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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.

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In my dream, we (mom, aunt, and I) adopted a little girl who looked strangely like me when I was young. The first day was fine. She was so nice and sweet. But as soon as i try to go to sleep, she is up to no good. And each failed attempt at killing me, she gets worse And worse. I try telling my mom and aunt but they jusy don't believe me. One specific event she had a knife to my throat, a hudge hunter knife, and she had her hands on both ends and was pulling towards herself. She cut her own hands and was pulling with the strength of an adult. Towards the end of the dream I was looking for a pad lock. I asked my mom and she said the office. In mu house, we don't have an office. The setting was unfamiliar but still at the same time. Very strange. My aunt had apparently taken up residence and searching through the drawers I remember seeing things that belong to my aunt. She also had gone crazy. She was talking about how I was going through her stuff and babbling on about how I thought the girl was trying to kill me. When I couldn't find it I had a stupid realization. I could just leave..I found my car keys and that is when I woke up.

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I Am On A Quest Searching For Someone That's Close To My Heart And Soul. I Don't Know This Persons Name Or What They Look Like Just That If I Don't Find This Person It Could Mean Death. I Go Down Into This Valley Of Nothingness And I Have To Go Into This Deep Dark Sewer That Seems Endless In It's Entirety. Once I Get To The Bottom Finally With A Circular Center Of Cascading Water And Purest Marble And Stone. The Water Is Deep Enough To Rise Above The Ankles. There Are 4 Rooms Surrounding The Circular Center. Each One Being Entirely Different In It's Shape Position and Presence. 1. Room Is Rounded And Long And Deep But Brightly Lit By Orbs Of Untouchable Lights That Are Scorching In Their Purity. The Further Into The Room I Enter The More Intense The Lights Become and They Begin To Burn Into The Very Depth Of My Soul Making Me Dizzy and Aware Of An Overwhelming Need To Lay Down and Sleep. Forceing Me To Flee Out Of There Lest I Give In And Not Finish My Quest 2. The 2nd Room Is Short and Shallow The Smell Is So Musty And Reeks Of Death And Despair. Despair So Heart Shattering That It's Like It's Own Personal Purgatory. There Is Nothing But Dim Lightning And Grey Mishapen Stone Walls That Glistened With Only What Could Be Described As Tears Thousands and Thousands Of Heart Wrenching Tears. Entering This Room I Can Only Make It Halfway Before Falling To My Knees Sobbing And Crying Out To The Heavens For Forgiveness Not Of Myself But For Those Lost Here, Because I Know I Know Within My Heart Of Hearts That What I Feel Here Can Never Be Redeemed Never Be Found and Will Never Make It Before The Gates Of Heaven Or The Gates Of Hell. It Shakes Me To The Core So Deeply That I Barely Have The Strength To Crawl On My Hands And Knees Sobbing Like My Own Heart Has Been Ripped Out To The Center Of Rooms. 3. This Room Is Highly Arched And Ancient Rome In It's Design. It Has Symbols Unlike Anything Imagined From Floor To Ceiling. Flames Of Lights Stream Down From The Ceiling Going All The Way Down. It Is Beautiful In It's Design. But The Symbols Are Memerizing They Move With The Trail Of A FingerTip And The Longer I'm Here The More I Want To Stay and Figure Out The Meaning Behind These Unknown Symbols. I Keep Following The Symbols In Wonder Until I See This Large Symbol Unlike All The Others It Is Red And Large and Ominous But Strangely Intriguing. I Have To Touch It Just From Sheer Curiousity. But As Soon As I Touch It The Flames Of Light Exstinguish and The Symbols Start Spinning In An Amazing Tornado and The Room Pitches Into Black And The Hallway Starts Rapidly Closing And The Water That Was Only Ankle Deep Before Is Gushing In From Nowhere and I'm Forced To Run Back Towards The Entrance As Stones and Marbles Come Crashing Down. I Make It To The Center To See That The Water Is Waist Deep And Murky In Color. The Stones and Marbles Are Still Crashing All Around The Previous Entrance Is Blocked. The Other Rooms Are Destroyed and The Darkness Of Nothing Is Threatning To Engulf Me. 4.Room Four Is Short And Slanted And Unappealing. There Is A Dirty Blood Smeared Mattress Blocking The Entrance. I Have To Crawl Underneath The Mattress With Blood Smearing In My Hair On My Skin Burning Holes Through The Touched Places Causing Me To Scream. The Water Is Above My Head And I'm Swimming Furiously Towards An Opening That I Hope Is An Opening And I'm Panicking That The Lack Of Oxygen Is Gonna Make Me Pass Out. But I Reach The Opening And Tumble Out Dry and Whole Like Nothing Ever Happened. But The Valley Is Different It's Green And Bold And Full Of Beautiful Wildflowers As Tall As My Chest I Am Crying Cuz I've Unfinished My Quest. I Race To The Top Of The Hill With A Razor Wire Fencing And Reach It To Cry Out In Despair There Is Only A 2000 Foot Drop Off Into Black Nothingness On The Other Side. So I Climb Back Down The Hill To The Valley Of Beauty But Loneliness and I Lay There Knowing That I Have To Get Back To The 4 Rooms Or Death Will Be Waiting. Then I Wake Up

