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My dream started out with me being at a reunion. A friend of mine that wasn't from my class was there too. We are all Danish but decided to watch a show on tv in Swedish so that he could understand too, since he is Swedish, but for some reason it was Norwegian and taking place in Norway. In the tv show they were on a beach and there was a big explosion, this was a reality show so it was something that had happened a week ago in the dream and I had experienced it myself. It was a volcano erupting but it looked like a nuclear bomb explosion. When I experienced it in the dream (all of this was memory I had in the dream) it had been small waves, since I was at the beach, but I could see the explosion in the horizon. All of a sudden I am not at the reunion anymore, but I am going to Norway with a friend from my old class, Nikole. She and I are suddenly at the beach from the tv show. We are dipping our toes when suddenly I see a big explosion in the horizon again and I just know that it is the volcano eruption. It seems even bigger this time and the waves came towards us. We start trying to get up to the shore but it is quite difficult and for a while Nikole dissappears under the water but I eventually find her up on the shore, rather shaken. The waves are getting still and we decide to go back in. But when we are back in the water the waves gets even worse, this time we are fighting for our lives, the waves kept pushing us back and it was difficult breathing since I had my head under the most of the time, but after a lot of fighting I finally get up. I was lucky since I had gotten no water in my mouth, Nikole wasnt as lucky, but we are both alive and good. And it didn't feel like we were going to die at any point. We get home and we inform my dad of what had happened and where in Norway it was (on a site note I have a bad relationsship with my dad so I don't know why we told him). All of a sudden we are back on the beach but with my dad and some other random people this time. We are standing further up under a half roof and looking out at the ocean when suddenly we hear alarms as if there is a war. We then see a helicopter and it drops a bomb. The bomb is headed straight towards us and it lands right behind my dad. At this moment we all realise that we are going to die, and that we have no control over our own life. In a desperate attempt I jump under a bench but nothing happens, the bomb doesn't explode and we're just waiting for our death. I am pretty sure we start running at this bomb, still knowing that it could explode at any given moment... and then I wake up.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

I had a dream that I was smoking weed with Method Man and Capadonna and another person. Method Man was selling weed to two young men that i used to go to school with and then the cops came driving down. I saw the cop car and I said "dip dip" or something like that signaling that we needed to leave right at that moment. I was in the car behind the passanger seat and someone was driving the car, I don't really remember who. We sped off out of the junkyard or where ever we were and we headed down the road leading out of the junkyard or where ever it was. The person driving ended up going too fast and I was going to say something but I figured that this was meant to happen and that the person knew already to slow down and make that right turn in the road rather than driving into the trees so I didn't say anything. We didn't make the turn in time but the car slightly turned right enough to where when we got into the trees, we were spinning uncontrollably. I was aware of what was going on but I kept my cool and remained calm during the entire way down. I braced myself for impact by holding on tighty to something .. quite possibly it was the seat that i was holding onto but for some reason I am also getting that it could've been the wheel that I was holding onto but I am not entirely sure although I don't really think so but I don't know. Anyways, we were going down and spiralling out of control when we reached the water and went straight down but before the we hit the water, I spotted the water and noticed that we were going down so I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. I was in the car in the water and I left the car but while I was in the water, I swallowed a few gulps of water before I ended up swimming up towards the surface. Needless to say, I survived.

People: Khadijah, Rich, Sean, Cinnamon, Pastor, Grandmother, my kids It was like a concert or a play. We were trying to see for some reason the security staff was rather rude to us. We tried moving to another seat but they were not happy about us moving. Then the scene moved to a long table with Pastor talking. The table contained stuff / food on it. It was 3 peopel at the table. Then Pastor turned it over to 1 person to speak. Then his wife got up and spoke and said that we hope that you enjoy what we bought. I was so irritated because nobody could get to the food on the table. They would not move. Then I saw my grandmother and I felt peace. She did not say anything she was just there. I felt peace and nothing else

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

I dream of a friend who is incarserated , in witch i was contacted by her to help her with the tranfering of lmailing leters. my research on the boy frienve this dream interpitede id truly apppreaceate this thank you sincerely noel t. garzad of the love one incarserated has come to a dead end with no enough info. to share with her im sure she has been rather upset that i wasnt able to provide her with the curoperation that she had for sence or hoped id been able to provide. reasontly i dream of her in my dream there where no commonication although she seem to keep an eye on my threw out the drteam in witch she followed me threw outr it aswell to the very end or up intill the point that i woke up from this dream, if i could ha

This is the Zodiac speaking up to the end of Oct I have killed 7 people. I have grown rather angry with the police for their telling lies about me. So I shall change the way the collecting of slaves. I shall no longer announce to anyone. When I committ my murders, they shall look like routine robberies, killings of anger, + a few fake accidents, etc. The police shall never catch me, because I have been too clever for them. 1 I look like the description passed out only when I do my thing, the rest of the time I look entirle different. I shall not tell you what my descise consists of when I kill 2 As of yet I have left no fingerprints behind me contrary to what the police say

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