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I'm at a church, entering through the side door. I move multiple times, shuffling seats as more people come in. They are talking about a fasting video, eighty minutes long. When church is over, I go outside to wait for my ride. There is a van with guys in and around it. I feel danger there and I continue walking. I walk around to the front and go through the church again. I call my husband and he's not left yet, he will be late. I walk back out and see the van still there, the danger still there and so I go to tell a minister. I tell him stranger danger and he goes out and tells them to leave the premise. They leave and he comes back in and tells me the danger is gone. I begin walking around the outside again. I call my husband and again and tell him to pick me up in the back of the church but it isn't my husband. It is a student of mine. I call and get my husband's voicemail. He's still not there. I'm walking again and I see a large car and two older men in suits. They come towards me with a blanket and somehow they force me into the car. They abuse my body. Then they make me go into a room in the church and they continue abusing me. They rape me. Somehow I get away through a side door and tell someone in the church what happened to me.

I still remember a strange dream I had, a few months to maybe half a year back. In it, I was outside of one the apartments in my complex, one I knew. On the flat concrete in front of the front door, was sitting my mom. Yet, it wasn’t -really- my mom. I don’t know if I can explain it properly, but whatever it was simply took form of her I feel. She’s not even able to sit on the ground in reality, or position her legs the way she did. She’s overweight, along with having a physical handicap that stops her from doing anything like that. Whatever it was, had sort of a strange presence, and it felt spiritual, almost higher. It seemed to have deep knowledge perhaps, I don’t know. But it attempted to make me manipulate my dream, by creating a kitten, in which I failed to do so. When I couldn’t, it said that I “wasn’t ready”. Could this simply just be some silly dream, or something more?

My father recently passed away. In my dream I have to go to the funeral parlor to identify the body. Upon arrival I hear blood-curdling screams coming from inside. I enter the building and the screaming intensifies. I look around and find out that the screaming is coming from the crematorium. I run inside to find my father laying on a slate and being slowly pulled in. He's crying and begging me to help him. I try as hard as I can to make it stop and the undertaker rushes in to reassure me that everything is fine. He says "All the dead scream".

When I was younger, I constantly had dreams of being a Arch Angel sent to Earth by God. My task was to do something on Earth but the moment I went to Earth I forgot what I was suppose to do. I couldn't go back unless I did my task. So there I stayed on Earth for the rest of my existence. I lived the life of a human, wearing large coats to hide my wings, stealing food to survive. I looked like I didn't have a bath in a long time. I lived in a hold abandoned home high up in the mountains away from other people. A few years later I was found out by the humans, local media everywhere, scientists captured me, probed me, shoved tubs up inside of me, trimmed my flight feathers so i couldn't fly away, put a tub down my throat as a breathing tube, while I was submerged in a tank full of water as I slept. A month past as my feathers had grown back. Some how I managed to get out of the tank and pull away from all the tubs and needles that they had inside of me. I was naked and didn't have any clothes to wear but I needed to get out of that horrible place that I was in. I managed to get out but they were firing guns at me as I climbed out a window. I flew away as fast as I could. They were still firing there guns at me but I managed to escape. Once I had escaped I found a beautiful realm of some kind. The building was white, bright, with tall pillars. There were beds and cribs everywhere for the children that had passed away. I was standing there in a white dress and gold bracelets on. The kinds were all laughing and smiling, horses running around. It was like paradise, with nothing to worry about. Then all my dreams stopped. Few years later I had the same dream of this paradise world, but it was not the same. Not a sound from the children playing, not a sound from horses, and babies. The only sound that was heard was the wind. Dead, dried up leaves blew in and out of the room in and outside. Dust was collected on everything that I touched. It had been empty for so long. It was dark, miserable, and lonely for so long, it was as if no one ever lived here.

I found myself at my childhood house on my fathers side. I wanted to buy it for sentimental reasons. As I looked at the house form the outside parts of it were falling apart in rubble. there was a bear in one of the rubbled rooms. Later I seen a lion and another zoo animal. I happened to think that the zoo was nearby and some of the animals must have escaped. I went into the house and there were old relics there from our home years ago. Most I didn't recognize but a ceramic jar which was now cracked. I went into the kitchen of the home and a realtor was there. As I was talking to her about trying to fix the home I turned around and my father was there. He still had hair and it was black and he had a neatly groomed beard, which he never wore in life. He looked young and healthy and smiled at me. I turned and hugged my father and cried a little as I was so happy to see him. I turned to the realtor and whispered to her; "you don't understand, my dad has been dead for about ten years and I am so happy to see him." I didn't want him to hear as I was afraid if he did hear me, he would have to leave. I looked at the realtor and asked her if the city was giving out any money to help fix dilapidated buildings and she said no, but I could have it for the back taxes.

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