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I dreamt that I was at a school. I teach for a living, so assume I was working there. Staff and the students were on the play ground. It seems we were waiting for dismissal. We heard a rumbling sound, like thunder, coming from the right of us. Bright lights were coming from that direction too. The next thing I knew, a group of Native Americans on horse back (white horses) came toward us in formation. It was almost like a stampede but no one got hurt. All the horses and Native Americans followed the same path, circularing the school, hooping and hollaring. Then, they were gone over the same direction from which they came. Students, staff and I quickly found shelter and began to find ways to get out of there. Many students left on busses. I finally found my car but admist of the parking lot were people attempting to break in and steal the cars. One of them had my hood open. I got in, locked the doors, started the car and took off. I got half way down Morrow Mtn when I decided to stop to lower the hood. the next thing I knew, spears were being thrown. I began to run.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

I was in a library I was with people who I never met who were my friends we were having fun and we all started climbing a railing to the top but if we fell we'd land in a river far below us and be carried to an unknown destination I went first when I got to the top my teacher told me to go and do it again alone and to watch out for someone in my group and so I went and did it again alone when I got to the top I found what we were looking for so I told my 3 teachers to ask for full names in there interviews which was our code to go so I got one shoe on and true to put on my other when I saw the person I had to avoid coming after me I was going to run but tripped and fell close to the edge I would have been done for if my teacher hadn't thrown them over the edge

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