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I have a reoccurring dream that i'm eight years old again, waiting outside school for my dad to come pick me up and i have this bad feeling, i feel scared. it's the day he actually died so he never picked me up, the police did. But in my dream, he's there, my dad runs over to me and twirls me around and i'm not scared anymore. my aunt Jane is there to, who took me in when my mom left, with my cousin Eli then it all goes black and i'm alone in a field, i'm the age i am now 17, but i look over and see a dead girl on the grass, covered in blood but she's looking at me. it's me. i scream and then i wake up

So I had a dream that I had a boyfriend who was my best friend Matt. We loved each other and were happy together. Then one day we were walking and we got seperated and I started to wonder in a forest. Snow appeared as I walked. Then I fell and land somewhere. It began to snow and I was getting cold and no one came. Then a house was i front of me. A door opened and a man covered in a black cloak appeared in front of me. I was so scared and I wanted to scream but I didn't make a sound as he got closer. This is it, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was inside the wooden home. I was on a bench and he was there cooking food. I had a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. He looked tall and had a long black cloak on him. He came closer and helped me up and gave me a sip of the soup. Then when I was supposed to sleep I asked if I could hold his hand. I didn't know why but I felt guilty because I had Matt. He held my hand. It was cold and it was a skinless hand. It was only bone. Then his hand warmed up and out of nowhere flesh began building up on his hand. After sometime I stayed there, he had a full flesh body an looked like a teenager that was not older than me. He had blood tuning through his veins and he had a heart that was beating. When I first saw him, he looked dead but now he's alive. We fell in love and I stayed with him.

I find Myself walking up My ( deceased) Grandmothers driveways to see a big rig truck, solid black with a broken headlight, and a man laying in a puddle of murky water, (i know whats going to happen and i cant do anything about it.) I run up to the man thinking he's hurt, i hear the murmuring of him but he's heavier then anything i've ever lifted and i cant roll him over, and i cant see his face, all i see is a black shirt and brown hair, and his leg's disappear when i look for them. i try and roll him over and then a man will always come from behind me scream " Don't touch it! dont touch it!" and he'll yank my hand and make me run. i always turn around and pull against the man to try and help the other man. ( i cant tell what the man looks like again, all i see is a blue shirt and brown hair on the second man and his hand is cold. very very cold. and covered in grease.) before i know it the other man has disappeared and we are running threw my grandmas hay field its all dead and dried up. i always hear the trucker closing in his truck and feel like collapsing.. and everytime the guy that was leading me away vanishes and i end up falling and unable to move. next thing i know is the man is getting out of the truck ( and he always has something with him, a bar, a wrench, a rock, a bat,) i cant really see him but i see his black boots. stomping ...and then.. he kills me.. ..

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