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I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

I was talking to the man i love and I said, i start work here tomorrow. He grabbed me by the waist and roughly and his demeanor turned dark and threatening as he whispered "if you come back here you'll never be able to walk again." Somehow I interpreted this as a threat on my life and i said, "you're going to kill me?" I could sense both denial of this accusation and animosity. I ran as quickly as I could away from him and i came to an elevator and i went down it and suddenly i was outside, driving and I noticed there were speed bumps and as i looked back i could see him on a balcony with another man. The man i love was sweating profusely, sweat was dripping from his face and he ran his fingers through his hair as i drove off.

Coworker, who is a white young male, and I exchanged pleasantries, and because of that I wanted to help him and he stated don’t do that. Some paper became missing or misplaced and his friend blamed him for it, coworker replied that he did not steal the paper and the reason for his friend’s accusation was because several years ago he had taken some paper, and did not think that it was a big deal, so he did not say anything to anyone, but his friend insisted that he mention it. Therefore, the coworder ran out to his car and I ran after him, and as I came upon him I could tell that his face was red from either being embarrassed or crying, or both. Yet he was looking straight ahead, and as I began to speak with him, he turned his head and said to me in a stern voice LEAVE ME ALONE, I immediately said okay, and put down the step stool that I was carrying and left, thus waking up.

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