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I was with the guy that I liked and we were walking down grassy steps and we were in nature and it was very beautiful. But for the first part it was like I was looking at everything through the lens of a camera. But he veered away and started to walk with two girls that are his friends that I am jealous of. He left with them and then I didn't have the camera anymore and it was just me. I wanted to cross a pond but I jumped on a log and it sank and a gian fish grabbed ahold of me with its teeth. I was screaming for help and wanted the guy I liked, Travis, from earlier, to save me but he was with the girls and didn't.

I dreamed I skied again after receiving knee surgery seven years ago. I lifted easily out of the water, tentatively crossed the wake, gradually grew more confident and sped across the wake as comfortably as I used to. My knee felt a bit sore from not being used to it but it wasn't sore as in being injured. I skied a short distance, let go and gradually built up to skiing long distances again with no issues. I felt powerful and confident as I sped across the water, with my friends, family and surprisingly my surgeon watching me, cheering me on. I took in the scenery and felt calm, confident and at one with myself, nature and God. I felt healed, cleansed and strong both physically and mentally. I felt the sun beam down on me and the cool wind whipping my hair and the spray of the water lapping my legs.

I was walking in the forest on a nature trail and as I came out I began to experience pain. I looked down and saw this needle like tree/plant leaf under my skin. I began to pull at it and a Long, thin, triangular, green leaf with orange edges came out. At first i thought it was just a few but then they were all over me and i had to get help to pull them from out of my neck, my hair etc. At one point I was pulling them from out of my hand and one sliced my pinkie finger and it began to bleed and the skin was just laying there. Prior to this someone was telling me they were going to write a play and they wanted me to be the tree in their play. I imagined myself as this cartoon looking tree that could grow tall or short on command like a pine tree.

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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