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I had a dream I was walking in through a car park by a Tesco in my town (there wasn't a Tesco when I dreamt this, but Tesco have just decided to build a store in the car park I get raped in). So I'm walking past the tesco when a group of say 7 men in their early twenties come up to me and start talking to me and slightly molesting/grabbing me, I ignore them and try walk past but they grab me harder and pull me so I'm surrounded by them. They start raping me, they take my virginity and hurt me badly, I'm completely covered in bruises and grazes. A couple of people walk past me and they acknowledge it is happening by making a face as if to say 'Im sorry'. The boy I love walks past, he is my only friend everyone else has left me and he looks at me in disgust then carries on walking. Meanwhile the men carry on raping me, I'm all all bruised and bloody and no one around me cares.

I was with my best friend Erin and she took me to the flats where she lived and inside there was a massive dark room, like a dingy pub or something. Erin's elder sister worked there (apparently). There was a hatch in the far end of the room like the kind you would get your school dinner from. We went to the hatch to look for Erin's sister but she never appeared so we sat down at one of the tables and had a drink. Suddenly Joel Madden from GC appeared and he sat down for a drink. He was on his phone so we didn't approach him. Somehow I was then alone and I was walking through my home town and I was on a street called the Roddens. I saw Benji Madden approaching me and instead of going to say hello I pretended I didn't see him and I sat down on the wall of someones house. He eventually walked past me and then I jumped up and got his attention. He seemed really friendly and we chatted for a moment and then I asked him if I could get a photo with him. He kindly obliged and I got out my iPad (Ha...as if.) So I fired up instagram (as if) and then attempted to hold it backwards so we could take the photo. I struggled to find the button to press to capture the photo. I was embarrassed and apologised a few times for the delay he smiled but I could tell he was a little annoyed at me and was being polite. I tried in vain another few times but I just couldn't find the correct button to press to take the photo. Then Benji took the ipad and tried it himself, he couldn't do it either so he gave it back to me and said he had to leave.

Two short white men lying down head to head they are tied and taped up. their faces are scared, strached, bruised, beaten and bleeding. as they lye there big black panther cats are surrounding and circling them looking at them licking their tounge as if they are ready to eat them. The black cats begin to growl at prey like dogs and it seems as if they turn into dogs, They begin to eat the men, you visually see them loosing legs arms,etc.They are being devoured by the cat/dog...its a horrific scene.

Running through an airport terminal- gate 30- opened a door that lead outside into the rain and it looked as if I was opposite the school sports hall entrance, very very heavy rain/snow, ran outside with a queue of people following me with suitcases, ran along a snaking path to a collection of little huts that appeared to be floating in the air, went into hut No.6, caught sight of Imogen WJ and Beth A in the crowd of people, walked into a single room, like an Alice in Wonderland feel, all the furniture was miniature size and had rocking chair like legs on them, although the tan leather sofas were really tiny, about three people at a time could sit on them somehow- white fluffy fur rugs on the carpet, about 30 people crammed into this tiny room.

I was riding on a cargo freight train through a war-torn area, along with many others. The train was moving so slow that donkeys caring bags and suitcases could walk alongside us at matched speed. We were attacked by guerillas and those on the train with me began fighting back, shooting and pushing those attackers off that tried to jump on the train. I became overwhelmed and felt as if I didn't have the energy to keep fighting. Everything went into slow-motion, and I realized that our attackers are not carrying any weapons and are mere children (ages 10-20). In the trenches alongside the train, I see hundreds of corpses on top of corpses (as if these children were victims of a mass homicide and thrown by the train tracks). I started yelling for everyone to stop fighting these children, but they looked at me as if I were crazy, pushed me to the side, and kept battling. I jumped off the slow-moving train and saw a survivor in the trenches. Upon leaning down to help what appeared to be a severely wounded, malnourished boy of 10-13yrs, I reached to support his head and was startled at the touch of the pus and blood spilling wounds he had. As I was startled, I drew my hand back and his head fell off--only the skin had already grown over this wound, and now I had what was then a badly decomposed body in front of me. Convinced he was alive a moment before, I looked over at his head and was terrified to see that his eyes could still blink and look around--and that his mouth was still moving as if trying to moan. I tried to back up, stand up, anything to get away, but kept slipping on the other corpses. Then this boy's body attempted to stand up. I was terrified beyond belief and finally gained enough ground to stand and run. I looked back and saw his body standing, headless, and with very jerking movements, begin to walk...

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