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I was at a summer camp and the camp director told us to do jumping jacks and we did. Then we were on these stairs outside and suddenly Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran started playing, and one of the boys in my group stopped on the stairs and just sat there mesmerized by the song. Everyone continued walking down the stairs and we entered a forest, I don't know why we were there but we were in a forest and there were cars and cabins there. I was very creeped out so I tried to leave, but when I did thorn-like things blocked the exit and a boy told me I had to stay loyal and help them look for a missing kid. So I walked around the forest and looked up at a cabin where I saw a shadow of a kid, it looked like he had a gun, he shot himself. I quickly walked away because I didn't want to believe it. I was about to as a supervisor how to exit the forest when two kids carried the corpse of the kid who shot himself. They lifted the sheet and there was a skeleton, and the skeleton was wearing a religious scarf on his head.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

I had a dream I was sitting in church very cuddly with my boyfriend and there was a seat next to me that was empty and in the seat next to that sat my boyfriend s mother. I have not met her yet, my boyfriend is Christian I'm not religious. Then she tells me instead of getting all cuddled up with my son come and sit next to me, she actually seems to like me but I am so ashamed and angry that my boyfriend did not even introduce me and tell me that is his mother. Later we have an argument about something and I draw up a chart explaining why we should be in an open relationship. Now the thing is neither of us would ever want that, we both are the extreme monogamist types. But he says yes even though I want him to say no...

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