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I was sitting in a bar and there were very expensive whiskey bottles on the shelves. Two of my friends walked in and shot a spitball at me, but he missed and hit the shelf, sending a million dollars worth of whiskey shattered on the floor. Then a woman (who looked like my Chemistry teacher) ran by with a glowing stick in her hand. She ran by again and I asked her what she was doing. She then walked up and killed both my friends, making me extremely emotional. She then took me through the memories of a little boy, including his baseball games. Then, she took me to a white room where a convicted rapist was being held. The convicted rapist was apparently the grandfather of the little boy with the memories. The woman began reading the memories to the old man. She told me she had to do this everyday. The old man then motioned me over to a piano and we played a song together. (I have no idea how to play the piano, but I did perfectly in this.) Then, the woman asked the old man how he felt about his son. The old man said nothing. The woman then asked the old man how he felt about his grandson. The man said he wished his grandson was his son. The woman then turned to me and told me to "Solve the mystery" or something very vague like that. When I made the assumption the grandfather attacked the little boy, the woman locked me in a dark room with a purple door. She told me I wouldn't be able to get out until I solved the puzzle. I screamed for her to let me out, but she refused. Then I woke up mid scream.

I was with my violent ex, it felt so realistic, I was upset shouting and crying asking him why he hurt me, and that I still loved him, that I wished he could understand I need him but want him to know what he's put me through, he was saying he loved me but it was my fault because I took him to court for the violence, and he was sleeping with other girls to hurt me more, I felt so emotional and angry, I hit him over the head with a pan and it killed him, I didn't mean to kill him, I felt in despair I tried waking him up but he wasn't responding, I buried him under the floor in my bedroom with the advice of my friends, I couldn't keep it a secret thought I felt so hopeless and alone, I was going to confess, but I thought I'd check on his body first to try wake him up again, I was emotional and crying, when I got to him I held him and kept shaking him, he was bleeding really badly, but he starting moving, he woke up and I felt so relieved and overwhelmed with joy, I told him how sorry I was and that I loved him and never wanted to lose him, I ran and got him some bandages for his head and some water, he said it was okay, he held my hand and we walked away, then I woke up

I was in my local bar, that I work in, all my regulars were there. The bar picked up and moved to inside my home then immediately moved to inside my mothers home. My mother says she is struggling to pay bills and that she is going to prostitute my 3yr old son out to earn more money. One of the local bar regulars(75yr old man) stood up and offered to have the first round. I started to panic, all the other regulars at the bar held me down while the man raped my child. I could hear my child screaming for me but I couldn't do a thing. After the old man was done I walked into the room where my child laid bleeding and sobbing and seemed emotionally dead inside. I then ran out my mothers front door chasing after that old man with the intentions to kill him. Before I could reach him he jumped into and ice cream truck and drove away while I threw small rocks at the truck.

It is dark and wet. I am in a hallway lined with stone and there are torches lighting the path in front of me. If I turn around it is pitch black so I decide to go forward. As I walk through the hallway it seems as if nothing changes except for the occasional turn. Then I have to make a decision, do I go left or do I go right. I pick one and keep on going. I start to get scared as the hallway gets darker and darker as I go along but there is always a light at the end. After some time I realize I am in a maze. I start to panic because I don’t think I will ever get out. I start running and as I do I awake.

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