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I was walking downtown and was stopped by what looked to be a Arabian or Iraqi man who was trying to direct me across the busy intersection. As I looked past the man, I saw another Iraqi/Arabian man pull out a medium machine gun and began to shoot at all the pedestrians. I dropped down on the pavement to protect myself but was shot in the back of the head once, and then repeatedly in the back. I felt these shots but remained alive in my dream until I awoke in heavy tears and cold sweats. I knew where I was when I was shot (intersections).

I was shopping with a friend when we stopped at a food stand on the side of the road. I went in what from the outside looked like a feed house. When I walked in it was a three story house. The top floor which I came in had holes and you could see the other floors. I went down stairs to find three babies sweating from the summer heat and no ac. They were on a bed and were rolling off. I kept picking them up and putting them back on the bed. Finally one of the ladies who runs the stand came in and turned on another light. I told her it was too hot for the babies and they were rolling off the bed. I told her to turn the light off of them. She explained the light was from some ladies and they wouldn't like it if we took it down. The babies finally went back to sleep .

I wake up and start to leave my house. It is the middle of the night and I am walking out to my car. I turn around because I hear my mom yelling to me for help. I am staring at her and can't move. I am resistant to my own body and when I try to go help her, I move toward my car instead. Next thing I know, I am driving on an open road at night in the rain with trees along both sides of me for miles. A young girl, reaching out or my help and crying is suddenly in front of my car and I can't stop driving. I run her over. 10 minutes later, she is in front of the car again. I CAN'T STOP DRIVING. I am crying and in pain. The pain is growing every time that I hit her and I am crying hysterically. Then the next thing I know, I am awake, sweating and crying.

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

I was in a police bureau with a policeman as bodyguard, then some 'demons' (weird masked mans) came to me via the roof, i was scared and i wanted to run away but the police man said:'sorry you cant leave this building now'. so jumped into a cistern to hide, the police man warned the demons with: 'don't come any closer or i will shoot!' but the demons didn't listen and they walked towards me, (knowing that they saw me there) i runned to a pillar and hided behind it, the policeman was in panic and gave me a gun (he still had his own), the demons broke the windows with explosions. in an in a fraction of a second: there were a lot of explosions and flying bullets, the agent shot a few times and died, then i started to shoot at them but they killed me before i pulled the trigger. i woke up with sweat all over my body

This was no good dream it was a nightmare when i moved in my new house the very first night i had a dream and it went like this(a clown car pulled up in my drive way and seven clowns came out and somehow they unlocked three locks on my front door and i sleep up stairs and i heard a noise kinda like a muffed scream and i snuck down stairs and ..oh i forgot i have two brothers all right back to the story and i looked around the corner to see what the noise was i saw one clown juggling my mom and dads heads and two of the others where throwing my two brothers like footballs)then i woke up sweating but i do not know where the other four clowns went .the end TRUE DREAM

I rear ended a man in his car. a white female cop arrived and asked for my identification. I was being difficult about giving it to her and I ran away from her. she chased me as I ran down the street. I kept looking for a brick wall as an escape to get over to the next block in the neighborhood. I reached the end of the street where a big fence of rod iron that were square shaped like a grid. I turned back around and ran don the street when I seen a black Rottweiler charging me. I looked to my right and seen a brick wall that I could jump on and get away from the dog. he barked and leaped at my feet. I pulled out my gun aiming it at the dog when the female cop arrived shouting don't do it. she hid behind the block wall as I could only see the top of her head. the dog kept jumping at me so I shot the dog then aimed my gun towards her cop car and shot at it. I jumped down from the wall and ran across the street to jump another wall which lead me to the next block. I ran own the street to a friends house. eric opened the door for me and asked me bro whats going on everyone is talking about you in the neighborhood? I said that's weird because I only told you about what just happened. eric said well Mario told me what happened. we went into his room where I kneeled down on both knees sweating from running. I took my shirt off and went to the bathroom to rinse off my face. after I finished in the bathroom I went back into erics room where he had a bag full of handguns loaded. he looked at me and said don't worry bro we wont let them get to you. I couldn't believe what I had just done I knew at that point I made a mistake and I was going to prison if they caught me. I looked at eric and told him im going to give them what they want but the cops aren't going to take me in. we walked outside to the front yard with the guns then I woke up sweating

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