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I enter a van where my mom is driving and in the van there is a group of young youthful boys. I don't know none of them. My mom is picking young guys up to drop us off at an event, I am wearing gym clothes.I am sitting in the back seat of the van, indian style. My mom stoppes and picks up the last guy. He enters the car and shakes my hand and says "hi my name jonathan. I do not see how he looks. I ony know he had dark hair and was skinny and taller than me.

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I dreamt that I was getting ready for bed and looked in the bathroom mirror and I noticed white things in my hair. At first, I thought it was lice but when I looked closer they were long skinny white worms. As I was pulling them out they started to crawl all over my body because they did not want to leave my body. As I pulled them off my body they were leaving marks all over me. When I'd pull them off they tried to jump back on and I just kept killing them trying to keep them off.

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A little boy was always scared about his family dieing. His skin was pale white and he had dirty brown hair, he was really skinny, almost to the point where you could see his rib cage. He had different colored eyes for each family member, mom was red, dad was blue, sister was green and brother was yellow. When a family member died, his eyes went completely black. One cloudy and dark evening his eyes went completely black and he started getting really upset and scared. So he started self harming. He carved "enormous" on both of his cheeks, peeling the skin around those words, and wiped them really fast and hard with a rag. He had stitches everywhere. He cut off his left foot and attached a thin white rope from it to his neck. Out of no where one of my good friends, Rose, walked him, holding his hand, to a high white and gray pole, it had a little hole on the top of it where maybe a chain or something else could be hooked or tied to it. Rose and the little boy were both smiling and giggling while walking to that pole, once they got there, she help him tie his thin white rope to the hole at the top of the pole, and then he was hanged, with his left foot dangling. He died, smiling happily, and with Rose on the side just watching him with kind of a happy but sad little smile.

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I was getting ready for bed and looked in the bathroom mirror and I noticed white things in my hair, I thought it was lice but when I looked closer they were long skinny white worms. I started to pull them off but they they started to crawl all over my naked body because they did not want to leave my body. When I pulled them off my body they were leaving red blood marks all over me & they tried to jump back on and i just kept killing them trying to keep them off

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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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