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Cockroach Beard and Arrested Beagle

I am in a large white marble building full of men and women in business suites walking at quick paces to where they need to be. I am the odd one out, which makes it extremely hard to hide. I'm being chases by guards. I run past these large stainless steel elevators, squeezing past the people in line for it. The guards get caught up in the crowd, so I make it down the hallway. I burst into a doorway and lock it behind me. I'm in a small, empty (other than a table under a window) bedroom. There's no other exit than the one I came through, and I know that I cannot go that way without being caught. I turn to the window which is near the ceiling (because we are in a basement), and pop out the screen. I brake the window with a screwdriver I think, and crawl out. I run across the green lawn and into a tall church. The church is shaped like a long rectangle. Instead of the normal way of being positioned the church was set up so that the stage where the preacher speaks is parallel with the longest side of the church to my right, and the six or so rows of pews are parallel to the other longest side. I walk past an arrangement of white lilies that the preachers wife is adjusting and sit at the pews in the front, furthest away from the door. There is a large bronze statue of Jesus on the cross near the wall. I bow my head and hope that my chaser doesn't find me here, and if he does, he doesn't recognize me. Unfortunately, the man stalking me enters, and I feel a chill of fear cross over me. I cover myself with a blanket, wrapping it around my torso and head to cover my blond hair. Maybe it will be enough to hide me from him. The preacher sees the man enter, then looks at me. He knows I am running from him. The preacher sits to my right, not saying a word to me. I desperately wished he hadn't. Now my stalker sits to my left, leans across me and asks the preacher if he's seen me. The stalker doesn't realize I am who I am. His face right in mine, I see his grotesque, brown, wiry beard. Attached to his skin and part of him, are three long, brown, cockroach worm things that wiggle and snap their teeth-lined jaws. It was enough to make me ill, along with the mans brownish yellow crooked, smelly teeth and the wild look of a killer in his eyes.
Now, I am walking my dogs with my mom down the street. She is walking my Mini Aussie Skye, and I am walking my Beagle Lily. Lily darts into the street, and I quickly pull her back before the approaching car hits her. The car happens to be a sheriff's car, and the deputy inside happens to be my brother. He turns on his lights, about to arrest us, so me and my mom run. We run through yards and alleys, eventually loosing him. We head down the main street, gleeful we were not caught and anxious to just get home, when my brother pulls up behind a parked car next to the sidewalk we are walking on. Me and my mom try to act natural, to simply walk by without being notices. The man my brother is speaking to his showing my brother some deer antlers from the deer he shot in this trunk, so we are hopeful we can slip by. We just pass the trunk of the police car, when my brother says, "Not so fast." He walks over and takes Lily's leash from me, and I break into tears. I ask him where he's taking her. He tells me jail for running in the street. I ask him when I can get her back, and where to go, but each time I ask he won't give me a straight answer. He answers one of my three questions every time I ask, and each time it's different.
He takes me to jail as well apparently, because now I'm the one in jail. I'm in the yard, which is shaped like the senior hallway in my high school. I'm in line behind a bunch of other brawny girls. They're about to play a P.E. game, something to do with blue hats that the warden passed out to everyone but me. The girl directly in front of me, one whom befriended me, tells me that the game is about to start and asks where my hat is. I tell her I wasn't given one. She asks around to see if anyone has an extra hat. Some people have three or four, but they're not willing to let them go. They wear them on their heads and their hands, but can't sacrifice one to me. The hats are what will keep them safe in what is to come. My friend hands me a ball of bright purple yarn. She explains to me that if you hold out the string taught from one hand to the other, it creates a barrier of invisibility. The yarn is her most prized possession, but she knows I won't survive without it.
We all march into the yard. It is dark outside, the yard only lit by large white search lights along the perimeter. The ground looks charred and burned, and it is littered with gravestones. Everyone cautiously searches the yard. Then, BOOM! The ground begins to shake. Near me near the wall, there is a concrete man-hole cover. Two long, scrawny white arms the length of a school bus almost slink out and swipe at people, knocking them into the air. The claws on those arms cut through people with no effort. I run back, out of their reach, but it is too late for almost everyone else. Me, my friend, and a few others cluster together out of range of the arms. Then, there's another BANG and the man-hole cover goes flying. A torso slinks out of the hole, a large, light blue, circle shaped head covered in spikes rests on the enormous torso. The creature shakes and POP, the head flies into the air. It lands on the group, on the other side from where I stand, and wipes them out. The head goes back to the torso, and it begins to shake once more. The remaining of our group turn into my family: My aunt, uncle, granny, papa, and mom. We take up large sticks and bars, my uncle and papa simply using their fists. The head pops off and floats towards us. My aunt is the first to hit the head, tossing it back up into the air where it floats down towards my papa, he hits it, it floats to my granny, then my mom, then my uncle, then to me. I smack it as hard as I can with the long black pipe in my hands, but still it doesn't go back to the monster. We hit it over and over and finally we send it flying back to the creature. The head reattaches to the torso, and the creature gets ready to shoot it off again. [End]

*Please do not use any concepts in this dream in any written works without my permission, thanks!*

Relative to Real Life~
Night of January 15th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom, Skye, Lily, brother, aunt, uncle, granny, papa.
Dream-created characters: All business people, preacher, preachers wife, stalker, man with dear, prison friend, all prisoners, warden, monster.
Real-life places: Streets (other than some yards and alleys), high school hallway.
Dream-created places: Marble building, church, prison/grave yard.
Different than real life: I've never been chases through a marble building, nor broken out of a window, never been in a church like that one, people don't have cockroaches growing from their chins (hopefully), never been stalked, my brother is a police officer but not in the town I live in, dogs don't get arrested.
Reasons:
Monster in creepy graveyard = I've been playing Skyrim obsessively. In the game there are some pretty wild creatures that I've fought, which I think lead my mind to create that crazy head popping monster.
Precognitive: I did have a pretty weird happenstance. I was casually looking through some houses for sale online, and I found a house with a church inside it that reminded me of this dream. It wasn't shaped correctly or anything, but it was odd to me to find a house with a church on accident after having this dream.
Reoccurring: No.

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