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Copacabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro is one of the nicest looking beach in the world, and for the world cup it also one of the loudest as well. Sadly I wasn’t there during the world cup; I was just there on vacation, the flight there was awful, nothing but turbulence, and if anybody knows me, I absolutely hate turbulence but she was holding my hand all the way there and it made me feel relaxed. We landed in the morning and we decided to do the first tourist attraction that everybody goes to, a stroll on the Copacabana beach, the stroll turned into a long walk along the whole beach and the most unforgettable part was when Jessica turned to me and she told me she loved me.

I was a bit older I was walking through a forest that I was newly put in and then a arrow was shot near my foot and there was a girl called Kate and I said who are you then she said "Kate" and she said we are in a tornement then my best freind came along and said "death is only for you" then Kate said run so I did she ran as well and said "here is a machete then I got teloported to a room with him accept he wasn't trying to kill me te door was glass but I didn't know were Kate was so I smashed th window and ran past the room with Kate in and grabbed a chair and smashed that window I said we have to get out of here and quick and then she said "no it is safe here" it is night we are out the arena until morning.

Copacabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro is one of the nicest looking beach in the world, and for the world cup it also one of the loudest as well. Sadly I wasn’t there during the world cup; I was just there on vacation, the flight there was awful, nothing but turbulence, and if anybody knows me, I absolutely hate turbulence but she was holding my hand all the way there and it made me feel relaxed. We landed in the morning and we decided to do the first tourist attraction that everybody goes to, a stroll on the Copacabana beach, the stroll turned into a long walk along the whole beach and the most unforgettable part was when Jessica turned to me and she told me she loved me,

I looked out my window and suddenly i was walking down into a pasture and then i found out i was supposed to be working on a case about a cat,one particularly weird cat. I found myself at a tree where under it was an old man crying,the old man had a white long sleeved shirt on but was dirty from dirt on it and a pair of dirty old overhauls on over the shirt, he said he had an old cat named saidy ,apparently saidy had been “killed” so to speak. The old man told me that saidy was over there,and there she was laying in the pasture her body was scattered all over that particular area.The old cat was dismembered and was burnt,she looked like she had been burned and then dismembered but what bothered me was not the fact that the cat looked that way but that somebody would do something like that. The old man told me that it was a dark colored man wearing a green shirt and camouflage pants.By this disription i figured it was a african american the old man also told me he was about 6 ft probably so i’m guessing he was around his 30s,i still could not figure out what a guy like that would want with this old guy,but later on that morning i figued out the aparently i was a cat whisper? i guess,but anyhow they wanted to see if i could read the cat’s “death” i guess in other words ask the cat’s dead body how it died. So me and the old man went into the barn and he gave me her head,her head had been severely burnt and one of her eyes were missing her head was of course dismembered from her body and it was a little flakey, but never the less because she was tortured when she died her soul was still around so i asked her how she died and immediately an image of a cat popped up in my head running around in fire trying to escape and thats it i woke up!

I am in a coffee shop or diner. It's very busy. My friend works there and I sit at the counter eating breakfast, and drinking coffee. It's early morning hours and dark outside, and snowing. All the waitresses have pony tails and aprons on. Surrounded by waitresses or women. My ex is eating breakfast with is friend, my friends husband. I'm nervous and fearful he will see me. I'm really scared to see him. My heart is breaking because I want to talk to him but I'm afraid. He see's me and I act like I don't see him. I turn away from him and talk to his friend Scott. My ex stands behind me trying to get my attention. He puts his chin on my shoulder because I have my back toward him. He comes up behind me and holds me very tight. I won't turn around. He talks to me. He asks me if I still love him. he tells me he misses me and thinks about me, and he says he loves me. I finally turn around and break down crying and put my face on his chest. He hugs me tight. I feel relief. I feel loved. He drops a bag but ignores it and continues to hold onto me not letting go. I stoop down to pick up the stuff and it's cakes, doughnuts, cheesecake, cookies, candy and he won't let go of me, his arm is still around me gripping me tight. I give him the stuff back and I finally tell him how much I miss him. He rejects me and tells me it's over and walks out the door, and I start crying. I chase after him and scream in a high voice how angry I am that he has left me there crying. He laughs at me. Some girl calls and I answer the telephone, her name is Diana, she asks my friend if I'm okay. We realize she is my ex's new girlfriend . I feel rejected, and ashamed. I feel I have no pride left. My boyfriend had bangs, his hair is brown and casually styled. Very relaxed. He's wearing a greyish blue sweatshirt and jeans. Hes carrying a white plastic bag full of sweets. He is shocked and happy to see me.

I'm in a diner I have never been, it's huge, my ex boyfriend is eating there with his friend. His wife is a good friend of mine and she works there in the dream not in real life. It's early morning and dark and snowing outside. He tries to say hi to me and I ignore him and turn my back. He puts his chin on my shoulder and holds me close. I cry. I won't turn around. He drops a bag full of cakes cookies, and candy. I start to pick up the treats and hand them to him. The whole time he won't take his arm away from holding me. He's holding on. His hair is different. It's longer, with bangs, a little wavy. He's thinner than normal. He is loving and kind, telling me he still loves me. He gets me to say it back. Once I do he tells me it's over and rejects me. He leaves me there crying, and walks away smiling.

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