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First I was in a shopping mall and then there was an elderly black man that was being whipped by a mixed girl that I went to high school with last year yet have barely ever spoken to. He was being framed for stealing something in the shop and an elderly white man was running away that was a witness to the crime. I caught him and forced him to tell me if the black man had actually stolen anything, it turns out he hadn't. I then rushed to the shop and stopped her, it was a slight struggle between us before I spoke slightly dirty to her. We then kissed and started making out.

In my dream, I was asleep on the couch (in the same position that I had fallen asleep in real life). I was woken up by the sound of my front door opening. I assumed it was my dad. I opened my eyes but realized that I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't move my head to see who it actually was. I tried to speak but every word that I could force my lips to say just came out muted or inaudible. It felt like someone had drugged me. I just thought I was really tired abd that was why I couldn't lift my head up and look. I struggled to look over at the door, but I couldn't. The person who I thought was my dad walked down the hallway to see if I was in my room. When he saw that I wasn't, he walked back. When he saw that I was asleep on the couch. He walked over to me. Then I realized that it wasn't my dad. It was just a faceless intruder. I struggled so hard to get up and scream, but nothing happened. I managed to barely move my lips, but my words didn't come out. The faceless intruder knelt down beside the couch in front of me and gently kissed my cheek. I felt helpless and terrified.

I'm in a dark room, the walls are concert and have cracks in it. One crack goes from the corner on the far left from the floor to the ceiling. The floorboards on old and rotted some completely missing. My arms are crossed behind by back and short chains are wrapped around my wrist and connected to the wall. The chained are so short that they bring my wist between my shoulder blades, so I can't move at all. I have on a pair of black jeans and a grey t shirt on. My jeans are ripped showing a gash in my right leg traveling from my inner thigh to a couple inches above my knee, looks to be an inch deep. I'm opposite from the door. My mind is foggy, like I've been drugged or something. I see a soft glow in the doorway and hear a roaring then the whole room is on fire. I struggle against the chains but can't get out. Then I'm on fire. Burning alive.

Blue glowing giants were formed from clouds as I was walking with my daughter who didn't seem to mind them. Then I was afraid as I saw a giant beating a man I knew in our house. The man was thin and not my husband. My daughter hid in the night by a tree next to the house as I rescued my babies from the basement of the house. We ran in the dark to find my husband. I tried to tell him about the giants as he drove our car very fast in the clear rain then fell asleep at the wheel as I struggled to wake him up and prevent a crash. I was very afraid.

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