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I was working in a clinic/doctor's office as a newer employee. I am currently a new employee at a bank, but medicine and care is the last place I'd see myself working. All the staff at the clinic in my dream was the same staff I work with at the bank. I worked very hard this shift, and we were open late so I lost track of time and stayed much longer than I had been scheduled. One of the older staffers, who i recently covered a shift for at the bank, praised me and was very greatful i had stayed, as there was an influx of patients as the night got later. Soon it was packed with patients and more coming in. Although we were overwhelmed, I was told to go home. I packed my things, singing along to the radio to Lean On Me while doing so (a child in the waiting room sang along with me), and left. I hadn't realized there was something wrong until I got outside. It was night time, people were running and hurrying and everyone had packed bags and family scurrying around them. Once outside, I could see I was at my university campus. All the commotion stopped me in my tracks, and I could only think to get home to my family, which I instinctively knew was to the right. I started running amongst the people, as they were exiting the campus I was pushing against them and running back in. Among the people running in every direction, I saw my mother (now deceased), younger than I had ever known her. She was scrambling, and I thought she would be running home, but she ran in the opposite direction. On my campus she ran towards the building that I am in frequently, not towards the clinic or the direction of home. I called out to her but he couldn't hear me, even though she turned to look. I caught a glimpse of my brother trying to reach her too, but he looked like he was running home. And then I woke up.

An old abandoned white vintage victorian house, shabby and falling apart. i ascend whats left of the staggered stairs, into the crook of the attic, where lie pieces of scrap and junk. many people gather in, pouring contents into a large boulder, it is later transformed into a giant amethyst geode, i realize i just witnessed an alchemical proccess, i see the bowls of salt and pitchers of flux strewn out on the table, the crew then gather outside the door, removing a giant american flag from its post and hanging something else in its absence. i hear music and talking. a jester woman fumbles and humors the crowd. i am outside, i remove my sock and regrow a toe from a sprout, you ask me what i have there and i remove my limbs to fashion you a new member (genital).

It was 1999 I looked out side my kitchen window, there was a car park, it was full of 'Muslim' woman praying, they were facing west, I ran from my house past the woman in to a hall were the minister for immigration KIM BEASLEY was, I said can you see that in the car park, he looked over while shoving seafood in to his mouth shrugging his shoulders. I got up set and left that place and went to go home, I walked past the Muslim woman praying to the west, one Muslim looked up at me then they all did, then they stood up thousands of them, and they chased me, I was running away and they slowly methodically followed me like a slow moving mud avalanche, I run in to my home but the weight of the woman marching froward smashed my house down, I had to run and run, I had no home and it was hard to hide because they were every where. They were not aggressive in a fighting way, but determined to smash my home my life every thing....,

It was 1999 I looked out side my kitchen window, there was a car park, it was full of Muslim woman praying, they were facing west, I ran from my house past the woman in to a hall were the minister for immigration KIM BEASLEY was, I said can you see that in the car park, he looked over while shoving seafood in to his mouth shrugging his shoulders. I got up set and left that place and went to go home, I walked past the woman praying to the west, one looked up at me then they all did, then they stood up thousands of them, and they chased me, I was running away and they slowly methodically followed me like a slow moving mud avalanche, I run in to my home but the weight of the woman marching froward smashed my house down, I had to run and run, I had no home and it was hard to hide because they were every where. They were not aggressive in a fighting way, but determined to smash my home my life every thing....,

It was me which im a female, AMD my son beating up my boyfriend which itsmy son dad. And we craked his head over a little. I had stop and seen that he had scratches on hi head, so I told my son to stop hitting him. My boyfriend was still alive. So me and my son where living when his dad grab my son by his legs and told my son do not leave me. My son left I went back in side when some girl walks in whit a baby saying it was my boyfriend and her baby it was a baby boy. so I grab the girl and start beating her up and I also cracked her head open. And I grab the baby and said that's my baby and grabbed the babyboy of her arms and when I grabbed the babyboy he through up on me. and I was outside the house I thought but this is not my baby this is boyfriend and that girls baby. So I went back inside and handle that girl her baby back. On my way out the door that girl comes out of the room and said is the baby my responsibility and my boyfriend mom said, yes he is and I said the same to that girl

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