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Me, my ex and my Ex's ex- girlfriend was in a warehouse working. It almost looked like an seafood market place because there were big rectangular fish tanks that you usually would see catfish and lobsters in. