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I was walking in a corridor, and I took off and started to fly, but I said, ops. I am not suposed to do this while here, and I landed. Then a man took a note about what I'd done. I was then in a room, and kissing two men! One black one white. Someone was taking photos. We were in water. There was a girl under water, and I helped her to the surface. Then some people turned into zombies. I killed them with a metal weapon, then went to the door, and barred the door, but the zombies were trying to get in. I killed a lot of them with my metal bar but they pushed their way in, and I ran to the stairs

There is all black then as if a spark of light hit the floor, I see light and I walk out of a room. I look behind me and see the door close. the door is like a solid metal, bending above me as I look up. I am holding a hand, which is my guess because I feel something soft yet hard. Something hot yet cool, something squishy. I am pulled forward, yet I try to stop walking. Like I know what is going to happen next. I turn and wiggle my small hand till i am free. When I am free I start to run, but before I know it I am facing that same metal door. I look for any sign of escape. The door opens an inch and to my surprise, there is a light. I move my hand to the door, but just as I touch it, pain begins to rise in my fingers and then the light becomes bitter and bleak.

I was being chased by a tornado from basement to basement, running across a field to another basement until the tornado would rip off the roof and try to suck me up. I would hold on to a piece of metal tubing as the tornado would try to lift me into it. Then the wind would leave and I'd run to another basemen. In the field I see people whom I used to know, then I look back to the farmhouse for a second; look back at the field and the tornado is there, where they used to be

I am standing in a field next to a forest. The field seems to extend forever in the distance, as does the forest. Farther away from me, there is a group of teenage boys and men. They look as puzzled as I in relation to where we are. Momentarily they stand in their group trying to comprehend their surroundings, and suddenly they scatter. Under attack from a monster, some fight and are killed, others run towards a shack that was previously not on the field. The monster chases them, but it is only a blur, and I cannot make it out. Reaching the shack, they open the metal doors and rush inside. Desperately trying to close the door while the monster tries to force itself inside, most people are pulled through the gap they are trying to close. All I can see of the monster are its claws, lion-like and sharp. They are trying to pry open the door, but they are closed eventually by the remaining teenager. He turns around, tired, and sees a little girl. Whether she was in the group before, I do not know. Perhaps she was already waiting in the shack? They introduce each other, and I think the boy’s name is Nick? The girl’s name is Jenny. Hours pass by in a flash forward, and I see them sleeping against the wall, Jenny huddled up next to Nick. She keeps it to herself that she and her sister were separated when they came to this bizarre world. She wants to find her sister, but is too scared to do it by herself. She looks up and I see her face. I see her black eyes. “Dear God,” she says, “please help me find her.” Then she closes her eyes. I never catch her sister’s name. “Jenny!” Her look-alike sister calls. “Jenny, where are you?” She is looking around, searching for her sister. There is a hole, a den of an animal, where she pauses after glancing at it. I am looking at her from inside the hole, as this is the monster’s den and I am the monster. I want to go finish off the last two intruders, but I refrain. I cannot kill them yet. Now one of the intruder’s relatives is right outside my home! I cannot kill them…but I can kill her. “Jenny?” She peers into the hole with an innocent curiosity. Then I attack. I pull her into the hole and bite her in the middle. She doesn’t make a sound as I drag her deeper into my hole, bleeding. Back in the shack, Jenny opens her eyes again. “Thank you, God.” She says, neither shocked nor scared that her sister had been dragged into the den and killed. It was almost a vision or dream she had witnessed, but from the monster’s point of view. Is she connected to the monster? The next morning (?), I see Nick and Jenny in the field. They are facing the sun which is coming up over the forest. Nick is pointing towards it. “They will come in from that way.” He says, looking down at Jenny. They seem to be predicting where an attack will come from, but I am not given a single hint as to whom is attacking. And everything is brighter; the sun is very orange and bright, unlike the dusk setting of Jenny’s vision. Still, the sun seems to make the place less lonely and foreboding, and as Nick continues to point towards the sun, I wake up.

I was in a big open vehicle in a scary haunted house with a lady all dressed in black and a overweight man dressed in black trying to get me but I couldn't leave because the stairs were covered in metal spikes that would hurt my feet because I wasn't wearing shoes but then I ran up them and it didn't hurt for some reason and I jumped through boxes of pink raisin boxes through a small screen window. they put the raisin boxes there so that if one got knocked over they would know I left. But I managed to escape without knocking any over. But I don't know what happened to the rest of my family.

I only remember that my mom,dad, and nana had been in my dream. I don't know anything else except I met them individually and I was crying. I then somehow was in a friends truck in the passenger seat,but no one is driving. The car is moving on the road and I do this often in dreams. I only get in the driver's side when I need to use breaks. So I started driving this truck on a three lane area and I really have bad control of driving this truck. The roads were curvy and there was to black and white post on the far end roads. Somehow I lost control enough where I break through the metal railing and I woke up freaked out. I don't know where I went when I broke the railing.

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