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I'm trying to get to my car, I have to go trough some women's house to get there. I start stealing her movies for no apparent reason. Then she finds me, not stealing and invites me to a drink. While this happens both my sons disappear. I start yelling for my kids, specially my oldest since where older brother goes younger brother is not far behind. When I see her she's about to throw my youngest off a window, and he is holding for dear life. When I asked what she did to my oldest she told me she threw him out the window. I started to try and get out of the house but couldn't. I was still trying to find my oldest son, and ten I woke up crying.

I broke into a house that I have never been in in real life. After getting into the house I set up my iPad and started to play music and dance and look around the house. After about an hour I started painting my nails. Then about ten minutes after that the owner of the house came home and I started to panic and gather my things. I'm about to slip out the back door when I realize I left my nail polish so I go back to get it and have to hide while the woman comes in her house.

I was in prison for some reason but didn't think I deserved to be there. Outside the prison grounds were a lot like a school yard. There were two soccer fields, one small one normal sized with a track around it. They were on the left side of a clearing and above the small field was a jungle gym. I was put into the section for dangerous people because of a failed escape attempt (I think). The others and I made a plan to escape. The guards had this spray stuff that knocked you out if you breathed it in. Somehow I got a hold of some and used it to help get away. We took over a large orange and other coloured van and got away but only after I inhaled some of that spray. I was unconscious for two days according to the man I asked but everything had changed so much that it felt more like two years. In that time my friend found a new friend which made me feel lonely. For some reason, my brother, father and I were checking in on the cottage. Up in the loft we somehow transported to the edge of a city on a coast. Alone in the city, I was trying to use a pay phone. There was a long line and I pretended to know someone so I could cut in. The line seemed to disappear and I struggled to count out ten pennies which at first had stars instead of leaves on them. The guards showed up (about twelve) and an epic, manga or cartoon like battle occurred. I even thought that I was probably dreaming or imagining the battle because of how ridiculous it was so I decided to stop it. I was captured in the end and hooked up to a lie detector where I was uncooperative. A lady wearing a suit interrupted the interrogation for some reason. My perspective changed to a fly on the wall style. The same lady went to the dangerous people section and shot the guards with a pulse gun then shot the cell bars. She said for the men to come with her and with knowing grins they jumped right through the bars. The other men also attempted to do this but just hurt their shoulders. I somehow knew that this was part of a growing conspiracy. Strangely, at one point I was trying to jump on a moving train in my front entrance way. I knew there was actually no train so I pretended to jump on it and moved into the living room to take my seat in the box car.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

My first day at a new job, a big corporate office. I'm dressed in a nice skirt, blouse and heels. I'm in a meeting room with about ten other people including my mother and my five year old son. I'm pulling a chair out for me to sit in at the conference table when another woman walks up and tries to sit in it. I push her hand away and tell her I was pulling the chair out for me to sit in but she can sit in the one next to me. She mumbles but sits in the other chair. Another woman's child starts to cry and the boss has her take the child out of the room. My son starts to cry and he asks me to take my son out of the room. As I'm standing up to leave the room the woman next to me says you're going to be a bad mother. I jump on her and keep slapping her. Everyone laughs and I leave with my son.

I drept that I was in an airport, being chased by ten of my siblings. (I know what my siblings look like, and these were different people - even the siblings I have never met before.) Anyways, I ended up running though those tubes that connect to the plane door for a while, but they were clear, made of glass and eventually went underwater. At the end of the tube was Morgan Freeman, who I somehow knew was god. (Which is weird, because im an atheist.) He said that my shoe was untied, so I bent down to tie it but ended up underwater, swimming to the surface. I could not breath and woke up before I got to the surface.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, out Everyone is waiting for the light be afraid, don't be afraid the sun is shining out of my eyes it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you all when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on the face it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on your face it lays down painfully on your chest balance is lost it lets you go hard to the floor and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four And it will never fall from the sky Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun

I was in an airport and I realized that I forgot to purchase a ticket for my flight that leaves at 9:30. My destination was New York for New Years. I clearly distressed and running around the airport. I come to a cashier and buy a ticket for the 9:30 flight and he tells me that its 9:20. He then nods his head toward a very long line of people in which I have to get into, in order to print the ticket I just bought. I was feeling hopeless but still went to the back of the line. There I met a young woman about my age who was aslo late for her flight. She seemed be perfect. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, white complextion, a few freckles on her face, and a daisy in her hair. I can't remember all of what we talked about. I remember her saying she lived in Austin, TX with her aunt and remember feeling that she was an extremly sweet girl. At this point I start looking around for other printers where I can print my ticket. I knew that if I left to try and find a printer I might risk losing my spot in the line i was already in. I left anyway, but I couldn't find another printer so I went back hoping no one else got in line. Sure enough I returned and there were ten more people in line. I was hoping however that the sweet girl would let me cut behind her to get my spot back. To my suprise I saw her at the back of the line. I went up to her and asked her why she went to the back of the line. She told "Because I was waiting for you" At this moment It was as if she lifted all the distress I just had. I was full of joy and was at peace. Missing my flight no longer mattered. I don't remember when but somewhere in the dream I remember seeing an image of her hand or a hand with an engagement ring on it. I woke feeling very happy but also very curious about the dream. I have my own theories about the dreams but am intrested to see what others think.

My first day at a new job, a big corporate office. I'm dressed in a nice skirt, blouse and heels. I'm in a meeting room with about ten other people including my mother and my five year old son. I'm pulling a chair out for me to sit in at the conference table when another woman walks up and tries to sit in it. I push her hand away and tell her I was pulling the chair out for me to sit in but she can sit in the one next to me. She mumbles but sits in the other chair. Another woman's child starts to cry and the boss has her take the child out of the room. My son starts to cry and he asks me to take my son out of the room. As I'm standing up to leave the room the woman next to me says you're going to be a bad mother. I jump on her and keep slapping her. Everyone laughs and I leave with my son. I'm very happy and mad.

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