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Place withheld · 2012-10-10 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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[Monday, October 8th, 2012] Being chased by a muscular clown with a hammer. We were inside a spooky mansion with Alex, Nathan, and <PERSON> and the Gang. We were playing a game (we were being forced to) where the clown would chased us and try to hammer the shit out of us. We take turns- first up is <PERSON>. He is terrified, but we all watch as the <PERSON> chases him off. I hold a paper in my hand. It shows a list of everyone in the house. <PERSON>'s name is lit up. After awhile, it becomes crossed off. Suddenly, another person's name lights up and it starts again. I notice there is a door out of the room I am in and I sneak off with a few other people. There is a tall chain-link fenced backyard here- I climb up to the top to show everyone a way to get out. No one is behind me now; I walk back inside and there is <PERSON> and <PERSON>! The paper was shining again, this time with <PERSON> and <PERSON>'s names lit up. The clown is coming for us- "COME ON GUYS, FOLLOW ME!" We all somehow make it up the fence pretty fast and drop down. We sneak to the front yard where <PERSON> and <PERSON> for some apparently reason re-enter the house. "They are gonners..." I think to myself. I run to a <PERSON> to hide for awhile and I look around. We are in Arizona- the desert. The setting reminds me of Congress. Just then the paper goes dark again. But my name is not lighting up. I walk back to the house, confused, when suddenly it lights up again. The front door opens wide and the clown walks out smiling, a sledgehammer on his shoulder. I sprint for the backyard fence to try and climb it. I have abnormally high reflexes and speed and can move on the fence faster than humanly possible. I try to trick the clown by pretending to drop into the backyard, and instead running back to the front yard but he sees my manuever. He compliments me, "AHH, that is a smart move! Too bad though!" <My dream ends before the clown can hit me.>

 

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