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Place withheld · 2014-07-14 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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it was my dad and I do not know what I did wrong but he had a lethal injection and was trying to kill me. and my boyfriend (let us call him <PERSON>) was by the chair where I was supposed to be and we were in an office like setting only the entire side of the building was not there and when one would walk out it was a huge interior of another building with a skating rink and a hockey game was going on. My dad had me and was trying to pin me to the chair and <PERSON> did not do anything, but I did not care, I was just trying to live. I broke free of my dad and quickly went to these two ladies across the room in a panic and tried to tell them what was happening to me but they did not do anything, they said they could not help me. then my dad was coming after me and so I ran to the other building/ice rink thing and there was a hockey game going on, and I was running and my dad was catching up. For some reason, he was extremely upset that i was going across the ice and interrupting the hockey game. I passed this girl who i have always kind of hated growing up, for some reason. Then I was running across the ice in the middle of the hockey game (there were no walls around the rink) and I got to the other side and there was nowhere to go. I tried yelling and my dad and trying to get him to understand that whatever I did not is not worth killing me over and he said if he did not it would not teach me a lesson, and I said I would not learn anything because I would be dead. Then I ran back to the ladies in the office and I was looking at <PERSON>, and I was explaining to them how in love with him I was, and I got all teary.. then I woke up.

 

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