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I was saving s blonde girl. We made it to s cave with water the water flowed one way. I hade to get her and I to a raft. The raft was infaleted but the top would only inflate with my palm print. The girl and I were being chased by wolves. She got in and I began to push and direct us to the only exit. When we got the current of the tunnel I climbed in and used my palm to inflate the hood of the raft. 1 wolf followed and came in through the top. I quickly grabbed the wolf by the neck before it bit the girl. We wrestled for few I punched it a couple of times then snapped its neck.

I was on a beautiful island. We were visiting a school. Before I knew it, we saw a tornado forming in the distance. I realized Erica was not on the island with me, so I called her and begged her to come. To protect us we all ran into a bathroom and sat on the floor. We stayed there as the tornado hit. Shortly after the tornado hit, it started to flood. I remembered feeling sad, scared and angry that Erica was not with me. We sat in the flood water for a while. Then Erica shows up. As we wait in the bathroom, we look out the window and realize a volcano is about to erupt. Erica and I hold hands and go under the water as the lava rushes over us. I was sure we would die, but we did not die. After everything cleared, we walked around the destroyed island.

1. huge house with hidden passage that i managed to find while browsing on my own. 2. the nearest passage is through the 2 windows that are put closed together.. 3. i have dream t this for several times 4. most of it i did not managed to escape 5. the owner of the house is a adult men and women that looks decent and respectable 6. the house surrounding place is different once i managed to get out from the house. 7. high fences and high security 8. the first encounter, i was with someone. only two of us 9. the recent encounter, there is tello, aca, epi, bob, and bob mention khyel even though i did not see khyrel 10. the last memory that i had is, bob letting himself hang in between the divider of the stairs, someone and i try to pull bob from falling and letting him falls on the guy that can spit blood and the blood turns into an eel. i was attacked by the guy ( he looks decent and weird in personality, didn't talk much, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, short hair, and somewhat familiar face) I've being fighting with him to stop him from doing what he's doing, i'm throwing something at him and he did too. i managed to let him fall under the stairs, and suddenly a plastic bucket with a size of rectangular basin swinging from my left and fell on the ground, he came and hug me from behind and try to push me downstairs with him, i pray to god and the only parts of my body that hold me from going downstairs with him is the tip of my toes that i grip on the vertical stairs divider. i continue to pray, and i gain strength, and i woke up. 11. there's a room that full with stuff that i managed to break into 12. the part that i managed to escape by climbing the fences, i have to run in crop circle before i find people. 13. i rent the house with others (mostly i know)

People: Khadijah, Rich, Sean, Cinnamon, Pastor, Grandmother, my kids It was like a concert or a play. We were trying to see for some reason the security staff was rather rude to us. We tried moving to another seat but they were not happy about us moving. Then the scene moved to a long table with Pastor talking. The table contained stuff / food on it. It was 3 peopel at the table. Then Pastor turned it over to 1 person to speak. Then his wife got up and spoke and said that we hope that you enjoy what we bought. I was so irritated because nobody could get to the food on the table. They would not move. Then I saw my grandmother and I felt peace. She did not say anything she was just there. I felt peace and nothing else

I am at a house party and mingling, the house seems to be 2-3 stories tall. i look over and notice a girl who seems to be emotionely upset. i find out what it is and go beat up the guy who made her upset. i return and try to make her feel better. i look down and say so son what level of power should i be at and he says supersayian 3. after i power up i go fight these two random guys who are sparring with each other. i win the fight with just three fingers. afther that in one part of the room there is a machine that analyzis your body and projects a animated form of anime. i look like a anime character and am hugging her and holding her. then she runs off after about two hours i finally find her. i walk up a set of stairs in a narrow way. i go in the room and she is sitting with her friends. one of them has a needle with lime green stuff inside and says don't move. fast as i can i snatch it out of his hands. i look over and she has injected herself and said don't worry i used to do this all the time. the spot in which she injected herself i squeze until the stuff oozes out and say i don't think so. t gently give her a light slap tap on her face and say if you have a problem lets talk because i like to listen to people and help them. later on that night her friends start playing a game she asks me if i want to play to. i start playing and though it is only 10 of us playing at one time i only saw my character. a guy goes by me in slow motion and flips onto another board because it is a skate game. the women start to join in and everybody begins to fight each other. i ask why are we doing this in the video game. one guys said that the punches are not normal. before i can ask why i get punched and fly back about ten feet. after the game we start to watch a movie. i am sitting next ot her and get up and go use the bathroom. once i return i see her talking to one of her friends who is female i see a small opening and sit between the. hfer friend who is a female looks at me and says really jokingly. i retun the sarcastic remark and say i am allowed she is my gilrfriend. i look over and notice that she has scooted down on the couch. i am sitting directly in front of the scrren in which the movie is playing. i say to her that if she wants a better seat to come sit here and pat my lap. she scoots further down and tells me to come there next to her by jesturing her finger. my eyes say really and her eyes say yes. i get up and sit next to her and wake up.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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