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Okay, it started at home. My mom, her mom, and I were just hanging our when suddenly, my aunt and uncle (on my dad's side) knock on the door so we invite them in. They're coming to get me so I can stay with them. My cousins are with them, too. Then Olivia comes. So then we go to their house and my dad's mom is there (the whole family is there minus my mom's) and I also remember looking at pictures of my mom's side, too. I should point out that I never saw my dad during the entire dream. Which is odd. So everything is happy and normal and I'm getting along with my cousins. But the first bad thing happened then, I shattered some glass right next to my niece's feeding table and I felt so guilty, it was a really strong feeling. Anyways, so my cousin is and I go to a club or something. Then the next bad thing starts to happen. I'm dancing with a guy and all of a sudden, he's like, forcing himself on me. Like anally. So that was bad and even kinda painful. But its like, I didn't do or say anything about in the dream and idk why. So then we go on down to WV (I think) and attend some school. There's so many random people from so many different periods and places in my life at the school. I'll just mention that I didn't see you the entire dream, either. Or Jason, which, and this sounds weird, but I rarely have a dream that Jason isn't in. Anyways, Liv is there and we're in class when all of a sudden, there's like a serious shift in the atmosphere. Everything gets tense and dark like in movies right before the bad guy strikes, y'know? Some boys go outside and come back to tell us that there's a man out there. They seem to have heard of him from somewhere but idk where. I go out to look cuz I'm feeling really brave and protective and across a misty field, I see a man in all black with his back facing me. He's in a trench coat and some kind of hat (fedora possibly) but I never see his face. I run back inside and nearly everyone is gone. Of the few left, several kids (like our age and younger) want to go out there, whether becuz they want to fight him or becuz they feel they have to. But I have an awful feeling about this man, I just somehow know that he makes people suffer or do terrible things. I pack a bag and escape out a fire exit. As I'm leaving, I turn back to see him staring at me through a window but he doesn't seem to have a face yet I know he's smiling cruelly. I don't know how far I made it into the woods before I woke up.

So, my dream was about me and how I had this boyfriend who was extremely cute and had this really curly, bushy brown hair. During most of the dream we were both in my bedroom making out most of the time and apparently we were going to have sex. I remember that my dad was going to some appointment and then after he left we'd do it since my mom was downstairs and wouldn't be able to hear us. Then my dad told us that he wasn't going to his appointment, and so my boyfriend and I were upset so I told him that we could still have sex, we'd just have to be quiet. We were talking and I couldn't remember what we were talking about. Then I jumped on him and stuck my tongue in his mouth and then we were making out. We went over to his duffel bag in the corner of my room and that's when he told me that we couldn't have sex because he didn't have a "rubber". Later that day or like the next day we were at like a private school or something because we were wearing plaid uniforms and sitting at those high bar like tables. I wasn't sitting next to my boyfriend , we were actually a few tables away and we kept sending flirty glances until this person came out and started reading off names and the heights of the person. I don't remember my boyfriend 's name but they did say he was 5'6 and I walked past him and said, "We're the same height." and then he just winked at me and then I woke up.

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

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