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I was driving and someone Tboned me, but their car flipped and a child fell out, the car was about to fall on the child so I ran out and grabbed her out of the way. Then I remember holding her and she looked like me very angry. Then I turned around and saw my father with a knife trying to kill me, I dropped the child that looked like me and I started to run home. as I came home my mom was hitting me with her fists saying that I deserved getting raped ( like she used to) and all I remember was seeing my crotch area like bleeding so much. I like hit her and she disappeared. I went to get my brother but he was missing, then my dad came home and like I forgot the rest but I know I killed my mother and left her in the closet with a knife in her neck and I pushed my father back into a poll where a long nail was sticking out and it went through the back of his head and out of his mouth. So I went searching for my brother but I kept seeing that little girl at the corner of my eye. I finally found him walking out of his room like in a trance he didn't awknologe anything but my mother did the same with the knife still in her neck verbally attacking me. all I remember after was trying to get out of the house, I opened the door and my dad was there with a knife aiming at my chest.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

I woke up in a hospital room with my gown still on and ivy s stuck to my arms. on one arm there were one or two and on the other there were two. i looked around the room to try to understand how i got there. i riped out my ivys and went to the door way of my room. there was no door on the door way to my room. i looked down the hall way from right to left. the hallway was quiet and still no one was in the hallway. so i went left and began to walk down the hallway finally i came to my stopping point i seen a waiting room with exit doors in the back with two lady nurses guarding them. my ex. boyfriend was there standing next to the window facing me. my step-dad was there and so was my mom when i walked up to the room i put my left hand on the corner part of the wall my mom was facing the exit doors talking to my dad which was turned facing her. my ex. looked up at me and then my dad stopped his conversation with my mom and looked at me. at this point i can see myself feel scared nervous and embarrassed my eyes look tired my skin is very pale i look sick very ill. mom turns around and i see her face. she starts to tear up with a feeling of joy. as she starts to walk my way she takes three steps and and brings up her arms to hand me something. i look down and noticed it was a baby girl wrapped up in a blanket she looked calm and so sweet. then my mom said to me take her. shes yours. i got scared my heart felt like it dropped to my stomach. i felt tears forming in my eyes. i looked at my mom and shook my head no and took three steps backwards. heart racing pounding. i can feel the blood pumping in my veins. i look over at the nurses in the back and run for the exit doors the nurses try to hold me down. but they are to week don't work so out of no were a male nurse runs over and pulls me and pushes me on the ground. i start to tear up so much its way to blurry and i wake up

I was being drove around on a long highway by a man, his face didn't look familiar in my walking life but I have seen him in past dreams. We drove for awhile longer and he pulled into a parking lot that was surrounding a building built of bricks. We walked around when we where abruptly grabbed and shoved into the building. We stood there as a group of people shoved us down the hall into a smaller room filled with more people. They left me and this man who I seemed to be attached to emotionally in the dream. We sat down and he held me close to him making sure no harm would be done by our capturers. I noticed a man behind a desk holding a gun and flipping through a paper loudly I watched him carefully as I slowly made my way up to the desk. I smacked his hand flipping the gun and catching it and clutched it with my hands. I backed up and pulled the man I was there with up and proceeded to walk backwards to the door but before I could get any further, the man from behind the desk grabbed a different gun and shot me with it (it was a tranquillizer) I fell to the ground. The man who was with me quickly ran to my aid as I laid there he pressed his cold hand to the side of my cheek and held up my head and whispered to me about how everything would be ok, before I could smile up to him I blacked out. When I awoke the man who shot me seemed angry with me. He made it clear that he must teach me a lesson for trying to leave. He grabbed my arm and drug me to this room where there was a large white sheet hanging from the ceiling. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it down, there in a small wooden chair sat the man who I was there with. His eyes looked as though the skin on top had been rubbed raw and it was bleeding profusely and it was just a horrifying scene. I screamed his name (which I don't remember what his name was just that I yelled it) He quickly opened his eyes and this was the first time in my dream I had noticed them they where the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Everything around the eye itself was a bloody raw mess of flesh, but the eye was a faint silver tinted blue with a darker blue ring around the outside of them. The sight of them made my dream self shake, the then man who was standing next to me shoved me next to man sitting in the chair. I looked at him as he stared blankly at me. I felt tears fall from my eyes as I whispered how much I loved this man and that I will get us out of this. He faintly smiled and then I noticed a small razor in his mouth, that had cut it up pretty badly. I stuck my fingers in to grab the blade before he could swallow it and after I grabbed the blade his mouth started pouring blood. I kissed the man on the lips as the blood poured from his to mine, I grew angry at the agony they put this man who I seemed to love through all this torcher and pain. I noticed a bucket of tools and grabbed a crow bar and followed some of the people who did this to him down into the basement. I proceeded to smash there heads in with the bar as I screamed how does it feel?! After I had obliterated everyone I walked back up the stairs to see the man who I loved all better, his eyes where completely healed. His hair was shiny and long, his beard was neatly in order and his eyes glowing. He ran to me and held me close to him and placed his forehead on mine and fluttered his eyes so I could feel his eyelashes on my skin. He kissed me slightly and then held me close and told me he would never let me go and I looked into his eyes and woke up.

