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I was at a construction site, several men working with big logs. One man kept asking me what year this was. He said it was 2008 and said no it is 2014, he said really are you sure? The men kept asking me about the blue prints where were they? I told them I didn't know anything about blueprints I didn't even know why I was there. it looked like they were cleaning the logs to make hardwood floors. I woke up several times and went right back to this same dream.

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

I had a dream that it was 6th pd and for some reason Jake was in our class. Im not sure what started it but he started saying extremely offensive things insulting homosexuals and he would not shut up. Throughout the whole thing i couldn't speak no matter how much anger had built up. The thing was no one spoke up until i noticed Chris made this face of like I had enough of your shit stood up , walked over to jake who was right next to me and asked him Why do you hate them so much? What did they do to you? Is it cause you're brainwashed by religion that you're like this? Then jake got pissed and insulted Chris so Chris pushed him back. Then suddenly jake tried to punch him and i had stood up and stopped him from punching Chris. I did that twice throughout the confrontation. Finally it ended and towards the end of class Chris came over and hugged me as a thank you.

I was sitting in my friends vehicle on the passenger side and this man came to my side of the car to get something out of his vehicle. I didn't feel right so I quickly locked the doors. Probably 55 seconds later the man came to the front of my car acting like he was going to go inside but he turned and shot me in my head. I remember seeing the white flash come out of the gun and me sinking into my seat. Then I realized I wasn't dead and I was still breathing and when I woke up I was in my room fully awake.

The first thing I remember was being at home, getting ready for a dance. I got a dress shirt and suit. My dad drove me to my friend courtney's house, where me and a bunch of friends were meeting before the dance. I was inside, and I realized I had forgotten my tie. I asked my friend Thomas if he could drive me home so I could grab it. Courtney's dad told me not to bother, its not important. But I was self conscious so I still wanted to go home and grab my tie. Somebody asked me why I was here. Courtney must have heard, so she read the invitation letter out loud. It was a list of around fifteen people who had been invited, and at the end it said "and Andrew if he wants to come" (my name is Andrew) than she gave me a nervous smile, and I turned back to Thomas. I was annoyed that she had singled me out on the list, instead of just putting me with the other names. He agreed to drive me home, and we ended up at a tailgate. My friend Joe was there also, and we went around exploring at a fair for a bit, and bought some cinnamon covered pretzels that had way to much cinnamon, that kept going everywhere. We ended up back at Courtney's house, but I still didn't have my tie or my suit jacket, and I was really worried about it. We all were then outside a different house, and we went inside. we took an elevator down, the house was underground, so when we went back ouside we were inside a cavern. I was with a couple friends and my brother who all had random objects to defend themselves with. I lost a shield I had been using. I saw Courtney around the corner, so I asked my brother if I could borrow the guitar he was holding. He was annoyed so I took it from him. I went up to Courtney, who had claws for hands and was trying to kill me. I was holding her back with the guitar, and all I wanted to do was talk to her and apologize, and make everything right. She just laughed, and impaled me. I woke up.

My family and my boyfriend and I were walking in this, almost like, a forest. Then my boyfriend climbed in this unsteady swing and fell off a tree. Then we all came home and I tucked him in bed. Then after that, I dreamed that my family and I were taking a walk to church and my mom was talking really loud about my boyfriend , and then I notice my boyfriend 's ex walking by me. Then his ex goes to see him, and I get really mad and storm away out of church. But then my boyfriend runs after me calling my name and asks if we could talk. So then we go to his truck and we end up driving across this abandoned desert field and I notice a group of cops pointing guns at a cop in the middle. They end up shooting the cop, and I tell my boyfriend to drive away. I hear one of the cops saying, "No one can know about this." I turn to look at my boyfriend who is driving away, when I notice a cop on a motorcycle chasing us. The cop ends up shooting my boyfriend and killing him. I somehow manage to get away and my subconscious won't grasp that he's really dead, so in my dream I call his phone, but of course, he doesn't answer. Then I'm somehow back at church with my family, and I notice my boyfriend a couple seats away. I go up to him and ask him if he wants to sit with us, and he agrees. He sits by my mom because he doesn't want the aisle seat. Then my mom is talking really loud again to my dad about my boyfriend , and my boyfriend overhears and asks what they are saying. My mom goes on to say, "We don't think you are saved." To which my boyfriend replies, "You're right. I'm not saved."

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