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It was a bunch of my friends hanging out. And then Mary comes over and everything is cool. Well then my friend Jason says something mean to Mary and Mary flips the freak out! Like screaming at the top of her lungs. And Jason is trying to be tough guy so he doesn back down and says another smart comment. So Mary walks over and smacks the poop out of Jason. We'll Jason gets up like he is going to hit Mary so I step in and hold him back while Mary just keeps screaming. Well then while I'm holding Jason back I'm trying to get Mary to call down but I guess she doesn't like what I said so she smacks me. Well then while I am trying to talk to her she keeps yelling "I am not crazy" and is just hitting me over and over so I grab her and tell her to calm down and keep telling her she is not crazy but she keeps hitting me so I yell "STOP! LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING!" So she stops and I look her in the eyes and we are like having like the most intense starring contest ever. Well in the middle of the staring Mary like twitches and then she is nice and calm. So we walk our separate ways and she goes and sits down. Well then while everything is calm Jason says another smart comment about Mary but doesn't know that mary can hear him. But everyone in the room can see that Mary hears him. So Mary gets up walks to Jason and literally smacks the living daylight out of Jason. I mean like he should have died. Well then Jason gets up again and I hold him back. And Mary is screaming like bloody murder. And then I woke up.

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One dream that I visual remember was when I was 11.My dream had a theme on Lord of the Rings a movie that I've only seen once or twice. I was giving a task to retrieve a sword that was stolen from this blacksmith. The Blacksmith was part of an elite group of swordsmen, who I was trying to join. I was told I could do them a big favor, if I retrieved this sword. I was given a ring of invisibility to take the sword back, because it was stolen by a beast/man. He was a beast who could transform back into a man, which made him to strong to face head on. The beast’s lived in a secrete area, where no other houses were around. The ring for a brief time was making me invisible from being seen. I was wandering through it’s house to where I found the sword next to a fireplace. Over the fireplace, hung skulls and old ancient swords. The closer I got to the sword the more I was becoming visible. The second I touched the sword the beast found me and without hesitating knocked me out unconscious. I became conscious in a loony state, where I saw a cliff, and a fire where the beast stood hunched over. It looked as if he was about to eat me or something else. He noticed I was conscious and rushed towards me, he told me the sword did not belong to the swordsmen because it belonged to him originally. I did not respond I was too shocked by his physical form. After he got his message across he threw me off a cliff where I plummeted to my death.

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I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

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My mother and dead father were whispering at my kitchen table. My children were trying to hear what they were saying, and I told them it was not polite to eavesdrop on Grandma and Grandpa. Then a wind blew through and my blond hair blew off my head. My son started catching my hair. It was like wisps in the wind. My dead father also caught some. I asked my son if I could have my hair back please and he handed it to me. I looked at my father and said, "This isn't right." He looked right at me and said, "No it isn't." The I reached for the hair he had caught and instead he said "I think I'll hang on to this" and smiled at me like he used to.

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As a kid, this dream was reoccurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE double-doors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up before the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to confront the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

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As a kid this dream was reocurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE doubledoors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up b4 the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to face the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

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Je suis dans une maison. C’est celle de Marie-Pierre mais dans mon rêve, c’est la maison nous nous habitons avec maman et les autres. Nous sommes assis par terre devant le canapé avec Alois, peut être aussi Oriane qui n’est pas loin. Parc contre c’est le salon de Teverga. Je crois que nous ne sommes pas d’accord sur le film que nous désirons voir toute les deux avec Alois. Oriane ne prend pas partie il me semble (si elle est là) elle fait autre chose . Sensation d’énervement, de fatigue, de lourdeur lié à la paresse d’être resté longtemps à ne rien faire il me semble. Ce que reproche Pascal qui arrive, il est énervé, il faut mettre la table, faire à manger.. Je me lève, je ne suis pas fière de notre état de léthargie, je m’aperçois qu’il n’y a presque aucun meuble, le salon est grand, blanc, il me semble qu’il y a des bâches en plastiques transparent tendues sur le mur du fond, derrière le canapé de Teverga, (sur lequel je suis endormie dans la réalité) ce lieu me fais penser a chez tatie Mylene, un grand espace blanc peu meublé et pas décoré. Je me dirige dans la cuisine pour aider, faire quelque chose, en tournant dans un couloir (vide encore) d’un vert étrange, un peu écaillé, unvert Smaragdin,qui est lié à la maison de Marie-Pierre, en fait je pense que le vert de mon rêve est une version plus claire de la moquette en plastique qui recouvre le sol du salon de cette maison, et qui d’ailleur a été en parti abîmé par le feu d’une cheminé. (dans mon rêve, le revêtement du mur était aussi endommagé). J’arrive à la cuisine, (c’est la cuisine de Marie-Pierre) il me semble qu’il y a moins de meubles à mesure que j’avance dans mon rêve- dans la cuisine Pascal est énervé, je m’empresse de mettre la table, avec un sourire affable mais faible,(ici, je ressens un sentiment de honte vague quant à mon comportement, le même que je ressens quand Sylvie me reproche une chose et qu’elle a raison) je vais chercher les couverts (fourchette et couteau) au fond d’une armoire de basse qualité, avec des portes en verres, en fait qui est celle du salon de Teverga où l’on range les verres mais en plus vétuste. Dès que j’ai la tête dans l’armoire je sens une grimace me tordre le visage, je veux pleurer mais aucune larme ne vient. Première pensé : « tu ne vas pas pleurer, tu t’étais dit que tu ne pleurerait plus maintenant »

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