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I was skiing with my family and another family which were very close to us but I can't remember which family. We came to a massive slope and there were loads of people doing flips and tricks and then the other family went down and got to the top and the rest of my family but when I got to the bottom I had to walk up the hill. When i was at the top we suddenly weren't skiing anymore and we were walking along the snow by the side of a river, unfrozen. In the river were dead skeletons. I was holding my fathers hand as we walked by the river.

I was at my grandmothers house and the power got cut and my grandma was screaming and saying how something was out to get us, so i tried to blocade the door, but it got knocked down and it was a large man with some kind of scary mask, and he had a very large knife, but just then my father showed up and tried to save me but either he gets killed or pushed down, but i had been hiding behind a matress and when the man came in he stared at me and killed my grandmother and then i tried to protect myself but then he stabed me in the neck and i wake up

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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