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In my dream, I was in my class with my schoolmate and collagemate. There's a teacher whom I love so much. He was taking class and making all my friends to sing a song one by one. My turn was also coming. He was giving me priority comparing to others. He was not speaking but showing only actions. He wrote some of the letters hint to me to sing a song. I love him but he is married now with another and even in dream I was aware about his marriage. I saw him and his wife coming to my home.

I dreamt I gave birth to my ex boyfriend 's child, a baby boy. When it was born, they took it away and I got a feeling something was wrong. i ran through the hospital trying to find it. Meanwhile I became aware of the fact that I hadn't told my ex boyfriend about the baby. I was afraid he'd be angry with me for not telling him I was pregnant. Finally I found the baby and discovered it had slight deformities in the left eye and mouth. My heart sank as I'd wanted our baby to be perfect, a symbol of our prior union.

I had a dream that I Was in bed with 6 women and a man. I was asleep in my dream and woke up startled running to a window looking through it I see A guy that I feel is after us. I run and try to awaken my friend. In my dream i am Aware that i am On a time limit since they close the schools doors automatically at a certain time. I give up on trying to wake the man and go out through a window i think. I run and i am stopped by a Grasshopper who is keeping me from running so i Stomp and squish it . As i approach the school all the doors slam on me except for on that is Glitching and closing slowly as soon as i go through the door i Jump in a trashcan. The guy passes me . I am then with some other man and he takes me to a shack . When i am there i get startled by a visitor that i try to put out on conscience with something.

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.

I crash a car and it rolls. I run into my male friends house and drink water from his toothbrush cup in the bathroom. He knocks on the door. I tell him it's me and I will come downstairs. He is ok with this. I go downstairs and sit on the sofa. I am wearing loungewear. He is excited, animated. He is spraying perfume around the room. Being silly. He friend comes in. There are children in the room. No one seems to be aware of anyone else. My friends girlfriend walks into the lounge. She glares at me. I can tell she doesn't want be there. I ignore it. She speak to him then she leaves for work. She has a big purple streak in her hair.

I dream of girl in my church that is younger than me. She was wearing a yellow dress and it was Easter. I notice her husband or her children were with her. Then the dreamed switch me being in the backseat of a car with her and husband in the car. HE was holding their oldest daughter, I was not aware at the time of this dream she was pregnant. Then I saw my husband in a coffin and I started to scream for him to get up, and he did, and I saw this girl appear to be happy for me

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