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I was in school and a teacher inside the class said that my parents were there to take me. she threw something at me and I caught it. after that I looked at my friend that comes home with me everyday that im leaving at that she should come with me I also told an old friend of mine too. We got to the admin of my school and it was packed with people which never happens. my friend snuck out without the receptionist seeing because she didn't have permission from her parent to leave and two other friends. When we got into the car my friends were already inside and my other friend with her family. As we drove away from the school two white horses followed us and we all agreed that we felt bad that they were free with nothing to eat and that they would have better chances of survival if they followed us to the farm.

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I was sorting cloths for a play, and everybody left me there to finish-said they had to finish something.i had to pick I one of my friends after from an address. On the way there I spoted a big party, after looking closely I realized that it was everyone in my friend group, and lots of boys. They looked at me as I walked by and looked sorry for me seeing them. I went inside to ick up one of my friends and they were wondering why I was there, I responded that I needed to pick up lily. I couldn’t believe they had a party and purposefully didn’t invite me. I was devastated. I cried myself to sleep that night.

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

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My family (wife,kids, me) are being chased by a bear through a house with several locked doors. We managed to evade it but it killed others. We ran down the street with a lot of people viewing the carnage. It was carterville road where I grew up but it was different. Then it was coming back so we ran home and locked the doors again and tried to hide in a safe like a bank vault but it was coming too soon as I was trying to lock the door I realized I couldn’t lock it from inside. Then I woke up in a panic.

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

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Me and a friend were standing outside near a parking lot near my sons school and a car rolled into a parking spot but did not have a driver. i noticed this and exclaimed "What if there is a bomb in that car" at which point the car exploded. I frantically began looking for my son. He appeared through the smoke walking towards me in only a diaper. He is eight. He was very afraid and would not let me go. In the dream I was shown a flashback of what had happened to him after the explosion. My son was saving people by dragging them and laying them all in a row one after another. At the head of the dead people he was placing the severed head of a white horse that he wore himself while dragging their bodies.

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