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I dreamed that as I was look on at mirror in the bathroom, it felt like I was in bed sitting up looking at it, there was a blonde hair boy dressed in all blue, he must have been 2 years old or younger, had the bluest eyes, and was hanging upside down in the mirror staring at me, and the state, was just pure evil. I was scared. I knew in my dream it was evil, I didn't even want to look but I wondered why was he staring at me like this.... I could sense the evil, feel the evil to core of my soul....when I woke up, still pretty unnerved by it...what does this mean??

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I've had this same dream twice in a night ( 21/3/16). The first dream was sad and the second turned out happy. In the first dream, I was close friends with this boy( I don't know who he is) and we're both 15/16 years old( I'm 15 right now turning 16 in august). The boy has dirty blond hair, muscular arms ( that's all I know of this boy as I have never seen him before)We had just become friends but it felt like we liked eachother but we're to scared to admit it. This boy told me that when he was a little boy he use to get abused by his dad but one day his dad just left. So one day I was at my house with my family and the boy came running to my house and told me his dad was back and after him. We didn't tell my family so when his dad came to the door they let him in and he explained that he was the boys dad. My family left the house to give the boy and his dad privacy but I stayed. The dad had started to abuse the boy again but I stepped in and took the beating meant for the boy. After the dad was done, he left and the boy took me upstairs, cared for my injuries and we both lay in bed side by side. The boy wouldn't stop crying because he felt bad that I took the beating but I reassured him I was fine and would do that again if I had to. The boy still felt sad and blamed him self so he took his life and I couldn't save him. I saved him once from his dad but I couldn't save him then. In the second dream that I had the same night, everything happend the way it happened in the first dream. Me and the boy are friends, he told me he use to get abused, his dad went away, the boy comes to my house because his dad's back. But for some reason I knew what would happen if someone in my family opened the door , so I told my family not to open the door if somone knocks. His dad came to my house, knocked on the door , but no one opened the door. The dad went away after knocking a couple times and I saved the boy from getting abused again. I saved the boy from taking his life. When I woke up, I felt really sad because I remembered that in the first dream the boy took his life because of me. The thought of this is eating me up and I feel like crying due to that, even though I did save him in the second dream. The dream is all I'm thinking about and the boy even though I don't know who he is. These dreams did happen on the same night right after eachother

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Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

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We wer asleep in my bedroom my boyfriend heard a noise in closet so he walked iver to closet an something started pulling him up an as he was being pulled up he kicked off red an white tennis shoes he thre away bout a month ago an I could see a brownleg walking in attic an then there was a man in bed with me that looked just like my boyfriend an I asked him what happened he said they were taking him an did an my son came in an kicked him because he bent over in front of him

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I dreamt that we were going on our honeymoon and for some reason we were going to the Middle East. After we got to where we were staying I tried to get you to come on to bed and you refused to and acted like you were angry with me. You just wanted to leave and not talk to me. We had an argument that left me crying and you pushed me into our bedroom and ran downstairs before I could get up and I was screaming your name. I eventually went downstairs and the girl who was staying in a different part of the place was in the kitchen on the phone and told me where you were going. I went to step out the door and I heard her get back on the phone and tell you that she lied to me about where you were and that you were now safe to go to the other place you were going to, but I don't remember what it was called. I walked out and was standing across from the building that you were in when you came out in different clothes and you pulled the hood of your hoodie down over your head and started walking until you saw me and started running. I was running after you and was 2-3 steps behind you the entire time until we got to the building you were going to and I was able to catch you when you went to open the door. I grabbed your arm, spun you around, and kissed you and begged you to come back with me. We went back and finally got in bed and I didn't go to sleep until after I was sure you were out of it so that you wouldn't take off and then I woke up

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