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I've had several dreams like this, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I have a fear of being taken away from everything I love. Taken away or left behind, as most of these dreams tend to go.

Anyway, in this dream I happened to be a cute little blond kid, male of course. Not a bad kid, good in school, got along well with my brother....but when an older man who suddenly starts dating our nanny turns on us and kiddnaps our mother...well we started to suspect things. And that's not all! Oh no! He's after us too! Because one, there can't be any whitnesses to his crime. And two, small children might actually be good for this...experiment.

So he starts to chase me. But luckily, I live in the country, and around my house is the wide expanse of forest and field. And naturaly being a kid, I know all the trails and the idiot adult chasing me knows nothing. So, I'm able to outrun this guy for quite some time, but eventually he gets used to my evasion taktics and sets up traps. My little brother, who is following me and doing his best to keep up, hurts his ankle and can't run anymore. I carry him on my back, and continue to run. Somehow, this guy has steered us into an old abandoned building.

There, I meet an older man, a principal or some like, and I think I will be saved, that someone is going to beleive me that this guy is trying to kidnap me and has my mother. But alas, it is him behind the whole thing! He tries to convince me of the good things he is doing with my mother's body. Wait, body? Did he kill her?

I find my way into an old glass wine cellar, the two men on the oter side trying to coax me out. I throw wine bottles at them and escape the building.

Ahead of me is a long grassy field. The man chasing me says he's on to my old tricks, and sets lines across the field on fire. I jump over them with ease, but I also have to use the body of my dead father to jump over the tallest ones. (He was laying dead in the field.) Finally, I could run no more and my brother and I collapsed with exaustion. The man stood over top of us in triumph, ready to do to us what he has done to our mother. The flames are tall behind in some freakish salute....

and the dream ends.