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Yesterday night i had a dream about my loved one... he passed away two months ago... I had a dream that actually i was trying to get a rickshaw to go home & he was sitting behind where passengers sit in that rickshaw... the moment i went closer & peeped inside, i saw him... he was hiding his face.. then when i saw him & i recognised, i was crying for him b'coz i questioned him that why is he playing such a prank on us coz everybody is arranging a funneral for him but he is here leaving me all alone... so, he got down of that rickshaw & started to walk away.. as i got down & begin to go behind him, he started running & so did i... then he got inside a building & me too did that... he was laughing... i was crying & begging him to come towards me... then he hiden somewhere... i sat on the staircase crying for him... after that he saw me crying he came to me... some conversation took between us, i dont remember it clearly but i very clearly mentioned that i neede him alot... i am alone without him& i love him more than myself....... some conversation again..... then i told him that wait here i am coming with my bags in two seconds... i asked him for promise & he promised me... but as i returned with the bag, he vanished.... I was so crestfallen & broken that i went to a mountain to its edge, cut my hand, stabbed myself with the knife & climbed off the mountain.... then after this very moment i got up in a shock......

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I was in a open field with some friends. The scenery around us could be changed like channels on a television. I kept changing the the scenery and stopped at one where it was peace and quiet with crickets chirping in the background. My friends and I were happy and relieved that we had a scenery that was peace and quiet as we laid on the open field. Suddenly, an ambulance came rushing by us and stopped 15 meters from where we stood. My friends and I quickly got in a van and drove away from the ambulance. At this point, I remember reading the clock 11:59. As we drove off, I mentioned about how our lives were being controlled like the movie, The Truman Show. As I was speaking, a stranger came up running beside and knocked on the passenger door window of our van as we were driving away. This startled us and we drove faster to avoid confrontation with the stranger. I wake up and it is 9:56am.

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Supposedly dead person in a chair in a full red track suit, fake mustache and sunglasses. I was the only person who saw it move and when i tried to mention it to anyone else the thing "died" again. Suddenly were running only I'm facing backwards connected to whatever it was that was chasing it. Felt like my clothes were tight like they were being pulled like if something else were in then running the opposite direction and I could hear the wind in my ears just like I was running

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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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I was in my old house that burnt down on December 27th 2000; everything was rebuilt by this point. I felt extremely happy to be back in my old home. Most of the rooms in the house were the still the same and a little cluttered. Except for the upstairs (mine and Shelton’s bedrooms were modernized.) There was an odd person in my dream though. It was a person that I have not seen consciously before. He was wearing all black and not much taller than me and around the same age that I was in my dream. He kept pushing me, at first I would take it as an accident but it began to bother me in my dream. I said something to someone that was portrayed as the father figure in my dream but in real life is just an associate I work with, Glenn. Though he looks like Glenn he still has my dad’s personality. I mention that the next time he pushes me I was going to hit him and let him know how rude. Then I’m standing in the kitchen when this person comes up from the hall of what lead to the laundry room, he rudely pushes himself by Dan who was working at one of the counters. Seeing that he was headed my way I turned to face him. At this point he puts both hands up and pushes me in the chest to the point that I topple backwards into a cast iron collapsible shelving making it fall over with me. In my dream I had been hoping that Dan would see him push me and say or do something so I was relieved that Dan was in the room at this time. But instead of Dan saying or doing something to him he replies to me “what are we five? Do something next time.” At this point I feel a little peeved and embarrassed and go into the dining room where Glenn is sitting where an old desk used to sit against the wall to the kitchen, I mentioned what happened but he doesn’t respond. I continue walking through the dining room towards the living room and I see two small bean bag puffs on the floor that has two cats sleeping in them. I realize the one to be Purcy and instinctively want to go over to pet her but I stop because I realize she has passed and I notice another Persian looking cat next to her who I also recognize to be another passed pet. I wasn’t scared but more wanted to be sure I wasn’t crazy so I excitedly but at a normal level call out “Daddy! Daddy! Come look! Hurry!” he (Glenn) doesn’t respond again and I see the cats get up and walk towards the back of the couch. I realize that once they are out of sight they will disappear and I will have no proof that they were there. Then the scene goes to me sleeping on the couch and the house is dark, I have Spunky (another passed pet) by my side and two kittens on the floor near my feet. At the same time they get up and all walk towards the laundry room which startled me and I felt scared. I get off the couch (I’m wearing my pink and blue plaid pj shorts and socks with a white t-shirt on, why this stands out to me I don’t know) and walk towards the stairs that take me to my brothers and I’s room. I notice that the door to my room is closed still but I have no interest to see what it looks like but know that that is my room and I don’t feel willing to give it up. I knock on Shelton’s door and slowly open it and notice it’s uncomfortably warm in there. “Shelton something happened and I’m scared will you come look at it with me.” He was sleeping when I do this so he slowly stirs and responds “yeah sure” and removes the covers and gets out of bed, I notice he is sweating from the warm room. We then go down the stairs towards the laundry room. And he says “isn’t it nice that we have our old house back” I don’t say anything but at this point we are now in the Odd persons room that was the old cold laundry room. All of the animals are sitting on his bed in the semi crowded room and it is cold. Shelton and he begin talking and laughing around. I ask him why he stays in this room. He doesn’t say anything just shrugs and I tell him we have other rooms available in the house that are warm. Then I hear a couple talking outside. I glance out the window where I notice the drive way is very different and it is packed with cars that I don’t recognize but assume them to be from a Christmas party. They are parked in and are talking about how they are going to get out. I open the decaying window and explain that if I move my Saturn they may be able to get out. Once I do that I go inside and begin worrying about which room the odd person will take. I know the room upstairs is mine but I have yet to go in it and see what state it’s in. I realize that the room next to the living room is also closed and I begin to wonder which room I want but I’m scared to open the doors to see the states of the room. I instantly begin to think that I should call Logan because he would know what to do being that he had a home that burnt down when he was young. I take out a flip phone but I can’t seem to call him something is holding me back from doing it… literally. Then I wake up…?

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At times i wish i could read people better, it feels like I'm slowly losing my ability to think clearly on certain things. Or is it because i start trusting the wrong people I'm not sure truthfully. I know that there something on my mind subconsciously since my dreams which are always very vivid and detailed have been progressively getting worse in the sense of me being torn in to parts and dying not to mention all of my friends and family all but my girl friend why is that? In all these dreams i wake up to me either tearing up or the feeling of emptiness.

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It isn't just one dream, but many combined: For the past year, the same man has been appearing in my dreams. In the realistic dreams - the ones where I wake up confused because I think it's actually happened - he is often right beside me, as either my friend or boyfriend . But in the others, he appears only briefly. He may be stood in the distance, staring at me or may be walking past if I'm in a city or something. I always mention it to my dream 'friends' as well, if I'm with any. You can always rely on him to be there. Most of the characters in my dreams don't really have faces, but this guy does. When I'm awake I can't imagine it, but I know that he does because he's ridiculously handsome. I can only remember that he has dark hair and eyes (which is unusual for me, as I like blonde and blue eyed fellas). I used to dream nearly every night, and most of the time they were the ones where I knew him personally. I've even had sex with this guy in them. But recently, my dreams have been less often and in them he has mostly been far away. It's almost as if he's angry with me. What does it mean? And who or what does this guy represent?

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