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Me and <PERSON> were at our apartment but it looked nothing like the one we actually live in. There were some other people there but they were all random dream characters. For some reason we had a ton of barbies in the house. The barbies were evil. They would hid behind dressers and behind clothes in the closet. Their goal was to wait for us to fall asleep and then they would kill us. At one point I watch as one makes movement in a closet and I cover my eyes in fear. <PERSON> says that we need to destroy all of them now. I grab one. She appears not to be evil or alive but for safe measure I take her to the sink. At fiery she was a really beautiful barbies but as I started to dump her head in the water and hold it there, the colors start to fade and she becomes more and more scary looking. Then I see that she starts to move her head and is clearly holding her breath. I hold her arms against her body so that she cannot move them. I experience a strike of terror as I watch the barbies struggle. I had a weird thought that maybe if she did not die from the drowning, she would come back and because me to drown (which is one of my most feared ways of dieing). I quickly pulled her head our the water. She turns her gaze to mine. another strike of terror. I run to the kitchen with her to <PERSON>. <PERSON> tells me to chop her up into tiny pieces so that if her evil soul reenters her body, she will not be able to use that body to kill us. I grab an oversized butcher knife. I lay her out on a wooden chopping block. I can see that she is weak from the drowning and is not moving much. I was surprised at the fact that she was not fighting to stay alive. I begin to chop off her head, than arms, then legs. I rechop all the pieces. Finally when I was satisfied that I could not chop her up anymore I despised of her in the trash. I was relieved that was over but still panicked because I had so many other barbies to find and chop up. <PERSON> gets a phone call and walks away. I go back into the bedroom to find another. I am scared to walk anywhere they might be binding in case they jump out at me in a big group and attack. I decided to leave the room and wait for <PERSON> to help me find more. <PERSON> meets me in the hallway. He looks out of breath and hurried. He said that he was being forced to move away for his job. I began to sob because I did not want him to go and I was scared I would die of he did. He looked really upset and then said that he would stay with me. I hugged him really tightly for a long time. Then we went back into the room. One thing I noticed about the apartment that I did not mention earlier was that it was filled with children toys, cartoon blankets, and was very messy. Total opposite of how it actually is.