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Sara, Dan, Ryan, Sean, and I all lived in cabins behind my house. One night my parents went out to the movies and for some reason we all went to explore the woods. We went to this tree house, my dad had taken me there before. He told me that there was a man that lived there and if anyone went to explore the tree house he would capture them and torture them. When we got to the tree house I had remembered what my Dad told me, I told everyone we needed to leave. No one wanted to listen to me, until I started freaking out and got everyone to agree to leave. They called me annoying and left with me, expect for Ryan. Ryan stayed and explored the tree house. We were about 10 ft away when we heard the guy capture Ryan with a chain that had a circle of barbed wire at the end of it that went around Ryan’s neck. We wanted to help Ryan but he insisted we left him. So we started running and there was another trap set up a little ways ahead. It was a giant hole with a Venus fly trap like trap in the middle. We all had to jump it, so we took one giant leap and we all made it except for Sean. But luckily he slid under the trap, and it didn’t go off. So he crawled carefully back up the hole and we continued to run back to the cabins. When we got back my parents were back from the movies, and for some reason we didn’t tell them Ryan was in trouble. So we went to school the next day and still didn’t tell anyone about Ryan, except for two people. People just thought he was skipping school, and we all thought he was dead. So at lunch we were talking and Ryan walks in and sits down. Sara goes “What the hell happened?” And Ryan said he escaped by pulling the trap over his head and cutting up his face. You could see the scars on his neck (Somehow they were already healed) and then I woke up.

I went home from college for a weekend to visit. Saw my ex- boyfriend who I haven't spoken to in over 8 months. He tries to kiss me and I laugh, saying we are just friends. He laughs and brushes it off. We hangout in the street outside his house and my old house. He gets up and looks at me, but speaks as if he is talking in front of a crowd. He says the girl that has his heart is from Cocoa Beach but lives in Tampa. (Where I live). He is referring to me and looks at me with a smile. He then says "She hates me but she loves me. She has my heart". He is talking about me. We hug and I tell him "I'm so happy I have my best friend back". He tells me he is happy too. Then I start to walk away (wearing the same clothes I went to bed in last night). He says "wait" and we start slow dancing. I lay my head on his shoulder and I can smell his cologne. The cologne he wore when we were dating over two years ago. My hand is around the back of his neck and I can feel his thick soft hair. He puts his head on mine and we dance in the street for a short while. The I have to go and I woke up.

I was at my grandmothers house and the power got cut and my grandma was screaming and saying how something was out to get us, so i tried to blocade the door, but it got knocked down and it was a large man with some kind of scary mask, and he had a very large knife, but just then my father showed up and tried to save me but either he gets killed or pushed down, but i had been hiding behind a matress and when the man came in he stared at me and killed my grandmother and then i tried to protect myself but then he stabed me in the neck and i wake up

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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