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My dream was a version of Frankenstein we watched during class the previous day. I dreamt of the madness of Victor Frakenstein and his accomplice Professor Krempe. During their studies of the creation of the monster, an Ape arm was used to test the ability of reanimation and electricity (impulses). For whatever reason the Professor decided that it was a good idea to slip the arm of the ape onto his own arm. Unfortunatly, the arm started taking over the Professors body, he was turning into a blood thirsty ape killer. It was Victors task to kill the professor. Using a knife he threw it straight at the professor/ape into his heart. The Professor slid down a brick wall, pulled the knife out of his heart. He then proceeded to pry open the hole the knife was in and started pulling out his entrails, and naming them as he went along, Pericardial sac, amniotic fluid and placenta.

I am going for a drive with my husband and an unknown woman. Shes very sweet and a little nervous. I tell my husband to let us out so we can go into a store. He doesn't want to but lets us out anyway. He drives off,we go into a clothing store and get kidnapped by a fat man with crazy hair. He takes us to an apartment I lived in years ago. He leaves us in the garage and goes to get some rope. We squeeze under the door when hes gone and run for it. Along the way a little Blonde girl joins us. I push all of us behind some trash cans to hide when he drives by. We stop at house and ask for help. A woman lets us in and I ask to use the phone. It wont work without some special code to dial out. The woman then asks her dark haired daughter if we used the green phone. She says no and takes us to her room. I tell her that if she doesn't want to help that we are ogling to leave. She tells us to wait, gets her moms keys and tells us to follow her out a dark window which is covered by a pink sash. I take off my purple shoes and step out. I turn around and ask "lali" to grab em for me. She hands me my shoes. The Blondel girl has disappeared and the dark haired girl drops us off on the side of a dirt road and I know my husband is on his way to get us

Bought a new car. The car was a trans am. I had slept over at the girl's house who sold the car to me. In the morning, I couldn't find the car and deducted it was stolen. Had stayed up all night and had not slept. I went to police station at end of street to report stolen car but when I got there I noticed it was a couple minutes til 9:00 when I needed to be at work. I anxiously asked if I could use the police station's phone to call boss but could not remember bosses number. Later when I woke up I realized I was reversing the order of the numbers I was dialing.

I was walking my dogs in the woods. A strange man asked me to go up a steep zigzag path to help someone with a badly injured rabbit. I went up. The man then rushed to my house at the edge of the woods. I ran back but he locked me in one room (not a room in my house) and he started cataloging my stuff and listing it for someone on the phone. He became my godfather. I tried to ring the police but dialed 555 instead of 999. I finally got through, they thought I was rude and said they'd send someone eventually. My godfather let me out and tried to run but he was now trapped by a heavy gate. My parents show up I'm trying to tell them but they're not interested they just want me to hurry up and go with them. I try to ring my brother but I see through the window that he's trying to phone me at the same time. Then he gets into the car with my mum. My dad is in the house with me. It takes me several attempts to get him to believe that my godfather tried to rob me. When he does believe me we talk about giving the man work around the house. I go to give him my mobile number. It's full of 9's.

I had a dream that there was a gravel road I was driving on and I couldn't get through it so I turned around to go the other way and my car rolled down a hill and wrecked. Than I had a dream my boyfriend was being tortured his friend was cutting his arm, they wanted to kill him. They told me lets kill him. I tried to call 911 but I kept dialing the wrong numbers. I took his knife away as his friend was cutting his arm he had blue gloves on. I felt scared I woke up after throwing the knife back at him and running out the door and he threw the knife at me into the door than I woke up.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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