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I met a woman who was working in a club, entertaining men. She gave me a date pass so that we could be together. When it was over and the club was closing, the owner ushered the women upstairs like cattle, which made me very angry that he would treat them like that. The one I had a date with came back to me without the owner knowing and said he was upset when she told him that "she found a man, now I am respectable. Once I left I couldn't get back to her no matter how hard I tried, which left me feeling desperate and very depressed.

I dreamed I was in bed and my girlfriend was in my house. I called her and she said didn't reply. I thought she was in the bathroom so I respected that as she likes quiet time in the bathroom. But I know she is at home. She was a long time so I went into the kitchen. All in the dream. Nightmare. Then I saw her next to a dark wood sideboard next to her in the bathroom and she had hung herself. I tried to stop her and tried to pick her up while I cut the noose, the rope which she hung off, holding her up so she didnt hung but I couldnt do a thing it made no difference so I had to l run quickly and I got the Stanley knife very quickly and tried to cut the rope but it would not cut the rope. I failed. Then I woke up and I had to check if it was real or not and it stayed the same until I got a text from her and only then I know that she was okay.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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