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So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chilling there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to academic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto academic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.

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So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chillin there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to acedemic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto acedemic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.

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I was on a train, again. I don’t know where it was going but it was going to take multiple days. They were giving free breakfast at the front of the train and we knew there wasn’t very much so we all rushed and pushed to the table before the pancakes ran out. I was just depending on being fast but I didn’t actually want to push anybody. So by the time people were out of the way there was just enough pancakes for my group. Light, fluffy, but crispy on the outside, covered in icing sugar. I brought them back. Then I went up again to get myself potatoes and eggs.

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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.

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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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This morning before I woke up I had a dream that a big fluffy Monarch Butterfly landed on my finger and I watched it, it was so pretty.. then it started flying off and came back and landed on my forehead @ my hairline.. then it got stuck in my hair and I was trying to gently nudge it out but it was stuck. There were a bunch of people standing around watching, but nobody would help me get the butterfly out! So I had to gently try to guide him out of my hair and I accidentally pulled his wings off and the body was dead but twitching and tangled up in my hair. I was so upset and nobody would help me get the dead butterfly out of my hair… then wings just melted into my hands

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In the backyard, a squirrel with a giant fluffy tail runs by and underneath a chair. an enemy appears from under a cover with a cat trying to catch the baby squirrels where they where hiding, but they all managed to disperse soon enough. the boy yells, upset he couldn't catch the squirrel, the cutest and smallest one of course. i begin to scream and yell at him for wanting to kill that squirrel, especially the baby, he comes up with some excuse. later we're in the livingrooom in a recliner, i am sedated compared to much earlier, he's moaning and groaning something in my ear, trying to have sex with me, pushing his erected member into me. i pull away and the dream ends. i am in a huge theatre taking a seat with my friends and few unrecognizable family members, i am avoiding one of them, the bald one... i sneak into the bathroom and it insects with another part of the theatre where i invite my friends into, trying to slip away before the ones i dont want to follow come back.

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