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This seemed to be loosely based off

This seemed to be loosely based off of Caroline and a circus, it also felt like I had been here before either in a dream before or it was just a random memory from this dream. Basically I was running literally for my life through this puzzle. Certain rooms include crossing a bridge with a huge drop underneath, a long maze hallway with light twitching, tree house like rope course which things would fall apart as you went. While going through these rooms a woman was chasing me. I finally found the final room and I ran inside. I remember the room being filled with lots of colors, the walls went from blues, purples, pinks, yellows, and more with designs like spirals, dots, zig zags. On the ground were a bunch of pillows matching parts of the wall and there were a couple of mirrors around me. I actually knew what would happen next, again as if I’ve done this before. Then the girl appeared in the room holding a butcher knife. I remember a conversation we had but not exactly what we said. It was about the fact that this was the final room for me to do and the girl would give me a puzzle, since I've done this before I think I had either known I couldn’t beat the puzzle or I was too tired/ lazy to do it. So instead I decided to annoy the girl so maybe she’d just let me go. She ended up getting really really mad at me and took the knife and sliced it in between my left shoulder and neck. I didn’t wake up immediately though. The person pushed the knife into me further. It didn’t hurt, I even remember these exact words in my mind “Why doesn’t it hurt?” Yet I was still wincing in pain. After the knife was pushed down to my stomach I finally woke up.

This was dream was unusually vivid. I

This was dream was unusually vivid. I saw a terrified look on my daughter's face as she looked behind me. I turned to see what she was looking at and there was a tsunami, vivid light blue with bright white foam at the top, maybe 30 feet tall and 30 yards away. I turned my back to it and she did the same. She grasped my hand and I was touched that she wanted us to go through this together. I had a shoulder back that I tightened onto my shoulder. Then I awoke.

I'm walking along an entry road leading

I'm walking along an entry road leading to a large graveled drive of a disused farm. The main house appears to be in good condition unlike the nearby wooden barn which is in such disrepair that the horizontal beams forming the walls have deteriorated and fallen apart leaving big holes. As I'm standing on the doorstep of the main building I look over my right shoulder to find my ever positive friend applying a new coat of wood protection despite the condition of the barn itself. I see her efforts as wasted as she'd need to rebuild the barn anyway. Behind the barn is a small bare earth area with three cages used as animal pens. Their size resembles the fit of a person standing up although not quite tall enough. Their doors are left open and the flooring is covered by a soft layer of straw. Realizing I'm walking barefoot and the straw looking warm and soft I consider stepping inside one but change my mind upon seeing small pellets of animal excrement inside.

So I was by an ocean and

So I was by an ocean and emery came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders but his hands were sweaty so i told him to take his hands of of me and then he was like Kaeli u know how i feel about u . Then we were getting on a bus to the ocean but emery wasn't on it and i was looking for my best friend Alex to tell her what happened and but I could see her in a line outside the bus but she didn't see me so i tried to get off but the bus left already then we came to a like beach but like where u put in boats at the boat ramp thing and we went in the water and picked gross stuff out of the water and then chase came up to me and said emery is going to ask u out .

I saw an old man with long

I saw an old man with long white hair and a long white beard in the clouds of the sky ,at 1st I thought he was a prophet/deciple but then felt he was a wizard he had a mischevious look in his eyes and was looking down at me ,below his cloud was a small brook and a little trinkeling waterfall he guesterd at the brook and then moistened with his hand for me to go into this water ,I said I cannot get up there ,I dont fly ,and he stepped away I waited to see if he returned which he did and had 2 more men with him hhe and 1 of the men ,each held a bucket the other had a scroll and an inkpen,the man tipped his bucket and poured water into the brook and it suddenly turned into a ocean of water and the waterfall became a large rushing waterfall that spilled into the ocean,it was at this point I heard a couple of people gasp and a little kids voice say look we are standing in water ,whered it come from,i looked down at my feet and the water was past my ankles.i looked back up and was pointing upward so the people would see what was up there then the 2nd man with the pail tipped his bucket and also poured it into the ocean which rose even higher and the waves were huge the current was flowing as if a a wild blowing wind of a storm was causing it to become a raging one ,I waved both my arms up to the men and Hollard stop ,god promised no moreflooding the earth the man laughed and said something to the other two men ,the man with the scroll and pen wrote something and as soon as he lifted the scroll up and out the words leaped into the sky and spelled swim ,I shook my head no and said I dont know how to swim the man shrugged his shoulders and tipped his bucket and poured it out again and now the water was up past my waist ,the little kid grabbed ahold of me with a terrified look on his face he went under the water ,as it was up higher than he stood ,I pulled on him and and upward and he came up to the surface ,I quickly pulled him to me and he got up onto my shoulders I heard someone scream stop what are you doing up there ,this isnt funny ,and who are you the man just pointed at us laughing the mann with the scroll wrote again and it said learn to swim ,pray for mercey,or drowned its your choice I was now panicing and out of the corner of my eye ,behind me stood a large tall hill and the mand tipped his bucket to pour out into the water ,I began running up the hill with the boy on my shoulders ,when I got to the top and looked up the ocean became a gigantic waterfall pouring down onto the earth and where we had stood down there,was an ocean raging as id seen it doing in the sky again I screamed stop ,in gods name I demand you to get behind thee ,now and wait for him to judge you but there was only the man with the scroll standing up there then I saw the other 2 men return carrying fishing poles when one of them handed him a pole he dropped the scroll and as it decended downward a lighting bolt flashed and it caught on fire the 3 men casted their lines down into the raging water and it continued to rise ,and I woke up

"Our fans, I understand your disappointment. We're

"Our fans, I understand your disappointment. We're right there with you," McCarthy said. Later, he added, "We're going to create another opportunity to build the best football team that we can in 2015, and we're going to go for it." It was also a glimpse at how Wholesale Jerseys For Sale effective this defense could be. "(He) asked me if I was OK, put his hand on my shoulder, Babe Ruth Jersey told me he'd been through this death thing before," she said, adding that he told her it would get better with time. Hernandez's father died when he was a teenager. Something had changed. Boldin, who spent three years in Baltimore, said Smith and Webb know him as well as anyone, and that they shared a lot of information over the years. Sunday will mark the first time they will face off against each other as opponents. The last time the teams met, the Ravens beat the 49ers, 34-31, to win the 2013 Super Bowl and Boldin, along with 49ers receiver Torrey Smith, was on the winning side.

I just had the worst dream: *it

I just had the worst dream: *it was a follow up to a dream I had when I was younger• *disclaimer in the dream I realize I had experienced this before as a teenager and the exact events are happening again with what seem like different people* “I start reading a horror book that is super popular, all of a sudden the things in the book start happening to me, and I keep thinking to myself there is no way this is in the book because I experience it, and all of a sudden these things start happening to me again. There are all males in the dream except for one other female...everyone in the dream is trying to rape me. I am woken up one night by someone that I trust with a phone call telling me to get out of the house because everything is real and some guys are on the way to get me, on the way outside to get away one guy starts to chase me and I stab him and all he is saying is that was not the way you did it all those years ago try again! I get outside and there seem to be about 10 men. I am running and finally I run into the arms of the male that called me, but turns out he is working with them and we are scrambling and I am trying to get away from him and I stab him in between the shoulder blades, he starts laughing going you aren’t going to kill me that way and proceeds to take the knife out yelling don’t you remember and stabs himself in the same place I did years ago.” At this point in real life I wake up hyperventilating and screaming. If anyone could help me interpret this dream it would be helpful because the is the 2nd time I’ve had it in the last 5 years and it is terrifying it feels so real.

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".