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I am at a night club and I get pulled to one side by a bouncer who tells me a group of boys are coming for me and my friends. I go to get my boyfriend and find him scared crying a corner. Somebody tells me that he has taken acid. Once outside I notice my boyfriend thinks he is a baby. I have to carry him home but on the way I drop him and he pees on me and laughs. I hurry home and go to my front door and go in but it is nit my house inside. I hear the boys coming a shouting that they are going to kill me. Me an my friends hear a bang and in he front room are two poodle dogs that bling to the boys. We pick up knifes and my boyfriend and hide in a cupboard. The boys are outside trying to get in. The door opens a little bit and I see boys in black with no faces. We struggle to keep the door closed. And when the door flings open. I woke up (my heart still beating really fast!)

I visited an unknown friends house where she lives with her mother. They had a very big spacious house but the mother kept complaining about not having enough rooms in the house to accommodate all her children, i therefore suggested she divides up her large rooms. We took a walk outside the house with another friend and found very healthy green vegetables and i started picking seeds from them to go and plant at my own house but i pulled out one bunch of vegetables and it had worms under it which gripped both my feet, i pulled my feet out but some remained stuck to my leg because they had gotten into my skin. I asked the girl i was with to assist me pull them out but they pushed themselves completely under my skin, so we started pressing the areas where they had entered to smash and kill them, them i realized that one had already reached inside my left palm and i was so scared that it was going to reach my heart and might kill me. then i woke up

We are what looks like John and my old house. John isn’t there. It’s dark, there is always spiritual activity here. I have grown accustomed to hearing and feeling it, but I don’t enjoy it. I feel threatened here, and often that the spirits are trying to kill me. Katie and I are sleeping together in an unfamiliar kitchen, on a table. Pulses of energy start to transcend from the walls towards the other side of the house. She is scared, so I hold her hand and tell her that I have done this before, that I know what this is, and that I will keep her safe. There is a dishwasher underneath us that keeps shutting off. I have to manually press buttons until it goes again. This feels important to me. Katie asks me often what is happening, and why. She tries to blame the wind. I keep looking up at these slitted windowless cut-throughs at the top of the wall. They appear to be letting air in, but I know that's not why the house underneath us is shaking. We hold on, and I help her get through it. Cut to my Mom’s house. We are talking about the ghosts. I throw eggs on the floor, and so does she. All of them break open, and some of them are spoiled as they hit the floor. She cleans them up, but there is always still residue. I try to help clean it up better. We are sitting at some sort of Pep Assembly. Top Gear (Britain) host starts talking, donating money to an organization. He donates a particular amount, and then does a double take, acting like he is going to give them more. Instead, he jests about giving the second amount to “Jesus Christ.” Nick, my sisters and I all snort at this, I seem to be filming the event. We can hear murmurs of people agreeing, when someone gets my attention. An old school teacher who was religious speaks up and asks if we should have ‘the talk.’ I look down and tell her no. She sits back, and my Mom appears, telling me that she wishes I would let “Jesus Christ” into my life. I coldly disagree with her. Cut to her house. We continue to have the argument, and she claims she wants me closer, and that ‘god’ will make me stay close to her. I disagree, but don’t mention anything about agreeing to stay close. I tell her that John’s mom has a way of making him stay close to her.

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