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A blond girl who goes to my church handed me a notebook wich looked a lot like one of my friends notebooks. My friend always keeps this notebook very secret. The girl from my church told me to keep the notebook because somebody kept on sending her death threats through it. I still had it in my hands when i was walking to school but then i accedentily dropped it inside a sewer full of notebooks and yoyos while i was walking to school and didn't realize that i had dropped it untill i had gotten to school. So i had to skip gym class to go back and get it. There were indeed death threats in that notebook. The person then started sending death threats to me and my other friend torri, and hacked my ipod to and started sending me death threats through it. Me and torri then tried to investagate and figure out who was sending us the threats. We got so caught up in investigating we almost forgot that both of our lives were probably in danger. When we were both at a smoothie shop were we knew the person who was sending the death threats was in at that time, we remembered thatour lives were in danger and got scared and decided to quit investigating. I also had a friend in my neighborhood who looked a lot like the undertaker from an anime show i watch. I would hang out at his house and listen to belle and sebastian and drink milk. Then one summer day (i was still getting the death threats then, but torri wasn't) i was riding my bike . Then i accedently ran into a parked car near the undertakers house. He (the undertaker) was outside watching me. When i ran into the parked car he started to laugh. Then a sudden realization hit me. I asked him if he was the one sending me the death threats and hacking my ipod. He said he was. Then my friend tristan randomly appeared out of no where with his computer and the undertaker demonstrated on one of his video game accounts how he hacked my ipod. He had a program that could hack anything with a four letter password. He hacked tristans account. His password was "LINK". Then i ran home to my boyfriend who looked like Marylin Manson and told him all about the undertaker and the death threats. Then my boyfriend had a long talk with the undertaker, and eventually convinced him what he did was wrong and got him to say sorry to me. Undertaker felt really bad about everything, so bad that he got the entire story tattoed on his back. Then one day when my boyfriend was out volunteering at a hospital he called the undertaker and told him that i had been mauled by chainsaws in the garage. I was ,in fact, mauled by chainsaws in the garage. The undertaker was really sad and had to change the tattoo on his back. He had to cross out the "and they lived happily ever after" part of his tattoo and replace it with " and then she died"

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

Was waiting at home for my wife and daughter who took a plane to Paris, France. when they came home, they talked on how much they liked the country. I left for Florida, but didnt have my anxiety medication. Everyone in the back of the plane. I sat in the front near the pilot. I strapped myself in. after takeoff, I found myself back home as my wife was worried. I dont know how I got off the plane in mid flight. I told her at least the take off was smooth. I was at work. A co=worker was doing some of my assignment. I left with another coworker to go back to the office. she was braking the vehicle at an intersection but was stopping to short of the road. We got back to office. I went to supervisors desk to find out who was doing the rest of the daily assignment but all I could fine was junk

I'm with a lady and can't quite make out who she is or really see myself too well. But we stand in a stadium watching another lady who calls herself an activist, who changes from human to animal. She changes herself into a snake. She begins sliming and swirling around in a scary manner with her tongue out. Then, the next activist turns into a bird of some sort. I believe either a hawk, eagle, or falcon. She is also scary looking. She stands with her arms spread out and they turn into wings flapping back and forth very smooth. Her face changes, and then all of a sudden, off she goes flying in the air. Sooner than later, she is flying over an ocean of water and then all of a sudden she changes back into her human form and a bunch of sharks eat her alive

Was waiting at home for my wife and daughter who took a plane to paris france when they came home they talked on how much they liked the country i left for florida but didnt have my anxiety medication everyone in the rear of the plane i sat in the front near the pilot i strapped myself in after takeoff i found myself bathome as my wife was worried i dont know how i got off the plane in mid flight i told her at least the take off was smooth i was at work a co=worker was doing some of my assignment i left with another coworker to go back to the office she was braking the vehicle at an intersection but was stopping to short of the road we got back to office i went to supervisors desk to find out who was doing the rest of the daily assignment but all i could fine was junk

As a child I would have this recurring dream where I was standing in a large archway looking into a very large domed cathedral type room, very dark with the only light coming from a matching archway directly across the room from me, the floor was white and black checkerbord. The room was empty, walls where smooth with some kind of painting/fresco that I could never make out. And always in every dream there was a figure, seemed to be a man standing in the archway across from me, I could never see his face or another details because the light was behind him shining in. Every time this figure would turn his back to me. Look back over his sholder and walk away......I would always wake with a metallic taste in my mouth and cold sweats.

I wear a Spangenhelm on the battlefield. Because of this I am recognized and given proper respect. My spangenhel, intimidates my enemies and earns me respect from allies. When I wear it I am nearly invincible. Trouble may follow, but I use my dignity to overcome it. I'm dignified even when up to my ears in mud. It's what makes people respect me. A serious, thoughtful demeanor is the route to success. The most important quality of a great hero is Strength. A norn who seeks to become a legend must have great physical prowess. Strength is the key to victory! At a recent celebratory moot held in Hoelbrak, I got in a fight. I've had a rival ever since I was young. He's intelligent, treacherous, and cunning. I lost our last duel, but next time we meet, I will even the score. When I was still a cub, I had a vision. A Spirit of the Wild spoke to me and offered its guardianship. That spirit was a Snow Leopard. Snow Leopard is a stealthy, smiling spirit. She teaches us independence, strategy, and laughter in the face of danger. To this day, her wisdom guides me, and my memory of her visit comforts me on dark nights.

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