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I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

On Friday I had a dream about Homecoming. In this dream I was getting ready for Homecoming with my friends at a hotel in San Francisco. Instead of being at school, Dougherty’s Homecoming was being held in Los Angeles. After getting ready, my friends and I caught a cab to the airport so we could fly down to LA. Within 20 minutes of being in the air we began feeling some turbulence. The captain put on the fasten seatbelt sign and warned everyone to stay seated. All of a sudden the plane jolted and started falling down from the air and unknown speeds. Terrified, I held onto the armrests of my seat and prayed to God to make sure we do not die. All of a sudden there was a huge flash in the sky and the plane safely landed on some island. Surrounded by water and nothing but sand and palm trees, everyone began to panic. My friends and I sat on the beach in our Homecoming dresses waiting for someone to find help when all of a sudden we ended up on Hollywood Blvd.

Sunday night I had a dream about meeting One Direction at one of their concerts. My friends and I won tickets to a sold out concert in San Francisco and we also got backstage passes to meet the band. Instead of driving ourselves to the city, we got picked up in a helicopter and got dropped off on the roof of the concert hall. With front row seats, we got to touch their hands and feel the heat from the stage lights. They performed their entire album and we sang along to each and every song. During their performance of “One Thing,” I got invited to go onto stage so they could sing to me in front of the entire crowd of over 2,000 people. After the three hours concert ended, my friends and I went backstage to wait to meet everyone from One Direction. When they came out we all screamed with excitement and ran up to all of them. We took at least 30 pictures with them and I got to have some nice conversations with Harry Styles and Zayne Malik.

On an island, in order to leave you have to leave on a boat, everytime someone wanted to leave a little girl dressed in a black with black hair would appear, she then would throw axes at people on the boat and kill them. I finally escaped after only being hit once, however she headed out to sea after us. we dived and swam to an abandoned boat. in order for her not to see us we swam underneath the water. we could see her searching for us, then we got to the boat and she was waiting. we hit her with axes and then ended up trying to drown her, it was then that she became happy

During holidays and summers, I work at a jewelry store in my hometown. I work primarily with Pandora brand jewelry. The set-up of the store seemed normal and realistic. We were all working open to close because there was a promotion that weekend. I remember looking and seeing a huge line of people waiting to be helped; the line weaved around the whole store and out the door. All the employees were busy helping people and it seemed as if everything was moving faster than normal time. Every time it was my turn to help a customer, someone either had me do something to help them, or they stole my customer, making it so I was never able to help a customer. This was very frustrating to me because we work off commission. I remember thinking, “I need this money because I have so many bills to pay with schools. They (my fellow employees) should know this and let me work.” I remember seeing my grandma leaving the store and was mad because she did not wait for me to help her. She just replied that I was busy with other things and she did not feel like waiting for me to finish.

At dance moms house having fun knew no one in line for food waiting James shows up and try's to talk to me I see someone I know and try to show them that the actual girls from dance moms are there then I'm on James hams street and I'm looking for him and I see a tent and he's in it in a blue sleeping bag with stripes, I walk over to the tent and lean on it and then he turns and wakes up and yells at me to move I'm wrecking the tent and it will flip I say it's fine and move then his friends come around and a tennis ball starts to roll down the street and I run as fast as I can to catch it, and it hits off a curb and goes in the air, I try to catch it and it just misses my finger tips, then it goes down the hill and into the street I look both ways and then behind me I see him and his friends and then I look back both ways and start to cautiously run and stop because a car is coming from the right fast lane and I bolt back a it continues off into the woods, I tried to catch a pink one I think his friends threw as well, they were walking with him and saying wow she's fast and stuff about me trying to catch the ball, then as I walk towards there group he grabs me and says I'm sorry I want you back I tried to lift up my shirt a few times and couldn't and I saw a picture of him trying with other girls and then him saying I want you please don't break me, and then cried and kissed me and I said James I love you and he said it back, his friends seemed like "finally" 

I was on the way to church and I stop to use the bathroom before leaving the house. My mom and sister were in the other room waiting. Then all of a sudden a big brown moth flew in the door and at my face. I hit at it but it kept coming back. Shamar from criminal minds was there and he ran in the bathroom and said what's wrong. I pointed at the moth. He grabbed it took it outside. Before he came back the same moth flew in the bathroom again. I fell in the tub and called for Shamar, he came back and the moth flew in the tub and started crawling towards me. Shamar hit it but it kept coming and he hit it again but it kept coming so then he grabbed it took it to the bathroom trashcan and broke his neck and he looked at me and said stop crying its dead now. Then my mom called my name and I woke up.

I am about to wake up. I hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I realize I’m paralyzed and I try in vain to scream for help but I can’t make a sound. My head feels foggy and unfocused, like I’m of no substance. My body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it, trying to get the two to connect and move and free me. It’s as if my brain is trapped by my body. I can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise I cannot move. It terrifies me and I scream a silent, mental scream. No one even knows I’m screaming but me. When I finish screaming, I try to calm down and relax, thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does. I wait, consciousness still, for what feels like forever. I try to move again to no avail. I remember in a nightmare I had when I was younger, I squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up. I decide to try that again. I focus on my eyes, squeeze them shut, and open. Nothing. Again. Again. I can’t move. I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, and open them. This time I actually wake up.

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