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Fireballs raining from the sky i am fleeing with my 2 girls in my suv trying to escape i run through a work cabinetry building running over hundreds of new kitchen cabinets i get back home and the fireballs stop briefly i am scrambleing to get food and fishing gear in the car before the fireballs come back and i discovered a hidden portal in my driveway my husband shows back up from his birthday dinner i was still mad at him for going without me i told him about the portal he is looking for it i find a stranger in my home when i returned telling him to get out i was calling thepolice and he goes into the front yard as me and the girls are getting in the car accuseing me of some kind of hidden plan or secret puts a shotgun to his mouth i yell i really am not keepin anything suddenly he is gone and the fireballs start again

So this is like the most real dream I think I've ever had it really felt real. I was at one of my friends uncles house dropping something off and my friend (the uncles nephew) came in the door so i turned around to see who came in. He (my friend) was holding a bottle of vodka and a gun. I could tell he was drunk. Then he pointed the gun at me and I remember feeling terrified, his expression was blank and so was mine. I didn't move or react. and he shot me in the head. But I didn't die like I could feel the warm blood running all over the floor and on me. Then he walked behind me so I couldn't see him and I heard like a rustling sound and then footsteps coming toward me then he paused and I knew he was pointing the gun at the back of my head. Then he shot again and I woke up. Like that's the first dream I've ever died in and it felt so real. I woke up in a panic.

I was at my middle school walking down a hallway with my cousin and many other students. As we were walking we heard a teacher screaming and yelling to tell us to run and hide. At that exact moment a white male in all black clothing came from behind the teacher and shot her dead to the floor. I ran thinking my friends and my cousin were following me. After, I'm in my hiding spot I realize my cousin and friends are not with me. They've been shot and are dead in the hallway. After the shooter has stopped I rise from the floor to find my cousin. I see everyone dead in blood, and I stand there crying.

My friend got angry over a voice recording that my other friend showed her that I said. But it was funny, and very unreasonable that she would be mad. She went over the top with her anger, and broke my ankle and hired three men to hold me hostage in a small town. They took away my blue Camaro that my dad gave to me. Eventually I found a phone and called my dad to rescue me. He came and it was a a huge struggle and chase to escape the premises of the town. When we escaped we stopped off at a store. My friend showed up and I yelled that I trusted her. She took out a gun and pointed it at me and then left. My dad got out of the car to come into the store. I screamed dad run, and he started running. My friend shot my dad and murder him.

My friend got angry over a voice recording that my other friend showed her that I said. But it was funny, and very unreasonable that she would be mad. She went over the top with her anger, and broke my ankle and hired three men to hold me hostage in a small town. They took away my blue Camaro that my dad gave to me. Eventually I found a phone and called my dad to rescue me. He came and it was a a huge struggle and chase to escape the premises of the town. When we escaped we stopped off at a store. My friend showed up and I yelled that I trusted her. She took out a gun and pointed it at me and then left. My dad got out of the car to come into the store. I screamed dad run, and he started running. My friend shot my dad and killed him.

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