Recurring Dream—

I was a student at a college, and I was in class with the instructor whom I had a thing for.

And apparently, he was attracted to me.

I left his class to take a shower in the co-ed dorms, and this girl came into the bathroom.

I was okay with showering while she used the toilet, but then another girl came into the bathroom.

So, I left out.

I went to the guy's room next door.

I’ve never met these men, but in the dream, we knew each other.

I got into bed with two of them.

And then the instructor comes into the room, and he says something that I don’t remember.

But he gets into the bed with us.

More guys come in, and they get into the bed, and I’m being pushed out of the bed.

I tell them this, and my instructor comments that I’m beautiful.

“She looks like a child, woman.” He says.

I’m blushing and pull the covers over my face to hide it.

I get out of bed as there is a commotion from down the hall.

When I look out the door, I see an angel, Michael.

I think someone commented that that’s who the angel was.

But I knew who he was.

Everyone was running, trying to get away from him.

I went outside.

I wasn’t running away from Michael.

He has shown up in my dreams before.

(Maybe, I’ll share that dream. It’s explicit)— Lol

Outside there’s a fair and many attendees.

As I’m walking through the crowd, a man tells me to watch out.

I ignored him, but I knew why he told me to watch out.

And I found out three steps later.

Something that looked like a small gator jumps out and bites my arm.

I don’t scream or run.

I pry its mouth off my arm and toss its body away from me.

The gator thing has taken a small chunk out of my flesh, and it's hanging open like a flap.

This Hispanic girl comes up to me and says, “I know someone who can fix this.”

I’m declining, but she insists.

So, I agreed to go with her.

She’s telling me to wait with her when a man and a woman join us.

They have a lot of little children in their arms.

The man says, “This is all I got.”

I’m looking at all the children, and they’re sad or crying.

I already knew what it was.

TRAFFICKING!

I ran, and the girl chased me.

I ran by a camera crew, and she left me alone.

The wound from the bite healed instantly with a few scars, and then I woke up.

IDK... I'll figure it out later.