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I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal bar and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

I was on a balcony overlooking the city. Luis, his father and I were looking at a map or a blueprint of some sort. It was windy. I heard and sensed an explosion. When I looked towards the city i saw what looked like a volcano erupting. I couldn't believe my eyes as I knew this was in the middle of the city and unless this was a sink-hole of some sort it couldn't be possible. The firey eruptions turned into a huge explosion and a rumble underneath the earth that raised the earth and everything on it as it made a straight line towards the building that we were on. Once it hit underneath us, it shook us all, like an earthquake. The reason it had come straight at us is because we were on a leigh line of some kind and whatever we were doing with that map/blueprint was was of great importance energetically.

Had a dream that Jill and I haven’t seen each other since our last fight (which would have been the end of August 2013) but we still somehow ended up at a hotel getting married. I remember riding a bus, tram or train from what I assume was the airport (not sure) with her family members and Jimmy Mumby from work. Most of the family seemed a bit redneck, but Jimmy brought out weed and all her family member went crazy trying to smoke it, and even some seemed to have a new method of turning into liquid, and drinking it through a straw. I remember how uncomfortable I felt and I wanted to get away but I was trapped. The driver came back and began handing out what looked like strings with some sort of stick or straw and telling the guys who were smoking that they were going to have to swallow them. I felt relieved thinking he was going to stop them from smoking, but then he yelled out “Just kidding” smoke them if you got them, or something like that, laughed and went back to driving. The driver was wearing the stereotypical blue pants, driver’s hat and he had a mustache. When I got to the hotel I didn’t know what was going on or how I ended up being in the situation of marrying someone that I haven’t spoken too for months. I remember seeing her in her wedding dress (the old one from when she was 18) and seeing some of her bride’s maids in inappropriate bride’s maid dresses. One bride’s maid had a white dress that was cut to show a lot of skin, bra and panties could be seen. I was suddenly rushed by my mom to change into my suite (cannot remember the exact color but I know it was dark). Something happened to my shirt, can’t really remember but I spilled or dropped something on it, because I remember trying to rub it off. Next thing I know I was shirtless standing in front where the altar would be and a crowd was gathering in the seats and people were pushing me to the front as a protested about being shirtless. I remember still being confused about what I was doing or how I got myself in that position. I remember feeling anxiety about the hair that might be seen on my back. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time and money and feeling pressured to go through with it, and every time I attempted to discuss things with Jill, she wouldn’t acknowledge me, with the exception of telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it to go down. She seemed happy, or at least to everyone else, but we still didn’t talk. I remember feeling pressured about the vows because I wasn’t sure what to say to someone that hurt me so badly and haven’t spoken too in the last six months, but didn’t want to let everyone down. Everything seemed to be rushed as if “if it doesn’t happen right now it will never happen”. Her family seemed to be wearing country clothes including camouflage hats, had beards and yelled or talked super loud.

Had a dream that Jill and I haven’t seen each other since our last fight (which would have been the end of August 2013) but we still somehow ended up at a hotel getting married. I remember riding a bus, tram or train from what I assume was the airport (not sure) with her family members and Jimmy Mumby from work. Most of the family seemed a bit redneck, but Jimmy brought out weed and all her family member went crazy trying to smoke it, and even some seemed to have a new method of turning into liquid, and drinking it through a straw. I remember how uncomfortable I felt and I wanted to get away but I was trapped. The driver came back and began handing out what looked like strings with some sort of stick or straw and telling the guys who were smoking that they were going to have to swallow them. I felt relieved thinking he was going to stop them from smoking, but then he yelled out “Just kidding” smoke ‘em if you got’em, or something like that, laughed and went back to driving. The driver was wearing the stereotypical blue pants, driver’s hat and he had a mustache. When I got to the hotel I didn’t know what was going on or how I ended up being in the situation of marrying someone that I haven’t spoken too for months. I remember seeing her in her wedding dress (the old one from when she was 18) and seeing some of her bride’s maids in inappropriate bride’s maid dresses. One bride’s maid had a white dress that was cut to show a lot of skin, bra and panties could be seen. I was suddenly rushed by my mom to change into my suite (cannot remember the exact color but I know it was dark). Something happened to my shirt, can’t really remember but I spilled or dropped something on it, because I remember trying to rub it off. Next thing I know I was shirtless standing in front where the altar would be and a crowd was gathering in the seats and people were pushing me to the front as a protested about being shirtless. I remember still being confused about what I was doing or how I got myself in that position. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time and money and feeling pressured to go through with it, and every time I attempted to discuss things with Jill, she wouldn’t acknowledge me, with the exception of telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it to go down. She seemed happy, or at least to everyone else, but we still didn’t talk. I remember feeling pressured about the vows because I wasn’t sure what to say to someone that hurt me so badly and haven’t spoken too in the last six months, but didn’t want to let everyone down. Everything seemed to be rushed as if “if it doesn’t happen right now it will never happen”. Her family seemed to be wearing country clothes including camo hats, had beards and yelled a lot.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal tube and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

Some how my mom broke out of jail, to move to Arkansas with me, frank, and a white couple. Something went wrong with going, my mom decided to have a shoot out with the police in turn being shot in her chest and killing the officers, as my mother lay dying I tell Terri to shoot me in my upper back near my heart however the bullet went in to the left and came out on the right just under my tit. Terri and I were in 7-11 some how. We managed to make it to an apartment back to my mom that was not dead at all, I asked her how she was feeling, she replied "I'm at a place when I am okay with whatever happens" I say even dying? She laid her head on the floor and closed her eyes and continued to breathe, I called the police to get us help but nothing came and we were down the street from the police station :( I woke up with the same burn I felt in my chest with being shot. As I'm laying here wondering what it all means I feel sad inside, because I think this is telling me that I feel guilty about something concerning her. Then again I can feel happy in knowing that regardless of how long help took, we keep living through the pain.

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