and seen another black pitbull going through the bushers only the back of him ive seen him befor in other dreams and I told my husbands dad hes comeing back but he realy wasntand when I looked up the black pitbull in the bushes jumped on top of me and when I opend my eyes the light hit him and it wasnt him anymore it was my other female pitbull and she had different eyes they were blue and blacked and she was showing her teeth growling drewling and was making eye contact and I woke up wright befor she bit me in the face

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I went out back to smoke a ciggerett and my husbands father was their and he wasr realy weird mumbling stuff and his eyes were realy big and I think he was saying vulgar things to me and I told him your scaring me and I heard him calling my black pitbull dog hondo and I looked and he was off the chain so I hurried and called him to me so my other pitbull didnt get a hold of him he came to me I grabbed him by the coller and I looked over and seen another black pitbull dog going through the bushers only the back of him ive seen him befor in other dreams and I told my husbands dad hes comeing back but he realy wasntand when I looked up the black pitbull in the bushes jumped on top of me and when I opend my eyes the light hit him and it wasnt him anymore it was my other female pitbull dog and she had different eyes they were blue and blacked and she was showing her teeth growling drewling and was making eye contact and I woke up wright befor she bit me in the face

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I had a dream that I went to some new school, and there were few people I recognized. None of my friends were there, except for people I disliked and this boy that I made up inside of my head. This girl who happened to be in my class had asked me to go outside with her to go get her sweatshirt in her car. I did, but I waited inside as she went through the automatic doors. As I waited, some boy who was Mexican came in and asked me if I was related to Dora. When I said no, he started to beat me over the head with a vacuum cleaner. I started running while my head was bleeding. I hid next to a vending machine, but he still found me so I started screaming and crying until I got back into class. Nobody seemed to notice so I hid my face after realize a boy who sat across from me was staring at me. The Mexican boy was still out there, waiting for me. It was like he was after me for nothing. I wore my hood on my sweatshirt, and the next class we were by the pool. I swam, but the Mexican boy jumped in and tried to drown me, so I stood up against the wall and clung on to the side. I then made my way into the next room, and I heard noises coming from the vents. Both doors were locked from the outside, so I couldn't go anywhere except maybe the window. I started to bang on it screaming, and crying and calling for help, and the boy who started at me previously, came and pulled me out before the other man could get to me. He saved me, and we fell in love and he carried me away from the school and kissed me on the lips.

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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