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I had a dream about a school shooting at LHS. It was very weird because I was like a ghost and no one could see me. I would follow the shooter around the school and try to warn and help people, but I was a ghost so they couldn’t hear me or see me. I remember Mr Stock, Mr Lingen, Mr Rogalla, Mrs Hurby, Mrs Weets, and Mr Hams were all in the dream. I never got to the point where the shooter actually killed someone, but he was just walking around the school and I kept following him and trying to help people be safe. I kept trying to help because no one knew there was a shooter in the school, we weren't even in a lockdown. I was a ghost and no one could hear me, but then I woke up and no one died.

In my dream we were at church and pastor called for us to testify and the spirit came on me and I started speaking in tongues and it was great except then I realized I was actually speaking English and just reciting random stuff about dreams. Everyone was staring at me and laughing and pastor banished me When I woke up I remembered a few phrases of what I'd been saying and googled them and found I'd been repeating dreams from this site! It's really freaked me out....what's going on????

The dream began in a large room filled with all my friends that I used to go to school with in middle school. Fabri, Jackson, Kyle, Cade, Landon, Tori, Breanne, Bella, Margaret etc. we were all talking and laughing and I realized we were all in a big hotel together on vacation. Tori and I left the large ballroom to explore, and we realized it was our old middle school, St. Monica. After talking and laughing with my friends I went upstairs to my hotel room that I was staying at with my sister and Grandmother. At night we got ready for bed, and I decided to sneak out to the room down the hall because there was a party going on. So I snuck out to the party with my phone and when I got there, the room was filled with friends I have now (older and younger) as well as my friends from middle school. All actions up to this point were friendly and lighthearted. I took many pictures and videos at the party, and when I left the party to go back to my room there was a squirrel following me down the hall, the squirrel had a phone in his hand and was taking pictures of me during the party and for some reason I knew he was going to tell on me to my sister and Grandmother so I ran back to my room and slammed the door shut. The squirrel tried to claw his way through the door and tried to squeeze under the crack to get into my room. Finally, he got in from under the door crack and I grabbed him with my hands and broke his neck. After he was dead I threw him over the balcony into a huge light blue circular pool outside. These actions were very hostile and I could actually feel stress and worry in my sleep. The next morning, (in the dream) I woke up and went to 7/11 with my mom, and she picked out her favorite candy and I bought it for her.

Thought i'd take my own advice for once. March18 2014. Laying here thinking. Feels like i got deported. Friends and family miss me dearly. Mom thinks im a drug addict. Telling other fam that im mixing drugs and all this non sense. I honestly don't know how my mental os remaining strong after all this shit that i been through. not a complaint. I know im still here by the Grace of God. Who am i though. People probably look at me and say. oh , there goes that corny SKINNY ass nigga daniel, Why is sharde even with him. Why did alex even date him. he's Nobody. Right. Im Nobody. I can accept this. why. because 1. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. and i believe in standing by your opinion. so If Im Such A Nobody. how About hou prove im A Nobody. Matter of fact. how About you walk in my Shoes. parents Divorced when i was like 3. Sent away by my mom 3 times. made my mother think she failed as a parent with me. Constant pressure to Succeed in something you don't even have a passion for. Judged by your family because of the decisions you make. Thats Not even Half Of It. but You still see me crack a fucking smile so you can think everything is Ok. When in actuality . its Not. Its far from Ok.

This seemed to be loosely based off of Caroline and a circus, it also felt like I had been here before either in a dream before or it was just a random memory from this dream. Basically I was running literally for my life through this puzzle. Certain rooms include crossing a bridge with a huge drop underneath, a long maze hallway with light twitching, tree house like rope course which things would fall apart as you went. While going through these rooms a woman was chasing me. I finally found the final room and I ran inside. I remember the room being filled with lots of colors, the walls went from blues, purples, pinks, yellows, and more with designs like spirals, dots, zig zags. On the ground were a bunch of pillows matching parts of the wall and there were a couple of mirrors around me. I actually knew what would happen next, again as if I’ve done this before. Then the girl appeared in the room holding a butcher knife. I remember a conversation we had but not exactly what we said. It was about the fact that this was the final room for me to do and the girl would give me a puzzle, since I've done this before I think I had either known I couldn’t beat the puzzle or I was too tired/ lazy to do it. So instead I decided to annoy the girl so maybe she’d just let me go. She ended up getting really really mad at me and took the knife and sliced it in between my left shoulder and neck. I didn’t wake up immediately though. The person pushed the knife into me further. It didn’t hurt, I even remember these exact words in my mind “Why doesn’t it hurt?” Yet I was still wincing in pain. After the knife was pushed down to my stomach I finally woke up.

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