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I don't remember exactly how it started, but basically the "devil" which i cant remember what it looked like but it was a male &had hooves but stood.... and basically he was going to come and iwas going to die, and my stepsister who i'm very close with was there guiding me through the entire process and we were talking about this kid who my step sister had known who's also gone through the same thing and how its almost like killing yourself and there wouldnt be any turning back or taking anybody with you or letting anybody know and so we were picking out clothes that we wanted to take with us and we would either just drop the clothes onto the ground and they would get sucked into the ground but it wasnt working well and so the other way was to drop them down the sink which was like a sharp vacuum cuz it had small blades and would cut my fingertips each time i put clothing down it, and after i put a pair of dark blue shorts, death (devil) appeared behind me and like stabbed me slowly down my back and told me that i cant be dressing to impress any other dead people, and then me and my stepsister were by our front door and my dad came home and i was walking with him the entire time from the door up the stairs and he told me to come into his bedroom and he was basically going to yell at me for something and i was so sad that he didnt know i was dead and so i started crying cuz he technically couldnt see me but he still thought that he could since he didnt know the truth and i didnt want him yelling at me to be the last thing that he could remember doing before i died and so i walked into my room instead and my stepsister followed and i sat on the floor leaning against my bed and she sat on my desk chair and he stood and started yelling at me and i kept crying and he was so angry and he kept telling me how stupid i was and my step sister was like "billy, stop yelling before you make her upset, you're going to make her upset" and then i was crying and screaming "dad, stop it before YOU get upset!" and he kept yelling and i kept apologizing and crying cuz i really didnt want him being left with the guilt of yelling at me and he was like "Megan, what" and my step sister was like " billy, punch her" and he thought she was joking around and he laughed and playfully did but his hand went through my face and he was just like "....what.." and he sounded so broken and upset and confused like he had just been ripped into pieces and i kept saying that i was sorry and that i couldnt even leave him the note that said in green highlighter, "I'm sorry daddy and tell mom im sorry its too late now" (because me and her dont have a relationship and she hasnt come see us in over 6years) but the devil told me he would have to cut my back again if i tried to leave it because it would of messed up the entire process? and so i was cleaning my room and i left my water bottles that my room is always trashed with for my dad to try and remember me by and it was so sad and he was so unbelieveably hurt by the entire thing and then my step mom came home and he was just sitting and crying and then i was watching her car from the sky with them both in it, and she was complaining about me and he started crying and then i woke up in tears.

I was going to give a homeless man some change. He was slumped against the wall with a hat on and when I looked at him he appeared to be someone dressed as Michael Jackson. He was staring ahead as if he were dead, which freaked me out so I let out a scream and backed off. There was another one around the corner. I was quite far away now but he jumped to his feet and started running after me. I knew Katie (my housemate) was in the shower so I was screaming like I’ve never screamed before but she never came. I was found the next day at the tip, on top of a pile of rubbish, raped and murdered. Somehow miraculously, I came back to life. I was terrified at this point he would come after me again. I went back to see Katie. She and some others were making parachutes. I asked why she didn’t come when I screamed and she said he wasn’t after her. This meant that the guy was specifically targeting me. We looked it up and realised they were hitmen and someone had paid for them to get me. I was terrified of them coming back and nobody would seem to understand why or offer any sympathy. They did come back but there was a crazy lady that scared them away. My boyfriend asked me why I was so afraid, to which I replied, “I was just raped and murdered by these people!”

I dreamt that our truck broke down right before we got home. My husband and i decided to walk home with our 2 daughters and son. My daughter wantedto run ahead while my husband talked to a man and i told her to be careful. Then i saw a white van with a girl talking to my daughter when all of a sudden she started pushing her into the van. I heard .y daughter screaming and even though i had back problems i chased the van and i couldnt catch it. I caught up to the girl who was left behind and was begging her to please tell me where my daughter was beinv taken when i woke up.

I was in an unfamiliar house I've never seen before, with parents I have never seen before and a brother and sister I have never seen before. I watched them all get killed. I survived, but was taken to an insane asylum, and put in a jail cell. Where I had a protector. Once I woke up in the cell an there were life sized dolls that watched me. I asked to get rid of them, but my protector said no they were gifts. Then the dream shifted and I was in the middle if a field. I started killing people. In the dream I could see the blood everywhere and hear the people I was killing screaming, but in the dream I liked it. In the end before I work up I was in a pool of blood and body parts

In my dream my. Friend who was murdered is still alive and I'm at her house (which happens to be my aunts old house) with her and her daughter, as I go to leave the block she lives in the stairs are full with men with guns and knifes so I go back to her house, she let's me in and then we start sorting clothes out. Her daughter wakes up and we both go into the room she tells me to wait there and then opens the front door and jumps off the first floor balcony and kills herself, I run out and look over to see her laying there dead I start screaming and knocking on the neighbours door and when they answer the door its my other friend and she Asks what's wrong and I try stop her looking over as I try explain and then befor I can finish she looks over to see our friends body laying on the floor downstairs, as I make my way back to make sure her daughter is ok the men on the stairs start shooting at me. Then I wake up from the dream

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