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I am walking along corridors, up some stairs and along a path attached to wall up to a a small room aloft (the layout is quite castle like) there is broken glass everywhere and I am trying to avoid but I just end up wading through it and gets all in my feet. When I get to the room there is a russian man that I recognise lying on a bed (fully clothed with a coat on) in the room surrounded by a few police type people. He has a bruise on one eye and it's obvious he broke all the glass and he feels really bad about it. When he sees me he is embarrassed and ashamed as he didn't want me to know (I get the feeling he has violent mood swings and he didn't want me to know, that was the cause of the smashed glass) He says 'you shouldn't have come' and I smile and he kisses me and seems happy that I accept him for who he is.

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I keep having the same person who I like in my dreams, i have different dreams for e.g i had one where we were at school in class and it was perfectly normal and he was what he would normally do,he would be sitting down in class looking around the room and then stare at me for a while and then get embarrassed and shy and look away. And he does this in all my dreams he has been in doing the same thing just walking and looking around then stares at me and gets all embarrassed, and I have had other dreams where he is with his friends but he would still do the same things. He has been in nearly all my dreams for weeks now

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I begin at my friend's house. His mother is talking to me in fast paced voice and telling me embarrassing stories about him and telling me personal details I did not want to know. Later, I am in the dining room eating dinner with his sister and brother. His sister is silent and his brother had taken away her dinner and said she wasn't allowed to eat until he wanted her to. At this point I was completely disgusted and just wanted to leave. That's when I finally see my ex, curled up in the fetal position, unable to talk to me. His roommate, a guy named Tom tells me, just because you have your family stuff figured out doesn't mean he has. I'm telling you this for your sake, not his, just leave it alone. I am walking on a path that leads to the house I go to in my dreams. I'm on the phone with my ex just talking happily. On the side of the road, a small child is sitting with a large book in his lap. He asks me,what do people do when they are in love. I stop my phone call and hold the phone to my side so my ex cannot hear my answer. They get married of course, I tell the child. And instantly I heard the phone hang up. I thought to myself I can't even think differently than you without upsetting you.

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I dreamed of my deceased adoptive father that died in 2011. He was sitting on the second row in the church I grew up in along with other family member. I could not see who the other family member were, but somehow I knew they were family. It is also significant about the second row. Another family I know always sits there. Well, my father gets up and goes all the way to the back of the church, then goes outside and urinates in the bushes. I was so embarrassed people were looking and starring and he acted as though he could care less. He seemed angry about something. Then the dream switched. He was in our family home and was acting very drunk, and began acting inappropriate by touching me and I kept pushing him off, he was acting as thought he was about to rape me. I then saw a house across the street where the a new roof was being put on. Then I woke up feeling perplexed and disturbed. IT was as thought my adoptive father who helped raised was taking own the form of Satan.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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