I'm in a city, it's as usual made of long houses interlocked with eachothers and very steep. I need to protect a small group of children from a man. I try to have them to run and get away, but they are too scared of stubborn to listen to me and I have to fight the man head on. I shapeshift into something quatripedal, with fangs and claws, attacking this man to keep him from snatching the kids. They run from me and I chase them into a house big enough to be a manor and scramble up some wooden stairs, shifting back and huddling in a corner between two dark rooms. I can see that one of them is a bedroom, with the single bed close enought to the half open door that I can see under it. I'm trembling all over, feeling both vindicated and hurt by the children's fear. My sister and a yound man find me here, and crouch to be on eye level with me, talking soothing nonsense. The man take a halfstep to the left and a very strange insect crawls from behind him. It's a light, soft green color, and looks like a centiped the size of a small dog. On its head is a mass of feelers looking like ribbons or feathers, gently moving like algae in water. I'm both repulsed and fascinated by it, and I huddle a little closer to the wall when it advances. It stops before I get too inconfortable, and something grows out of it's back; it's butterfly wings, the same soft green color with a big eye-like spot and a long tail. It looks like a luna butterfly, and it's pretty, in a weird way.
Dream Fragment: A man is in our house. He is faceless and normal-looking. Mom turns away and I am left alone with him. He is going to hurt me.
I'm in a trailer that I've dreamed of before. The back door is huge and white. The window in it is larger than most. I don't like it. The thing I hate most about it is the fact that the window isn't made of glass, it's just a flimsy screen and it has a big hole in it about the size of my fist. Sometimes the door won't lock or even close properly. I don't have to worry about that this time. I just have to worry about the hole in the door and the man who keeps staring through it. He's a very bad man. I fear him greatly. I'm terrified he'll figure out that he can get through the hole. I pray he doesn't.
Julie and I are on Olive Creek St., reading a sign on one of the lamp posts. The sign is fuzzy. We immediately look at each other and know that we have to run home as fast as we can. In my head, before he appears, I see a man. I can't see his face and he's covered from head to toe in black leather. I know he's dangerous and will get us if we don't run. We start running and just as we are about to turn on our street, I look behind me and the bad man is walking behind us. We run faster and make it home. We run into the house and lock the locks and wait. We both look out of the peep hole and we see the man walk past the house.
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