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I parked on an embankment with loose unsteady rock. The passenger wasted to have a toilet break. My sunroof and driver window was open. I said to the passenger that I didn't want to park there as it is unsafe and that the car will slide and roll, which is what happened. As I had my cat in the car I reached to keep her safe on my lap. She was very scared and luckily we didn't get hurt. The passenger seemed like I know him, though didn't recognise him? I did however express my love to this male partner.

I was in a shop and I wanted to buy a paysafecard. But the shopkeeper gave me a card for my phone and I told him nooo I want a paysafecard not a card for my phone. Then somehow somehow someone won 5000 phones in that shop [ it was a girl ]. When we got out I asked to let me pick one and she didn't want to share them. So I chased her and she started doing things. Like he was saying the police that I wanted to hurt her because I was chasing her and etc. but I always got away. Then she told her father [ he looked really rich and strong socially ] and he told to the police again and they all started chasing me. Then I got hidden in a random shop and the shopkeeper told me to hide under the desk. Then the girl was actually chasing me too. I could do anything if I wanted too and the shopkeeper revealed me some stones which were really similar to each other and it was like a map. After a while, when I was flying her father caught me. I started kicking him and he wouldn't let me go. He told me " act like nothing was happened, and you will be saved " and then I woke up. All those things happened near my neighborhood in a place that I go almost every week. What could this mean?

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

I parked on an embankment with loose unsteady rock. The passenger wanted to have a toilet break. My sunroof and driver window was open. I said to the passenger that I didn't want to park the car there as it is unsafe and that the car will slide and roll down the embankment, which is what happened. As I had my cat in the car with me, I reached to keep her safe on my lap as she was on the back seat. She was very scared and luckily we didn't get hurt. Once I got out the car I saw the rocks spilling into the window and sunroof. I was glad to be out the car and not bei g hurt. It seemed like I knew the passenger as I expressed my love to him while kissing him. Yet in my consciouns, I wondered about my husband as I knew that it was not his face? Yet I felt safe?

I am walking in the area of Union and Bijou. There are many bears wandering around but I am not concerned. The bears are just meandering about not hurting anything. Suddenly a panel truck/van comes backing into the intersection and one bear stands up to challenge it. The van is traveling pretty fast and the bear is hit and pushed into the storm drain at the corner of the intersection. It is obviously dead. The van driver gets out and I say to him, Did you see him challenge you?”

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

I once had a very good friend. I kind of liked him but we were not in a relationship. Then due to some misunderstandings we went our ways (about 3 years back). The parting was not really on a good note. He said a few things that hurt me and just shut me out.We did speak once after that about 2 years ago.Now that I am happily, why do I still dream about him. In my dreams even though I see him, we do not talk. I just look at him and then suddenly he goes missing and I feel sad.I usually wake up after that.What does this mean?

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