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I am the driver, my husband sits next to me and in the back seat sits another man. we drove over a hill on the other side of the hill the road collapsed and a car stopped dead in the middle of the road, driving over the collapsed portion the car was flying in the air and landed close to the other vehicle that stopped in the road, I swing my steering wheel to not hit this vehicle and rolled our vehicle it came to stop on a hill, we climbed out of the vehicle with only scratches.

I was at my grandmothers house but it was resided by my friend. there was a small get together there. i saw a few people i havent seen i quite a while. i left got in a small 4 dr car that i was driving. i crossed over a road there were 2 cars ahead of me one that turned right. it was night time out very very dark. the road curved and went to one lane crossing over a lake. i missed the curve and drove into the lake. as i was submerging intio black water i struggled to get out.

Had earlier dream about living in an apartment that was improperly constructed which resembled canterbury and I was trying to figure out what the shared walls were. The scene switched to where I was going to a football game that I was supposed to be playing in. I actually jogged past the location and overan the road I was supposed to turn down. Wearing full uniform and equipment, I started running full speed to the next turn. The scenery was a series of empty, goldish wheatfields like a road in Iowa or Nebraska. I turned down a road and started walking back through a field. There was a dog running toward me fast and it looked like its owner was behind it and had let it off its leash. Then out of nowhere came another dog of a different breed running across the field toward the first dog. While the first dog was distracted, I began going the other way. I noticed Qjr behind me and went to grab him before one of the dogs got him. Then I saw a third dog making its way toward me with a mailman walking in the background laughing at my misfortune. I woke up, partly because I had to pee due to drinking a small bottle of water before bed.

I was driving down a highway at night time. a motorcycle suddenly swerved in front of me. there were two people on the motorcycle. there was another vehicle in front of the motorcycle. the motorcycle started to swerve on the road but in its lane then it suddenly hit the car in front of it.i stopped my car. i saw the passenger of the motorcycle fly in the air doing somersaults as it returned to the ground, it was a women the driver a man of the motorcycle jumped on top of the women a was strangling her he then looked up and saw me watching he lept to his feet and started running towards me

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I left my husband and children at his work and went to run some errands. I called my husband on my way back to let him know I was on my way. His speech was very garbled and I couldn't understand what he was saying. When I got to his work he was waiting with the children. We both had cars, so the kids went with him and he was going to follow me. I was on the street and he was in the parking lot, so he was driving parallel to me looking for a place to exit. I lost him, and pulled over to the side of the road to wait. I got out of the car and locked it. I saw up the street a friend who was the one who introduced me to my husband. He was having trouble with his car. Some kids were crashing a drone into the back of it. I went to him and smacked the drone to the ground and pointed at the kids to let them know I knew where they were. I then returned to my car and found that it had been stolen. This was very upsetting and confusing because I knew I had locked it. I got my phone to call my husband to tell him my car had been stolen. I couldn't get my phone to work and began taking it apart to see what was wrong with it. A girl I didn't know came over and tried to help by dumping oil into it. I didn't know if it was ruined. I became so upset I woke up.

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