I dreamed that I was pregnant with triplets (Marc's) and I was in the hospital with my family - but Marc wasn't there... my sister Linda was there in the room with me and she delivered 2 out of the 3 kids... one stayed in there while I walked around visiting people holding my other two kids... one boy and one girl so far... my dead father (much alive in this dream) was holding one... so I call Marc and tell him "Honey, I have to tell you something... I am at the hospital, pregnant with your 3 kids and I'm having them now"... and he was like "Thanks for telling me earlier!" and then came to the hospital, he had the other kid in his arms... he left with them both, I was still prego with the 3rd one... I kept rubbing my stomach waiting for it to come out... all of a sudden I call Marc and say: "Babe, I think this one is now coming out shortly" and he said "Ok I'm coming back"... he showed up and then I woke up... there was really no birth involved, it's as though by magic, they were removed from me "one by one"... so no crazy birth scenarios lol...

Last night i dreamt that i went to get a new tattoo. i wanted it on my left ankle, and i was getting the words “you can forget the past” or something like that (i can’t remember the exact words but it was a bit weird). i went to the tattoo place with my mum and the guy said “yeah that’ll probably be around £150 or something” and we sat and waited for ages and then i got called up and the guy showed me the design and was like, “this is right, isn’t it?” and he’d written this entirely different quote that was really long, and it had smiley faces around it that were coloured fluorescent pink, green, and yellow. i was like “um, no. this is the quote, please just put this quote on my left ankle” and he said “we only do it on the right ankle” and i was like oh well fine then and sat down and he did the tattoo and when i looked at it finished he’d done my quote but added more words before and after it and put the weird smiley faces around it. and yeah i left and i was really upset and i was crying so much, and my mum was like “well do you want it removed?” and i said no but i wanted to complain and get my money back and yeah it was distressing and i was sobbing violently and was really upset about my ugly tatt.

. I can’t remember but there was a 3rd person that was trying to pull us back together somehow, but I can’t make out the person’s face. I pretty much feel as though that person was female, but to be honest I really can’t remember. I do remember that whoever it was there was standing next to the main entrance door as if they were holding it open for me. As I made my way in, I remember having a smirk on my face as if I was pleased as to what I saw happening. Jillian was cleaning and had a ping pong table in a semi-folded position, and was at times wiping it down. I remember being confused trying to figure out where the ping pong table had been stored the whole time that I knew her, because I loved ping pong and probably would have wanted to play. I remember asking aloud, why are you doing this? Jillian didn’t say anything just kept cleaning, but gave me a look like, I should know why. I got the impression it was because I was still moving in with her after we got married. But, no words were spoken by her to me, just the look.

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