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First off I was some guy who used to be in a relationship with an octopus/human mutant. I lived in a house the size of a dog house and one night mutant thing rang the doorbell. I let him in which I found out to be a mistake later. I was tackled and had suckers all over me while it went on about how I should be his again and he kept trying to get in my pants. I eventually got him out and locked the door back. Everynight he'd come back and sometimes I had so much noise that it'd wake me up and I'd lock the door and others didn't so he was able to drag me outside and try to get into my pants again. This happened multiple nights in a row so I simply didn't sleep. One night I decided I had enough of him groping me so I shoved him off and started running. I had ran before but he always gotten ahold of me. So this time I didn't run down the road like usual but cut through a park and then the road. I was able to keep away from it for a long time then it caught up with me. I killed it and it fell down and started to try to hit me with it's arm while holding a purple triangular flag. So I went around it and continued running. I eventually crossed a white line and met people who were my family in the dream and they told me I looked tired. I told them that my ex was being a stalker and told them what he'd been doing. And that's when I woke up.

I was dreaming that my ex partner had a new partner and baby, his partner and baby were said to be of another race, but were not upon seeing them and upon the discovery of the child I began to beat him up for neglecting the child which we have. He did not fight back and eventually ran off, his mother and brother were also in the dream and I began to verbally abuse his mother for being a hypocrite and contradictory and they all left i spent the duration of the dream trying to get out the building I was in.

Having had a few drinks one evening I had fallen asleep on Emma Hatton's sofa (no idea why) during the days when I had ridiculously long hair. Waking up in the morning, someone had shaved off all but one side leaving me with the king of all combovers. In my fury I naturally assumed Ben Holliday was to blame somehow and attacked him with a frying pan. Hordes of strangers start arriving at the house and Ming Dong helpfully cuts off the rest of my hair. For some reason bald me looks like Robert Loggia. I spend hours tracking down someone who can lead me to the person responsible. Eventually Laura Lemon agrees to show me to this persons house, but when we arrive we are at their wake and it turns out thy they have been dead for three days.

I enter a van where my mom is driving and in the van there is a group of young youthful boys. I don't know none of them. My mom is picking young guys up to drop us off at an event, I am wearing gym clothes.I am sitting in the back seat of the van, indian style. My mom stoppes and picks up the last guy. He enters the car and shakes my hand and says "hi my name jonathan. I do not see how he looks. I ony know he had dark hair and was skinny and taller than me.

My 6 year old daughter and 2 of her friends were at a birthday party and did not come home, I couldn't find her. Then I found one of the children by herself near my mothers house alone. I asked her where my daughter was and she would not answer so I shook her. I went home and found my child but did not have time to find out what had happened before the police arrived. The little girl next door had come home and her mother was hysterical. Something had happened to her daughter. She was saying it was my fault, but I don't know why. She wouldn't talk to me. I went back inside and suddenly a man appeared saying he was from the t.v company and started to work on the t.v . I asked him how he entered my property as it was locked, but he did not answer, I grabed my daughter and ran out of the house and down the street and hid. Suddenly I knew he was a child abuser. I watched him run from the property and hide in a field. Suddenly the ground below his feet turned to dessert and the ground started to fall away and fill with blood. I was standing in front of him and he said " I knew today was the day I would die, I forsaw it, and I knew I would die in this hole surrounded by blood. I could have tried to prevent it, but I didn't want to" and then he fell away.

My mom took me to the doctor and he told me I was so sick that there was no point in me living. He gave me a cyanide pill and told me to swallow it. He said that it would kill me in exactly 12 seconds. He wanted me to take it then, but my mom convinced him to let us wait a bit so I could say bye to people. The doctor also told us that the pill would give me intense stomach pains before I died and I didn't want that. So we spent a long time trying to find a way to prevent that from happening. The rest of the day I said goodbye to people, and did a lot of crying. I also kept Jesus Christ in my mind, thinking about what it would be like to see him so soon. In real life, I finally repented and stopped doing a certain sin, so in my dream I felt almost happy, like I had no regrets and was so excited to see my Lord and Savior. I woke up before I ever took the pill.

I was in a giant mansion after the apocalypse. I was being chased by a pretty woman with a clipboard who wanted me to join a group that I thought had evil intensions. Eventually I got caught and had a conversation with an old man in white in front of a mirror. He wanted me to think he knew my secrets, but what he thought was misguided and wrong. I hid behind a statue and waited for the group to call my name, but they never did. Someone had erased my name and I was free.

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