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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".

On the first day, I'm walking along

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. 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".

I'm pregnant currently and dreamed that I

I'm pregnant currently and dreamed that I was in an old-styled boxing ring. I'm in the left corner and very angry with whomever was in the right corner but they are invisible. Then, my baby appears in the center of the ring. Then, this black cloaked creature floats down and hovers over my baby. Then, it reaches out with long, boney fingers and long, pointed fingernails and touches my baby on the cheek. Then, it turns it's head toward me. It's skin was flesh-toned, wrinkly, bumby, and wet looking. It said "It's a girl." I felt no malice from it toward me or toward my baby but I felt like it was something that was supposed to be evil but for some reason wasn't for me and my baby. As soon as it said this, any fear I had for it and anger I had for the invisible person in the right corner faded away and all I felt was joy for my new baby girl. Then, I woke up feeling uneasy.

I am in a building that reminds

I am in a building that reminds me of an office or a police building and I am talking to someone about making food. I start gathering the supplies I will need but cannot locate a stock pot I walk through a door and there is what appears to be a line for washing dishes with a pile at the end of a pseudo conveyor belt and a shower head type of nozzle spraying liquid down onto a pair of plates the only doorway I see is through the shower sprayer so I turn it off and grab a few plates and set them down on the "lunch-line" style counter on the other side. then I realize that the plates are still dirty and that instead of turning off the shower it is spraying onto the tile floor. I put the plates back as I climb through the same window/door that I came in through but there is a person doing the dishes now I apologize to them and hand them the plates and keep looking for the stock pot.I find it and grab it it is one of the blue ceramic covered pots. I walk through a door and suddenly I am in a mall with the pot I know that I am running late and I need to open my chilli shop and I am walking down massive corridor of shops looking at signs trying to find "my" shop. the same scene I s played again but this time I am jogging. I realize that there is a person following me so am now trying to avoid him while looking for my shop dipping through the food court and I keep going from the left "isle" to the right. this new scene is they played again with me jogging away but this time I knock someone over in the food court and I knock over a trash can. I walk/run into a random store. I am no longer holding the chilli pot I am in a giant "home depot" and I am searching for something but I do not know what the man is still following me but not with malice like in the last section I am silently trying to avoid him while more imperatively trying to find the part I need suddenly he starts running and so do I down an isle then down another we are then on the "main" isle and he is not behind me he is running directly beside me his this section of running down the main isle replays four times the first time with him looking straight forward, the second with him looking straight at me with eyes that are pitch black and black teeth in what can only be described as a devils grin and reaches out for me. the third he is looking forward again but I do not feel malice towards him, and th the last one he is running like he is running for his life looking up and obviously afraid of what he sees. a person starts yelling "nick o my god come back look at the ceiling o my god come back" as they are yelling this I look to where the man was looking and notice that they have three vehicles that look like palate jacks rushing to hold up the ceiling I am no longer aware of the man following me I see that the roof looks like it is collapsing but instead of running back the way I came I run as fast as I can down the isle and through the glass doors that lead to a parking-lot with a large loading dock overhang I here people screaming and loud crashes and when I look to my left there is a semi trailer being pulled into the air by a beam that is barely visible. sections of the roof and people are being pulled into the air and dissappear into a low cloud bank as I am running cars near me start doing the same thing they start getting pulled into the air and vanish from my mind as they do so. I realize that being in open ground is a bad idea so I run towards the awning to get underneath something there is a black gentleman sitting on a bench who apparently does not know what is going on I tell him to look behind him and he is startled but not panicking he starts talking to me about what we can do and as he asks the awning comes off but neither of us get pulled up I feed like I am starting to be lifted but I run over to a pair of trees no more that six or seven feet tall and wrap the trunks around my arms I feel myself being pulled but the roots don’t give out an I am not lifted then I stop being pulled and ants come out from under the trees I let them go and I realize that the loud humming I had heard before was gone (I had not heard it but this is the feeling that I had) the black gentleman and I go into the "home depot" to look for supplies I don’t see I only see one other person there and he is looking a product on a shelf like nothing happened but there are shelves knocked over everywhere and debris covers the floor. he walks over to a rack with backpacks while I am explaining that we will need to make weapons and shelter and food and start laying out a plan of how we will get "them" back (aliens I suppose but this is more of an unsure feeling at the time possible invaders from a different country etc) I start telling him what to grab and I walk up to him apologize if what I ask sounds racist and ask him if he knows what non perishable means he says he understands and that he does know what it means he tells me I am satisfied he then says "wait I know who you are. you are Nicholas James Booth" I stop momentarily and turn he says" you know my girlfriend she says that you are the only person that will be able to stop "them"" I laugh and tell him he is overestimating me. (not objecting to the wrong last name thought I knew it was wrong) and I start telling him a list of provisions that we will need and how much food to put in the packs. suddenly his "girlfriend" is sitting in a shopping cart staring at us and my reactions is to say "make that three backpacks" he grabs another one and we continue I am looking at various supplies and selecting the ones we will need(micro fishing rods , fire starters, tarps, tents, axes, knives, lumber for bows, camp stove fuel) it was in the middle of the selection process that I woke up.