I don't really want to call this a journal but it seems a lot better than diary.

Anyways. For most of my life I've always remembered my dreams, its been really neat that I've seen some of these things. I have had some "normal" and some very bizarre dreams. Typically I can remember names, items, faces, even slight details that I could paint an image pretty clearly if I was good a drawing. Please don't call any of this BS because it almost seems like a story or so, I'm only reciting the details that I remember from my dreams. At times it's overwhelming on how real these dreams seem.

I'll try my best to keep this up to date If i remember to log on and post. On average i have 4-6 dreams remembered per week. If anyone can help me understand my dreams. PLEASE feel free to add input, I'm open to anything but being made fun of. I'm sure we've all had silly dreams at times.

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I'm walking down a street when all of a sudden I'm taken away by surprise by a few people from behind. I'm being kidnapped. I cannot escape, I yell and attempt to fight back but nothing seems to be doing the trick. I also have no idea why this is happening, nothing is coming to my mind why I am being kidnapped.

I am being carried away into some strangers home, once arrived I am thrown through the doorway. I am then confronted by several male adults asking questions to me. Every response I give has been "I don't know" "who are you?" "why are you doing this?". Every answer I give that is not what these men are looking for results in me receiving a blow to somewhere on my body with a shotgun. Not being shot but more of being meeleed then the gun pointed at me once again.

After getting nowhere with this I have been tied with rope to a chair with casters. I was placed as the bottom of a staircase on the main floor of the house. I cannot see up the stairs so therefore my back is facing the staircase. One of the men has been keeping an eye on me from a distance, always checking up on me every so often. I slowly begin to find clues as to where I am. I couldn't remember the name of the street I was on or which house but I had a weird feeling this all happened for a drug related incident. The house belonged to a big time pot dealer, and the more I began finding clues around the house I find out I'm being accused of stealing the dealers pot. I have not once done this and don't understand why it is I am being accused of such a thing. I am continued kicked and punched and hit with objects untill I speak the words they seek.

During the many days of torture, I find a beautiful lady in the house. This woman seems to be the girlfriend to one of the men in the house. She had been feeding me and giving me water during my "stay" at this house. She had been taking care of me really behind the backs of these men and we had kept it secret.

Eventually one of the days she planned that we escape and we do. We leave across the country and head west. During our time together we begin to fall in love, for months we spent our time together always hiding from these people who've tortured me. One day we both split up not being able to find each other, I look for her and there are no signs of her. (I cannot remember why we became separated.)

Months later I receive a phone call on my cellphone and it happens to be this woman who helped me escape. We talk for a bit and found out where we are and arrange to meet. When I go to meet her I found out she's pregnant and carrying my child. We return back to my town, during the long trip we talk about the baby and our plans on what to do. Once arrive back at my house she screams from a huge pain.
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At this point I wake up and my dream is over. I don't know why she screamed probably from labor. I'm not very good at witting stories so hopefully it was alright for people to read.