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So i was in the livingroom and i heard somebody walk into the house so i walked that way and what looked like a man was carrying to huge black trash bags into the kitchen. He turned around dropped the bags and grabbed a knife when he seen me. He walked towards me and tried to stab me so i pushed him off and ran out the door and locked it behind me. I ran and ran and he followed chasing me the whole time. I tripped and fell and he grabbed me by foot and I woke up.

I dreamed that I visited a legoland theme park with members of a youth cult that I was traveling with. It must have been in California cause the weather was nice. They had a new zombie section where you could dress up in Legos and look like a zombie. I was really proud of the way I looked and kept trying to take a selfie with the Lego sign behind me, to use as my FB picture come Halloween, but the zombie parade kept coming by and I couldn't get a clear shot. I thought, "I wonder if all these kids who work at legoland go to school or is this a full time job." Then I realized that the reason I couldn't get a good selfie pic was because my phone was full of pics I had secretly taken the night before of the cult performing their cult antics around the campfire. But I really wanted that selfie. While I was busy deleting pics from my phone, all the other cult members moved on and I got separated from them. I missed the bus. I was walking back thru the Olde English Village section thinking now what do I do? I saw an office with somebody sitting in it. They were reading manually labeled "Military and Other Special Guests." I was afraid to ask their help because I was no military. But I was special. I still had on the zombie Legos and didn't know where to go or what to do. I felt lonely and tired.

I dreamed that I was inside a library or some kind of public building where they had forgotten to take down the Christmas decorations and that had a major malfunction and all the maintenance peeps were running around dismantling things and trying to fix the problem. It was hot in there and there was an auditorium and I was under the stage looking out and I thought "They shoulda made this bigger for traveling shows." And then all of the sudden I found myself at an outdoor Indian history experience. It was real hilly and muddy and you could walk along a trail and read interpretative displays about Native American live. And my old boss from the AJC was there (I'm pretty sure) and she was going to take us all out to eat a Mexican dinner. But we had to wait for them to fix the problem. So I waited and walked around reading the history displays and before I knew it the others had left and I was there by myself. I asked "what about lunch?" And somebody said, "We couldn't find you so they left and nobody was hungry anyways." But I was still hungry and it made me kinda mad and my feelings were hurt. I walked out to the parking area which was a big muddy hill and there were only two cars left and I didn't recognize mine, but there was one parked way over by the Dairy Queen that could have been mine. I wasn't sure but drove away in it anyways

I wind up walking down a road with a man and a woman on my left and right. We're outside but on the bend of the road on the left side is like a dissected house. In the dissected house is a black silhouette of what is my child and I know it's my child. He comes into clear vision still on top of the dresser and says something. He has pale flesh, black hair, and black eyes. From there I grab him and than begin gouging his eyes out with both thumbs pressing into his eye sockets. Next I remember wrapping my hands around his ankles and I was going to slam his body against the ground to try and kill him for he was an evil child, almost like the antichrist. Before I could slam him into the road he screamed "give me back my eyes, give me back my ears!" and popped up with my hands still around his ankles and finished the dream off with going after my throat.

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