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I was at a desert canyon with Craig and Renee. Craig was visiting us. He went and explored farther than us. I went to go after him because i was nervous that it was dangerous. I was also wondering what my boyfriend would think, because i thought he would think i was cheating on him. I climbed down the canyon and looked up and saw this dolphin swimming in between two walls of water in the desert canyon. The dolphin was very large. Next thing i know, craig was in the water with the dolphin and i was very worried that he was going to die. I ran up to tell renee that we needed to save him. All of a sudden we were at my house. I took off my headphones and looked up and saw craig and jenna out side with me. I was studying out on my porch. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink. Craig said he really needed to go and get back. Tom then appeared and i was worried that he was going to tell Andy that i was with Craig. I saw the colors tan, blue, grey, and green. After craig left, andy came and was sad about something. I was worried that Tom told andy.

I'm at a big club-type party with my best friend K. The party is an event that's going through town, not one of the local clubs. It's in a western-style building with an L-shaped staircase. Most of the party is on the main level, I don't go upstairs. A dark-haired man catches my eye through a crowd. Later, that same man has me pinned to the floor and is attacking me violently. I'm terrified and confused, as I don't understand the reason for the attack but I know it's me specifically he's after. Later, I'm walking up a large, broad, off-white marble staircase with K, leading to a patio-type area on the front of a building. It reminds me of something I've seen in movies, there's definitely nothing like it in the city where I live. On the patio area there are tables, also off-white marble. We are going to an art class, and I am looking forward to it. There is modeling clay on the tables, but we have cameras and are going off to take photos. I have my ex- boyfriend 's camera (that I used to borrow when he got a better one and was teaching me photography). He is there and sees me with the camera, but we don't interact. Later, I go back to where the party was with K to look for clues, possibly as to a reason for the attack. I'm feeling traumatised. I'm terrified and upset and wondering if I will ever feel normal again after being attacked. I recall wondering if it's anything like what my friend felt after being sexually assaulted. At some point as we look around the club, I am descending the L-shaped staircase after finding nothing upstairs. We go into a small room to look around. The room is well-lit with natural light and is all painted off-white. There is a table in the middle. The room is familiar somehow. As we're looking through the room, the teacher from our art class walks by. We don't think anything of it until we go to leave the room and find that the door is locked from the outside. It's an old door, painted off-white like the rest of the room. The top half of the door contains a large, undivided window. A boy about our age who has been in the room the whole time but only comes to my attention now breaks the window and suggests we climb out through it. Only the lower half of the window breaks. K looks at him like he's stupid, reaches through the broken window and unlocks the door. I woke up shaking violently and afraid to go back to sleep. All through the dream I was terrified and felt like I was in danger. Extreme paranoia throughout.

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...

A man moved in next door to my families house and began kidnapping people. I was someone he kidnapped whom he took a keen interest in. I had a room with a bed and a TV but it had bars as the door. When i was in my room he would beat the others he kidnapped right outside of my room. If i would look at him while he did this, or if i were to say anything to him he would cut the tips of my fingers off. My sister was kidnapped as well and i watched as she got beat, and i yelled at him for it. After that he cut my finger tips off and i could see the blood coming from my fingers. He would allow me to roam around outside and i had my dog with me, that was the only thing that kept me happy. My parents came to rescue me but i told them i couldn't go because then i couldn't help the others get out. Instead of taking both me and the dog home they just took the dog away from me.

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