I had perhaps one of the roughest nights I've had in a long time. In my dream, I was w/ a guy I highly admire (who's a current youth minister) & his wife, & a girl I knew when I lived in the college dorms years ago (Fawn). We were at a gang-infested bar. We definitely didn't fit in. This bar's where all the gang bangers hang. Well, in the bar there was a guy that looked like a tank (around 7'5", 400 lbs, white, & stone-faced). He didn't fit in like everyone else either. When I was just getting admitted inside the building, I was walking around & was w/ someone I just happen to know from work. I didn't go there w/ her, but saw her there. Then I heard people yelling & screaming "He's at it again! He's doing it again. Everyone look out! Down down down!" I thought, "What the $*#$&)#?" Then this tank guy that's huge looked at me stone-faced (GULP!) & threw a couple of guitars at me. The first I didn't even have to duck because it dropped to the ground before reaching me, but the second I had to duck from. The monster-sized guy was throwing guitars at me! Then he'd decided to follow me & cause havoc. I got away from him. Then I heard him go into other 'rooms' in this bar & others were avoiding him. He was trying to kill people or something. His temper was worse than anything. Anyhow, someone screamed he had a gun & I heard he was looking for me again. Great!!!! I tried to get away & hide & he found me. He goes, "You...come....with....me." He was so gruff, loud, & frankenstein-like. He grabbed me by the shirt & started dragging me off. Next thing I know, I'm screaming, trying to get away & nobody will confront him because of his size. I was toast!!! Then we get to a farm & someone sees my plight & attempts to help rescue me. I managed to punch him in the face & I just started hitting him over & over & over. Even my martial arts training wasn't helping me. This guy was monstrously huge. Then I remember putting him in the choke hold when he bent down to grab my hair roughly & literally trying to snap his neck to kill him (to get away). I know it's whacked! He was either unconscious or doing a great fake job. I got away & I walked up to some 1900 looking event with horses, buggies, cowboy hats, etc. A lady was set up by this same guy to die & didn't even know it. She was doing a stunt trick. Luckily, a man & woman rescued her. The woman said she knew the other lady was in trouble when she heard the guy who almost killed me escaped. He escaped!!! She was alive. Then the male said he & the other rescuer were undercover FBI agents. The guy was told he had a phone call from the serial killer. Then I woke up feeling horrible. I couldn't get out of the dream mode. I was so afraid this guy was coming after me. Now I was awake & thinking maybe someone was in my house or snooping around the backyard. I kept thinking the phone was ringing non-stop (every few seconds). When I got up to see what time it was, what was going on & to search the house, I'd realized the phone wasn't ringing at all. I was hearing things. I was so sure I was hearing a loud rining sound, but wasn't. Whatever it was, it got me out of bed & moving around. I think God knew how terrified I was of the dream & woke me up. It was perhaps the scariest dream I had in a very very long time. I think I'm going back to bed & I'm taking my 2 dogs - Honey & Precious (a dachshund & a chihuahua) into the bed with me this time. I woke up with a major headache, backache, fatigue, etc. I hate rough dreams. I feel like I've been actually fighting. I think I need hot tea after I wake up again!
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