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I'm in an old scary house by
I'm in an old scary house by myself, and it's in black and white. I go upstairs and I hear a man's voice calling my name from the basement. I go downstairs to look and see that it's a man that I know. He calls my name again but his voice is changed, and he starts chasing me. I run back upstairs and try to leave the house but I can't get out, and he catches me and grabs my arm really harshly.
I was driving a convertible with a
I was driving a convertible with a friend named H in the passenger seat leaving the school parking lot and B started running after us and jumped in the back of the convertible and told me to drive faster because T was chasing him and then i drove a little bit more and i looked in my back seat and T was sitting in the back seat with B. then drove to the hockey rink and let them out and they slipped on the ice when getting out of the car and they sat there and cried.
I was diving a convertible with a
I was diving a convertible with a friend named H in the passenger seat leaving the school parking lot and B started running after us and jumped in the back of the convertible and told me to drive faster because T was chasing him and then i drove a little bit more and i looked in my back seat and T was sitting in the back seat with B. then drove to the hockey rink and let them out and they slipped on the ice when getting out of the car and they sat there and cried.
im lost in the woods and granny
A big brown dog is chasing me
I had a dream that there was
We where sitting in the gym at
We where sitting in the gym at an athletic event at the school and a grizzly bear the size of an elephant breaks into the school and is chasing everyone trying to get to me and I feel as if I am trapped but then finally I run outside and start to get away but I could not find my family anywhere because they were stuck in the dream
I crab chasing me with lasers shooting
dreaming that someone is chasing you to
On the first day, I'm walking along
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".