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I was in an underground bunker with the President as one of his security advisers. I left the bunker and went outside. Outside the bunker was a beach and a giant ocean. It was a beautiful night with the stars shining and this extremely stealthy all black GIANT scorpion (think transformers, maybe even bigger) rose from the ocean with bright white eyes and a tail that was shooting energy blasts. It was attacking the bunker but not me. I didn't get the feeling it was trying to attack me and I was not scared. Then I woke up.

I was driving and someone Tboned me, but their car flipped and a child fell out, the car was about to fall on the child so I ran out and grabbed her out of the way. Then I remember holding her and she looked like me very angry. Then I turned around and saw my father with a knife trying to kill me, I dropped the child that looked like me and I started to run home. as I came home my mom was hitting me with her fists saying that I deserved getting raped ( like she used to) and all I remember was seeing my crotch area like bleeding so much. I like hit her and she disappeared. I went to get my brother but he was missing, then my dad came home and like I forgot the rest but I know I killed my mother and left her in the closet with a knife in her neck and I pushed my father back into a poll where a long nail was sticking out and it went through the back of his head and out of his mouth. So I went searching for my brother but I kept seeing that little girl at the corner of my eye. I finally found him walking out of his room like in a trance he didn't awknologe anything but my mother did the same with the knife still in her neck verbally attacking me. all I remember after was trying to get out of the house, I opened the door and my dad was there with a knife aiming at my chest.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

In a house with Mark and a bunch of other people, enjoying some sort of gathering when all of a sudden the furniture started moving on its own. I said, did you see that then finally some people saw the furniture move. Also a sheet of plastic started to attack or try to talk or communicate with me you could see the outline of a mouth and face on it I kept throwing it off of me and finally it left me alone Mark and I were also sitting on a rock and we were talking and holding one another and kissing one another very tenderly and passionately also I feel the presence of a ghost or spirit

In a house with Mark and a bunch of other people, enjoying some sort of gathering when all of a sudden the furniture started moving on its own. I said, did you see that then finally some people saw the furniture move. Also a sheet of plastic started to attack or try to talk or communicate with me you could see the outline of a mouth and face on it I kept throwing it off of me and finally it left me alone Mark and I were also sitting on a rock and we were talking and holding one another and kissing one another very tenderly and passionately

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