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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In my dream, we (mom, aunt, and I) adopted a little girl who looked strangely like me when I was young. The first day was fine. She was so nice and sweet. But as soon as i try to go to sleep, she is up to no good. And each failed attempt at killing me, she gets worse And worse. I try telling my mom and aunt but they jusy don't believe me. One specific event she had a knife to my throat, a hudge hunter knife, and she had her hands on both ends and was pulling towards herself. She cut her own hands and was pulling with the strength of an adult. Towards the end of the dream I was looking for a pad lock. I asked my mom and she said the office. In mu house, we don't have an office. The setting was unfamiliar but still at the same time. Very strange. My aunt had apparently taken up residence and searching through the drawers I remember seeing things that belong to my aunt. She also had gone nuts. She was talking about how I was going through her stuff and babbling on about how I thought the girl was trying to kill me. When I couldn't find it I had a stupid realization. I could just leave..I found my car keys and that is when I woke up.

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I was at a bar with my friends , then we left that place and went to a another bar next to it where some strange people were playing music . we started to dance and time passed we had to leave because it was getting late and we had to go home . in the middle of my way home i realized i didnt have my shoes on , i had to go back and get them. i called one of my friends to come with me ad to the others to wait there , after a few mins i realized i was alone and i was going through an unknown road , i saw people staring strangely at me i walked and walked then i gave up and decided to go back home without my shoes . wind started to blow i opened my arm and a diamond in shape of a bear stuck in my hand , i hold it in my hand like it was sth normal and kept moving on but this time going through another unknown road . entered a house opened the door and a little girl wich i didnt see before run to me and hug me , them my mum appeared and told me " see i told you you will find them and they gave me this diamond bear for u " i looked my feet and i had my shoes on , my mum was holding a diamond bear exactly the same as mine . i turned around and i looked my sister laying in a sofa . my mum said " they told me i should be very proud of u for being brave and not giving up "

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I had this dream the first night I was home from the hospital after my daughter was born. This was 7 years ago: I was standing in a parking lot of some type, and my newborn daughter was there as a teenager, probably about 15 years old. She was standing with a group of friends who looked around her age. (Strangely enough, she looked exactly how I would now expect her to look when she becomes a teen, yet I don't see how I could have predicted that then when she was only a few days old.) Anyhow, I remember calling her name over and she wouldn't answer me; she was just talking and laughing with her friends, who couldn't hear me either. I started screaming it so she could hear me, but it seemed like the sound of my voice just got lower and quieter. I couldn't tell if she was ignoring me or she just didn't know I was there. At this point, I started to feel like I had no physical presence because when I looked down at myself, there was nothing there; like a ghost who couldn't be seen, and that is why she wasn't responding. Meanwhile, I noticed a young boy standing off to the side of the group of girls. He looked to be somewhere between 8 and 10. I did not recognize the child, but he was the only one who could actually see me. He didn't say a word; he just kept looking at me as I screamed my daughter's name. I felt as though he knew me, although I didn't know him. This dynamic just continued until I woke up. I was convinced this dream meant that if I ever had another child (represented by the boy), I would die. Please tell me what you think.

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