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The dream began with me watching a horror movie with my friends in my house. I was sitting between my two friends. They were laughing at me because I was getting scared while watching the movie. After watching, we had dinner and they left. It was around midnight, when I finally retired to bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the door of my room open all by itself, thinking that it must have been the wind I finally fell asleep. After a few minutes my mother entered the room with a glass of milk and woke me up and asked to drink it. I was surprised as my mother never forces me to drink milk. As soon as I held the glass, the milk changed into blood and when I looked up in place of mom was a horrifying witch standing. I screamed and woke up. Feelings:

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.

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.

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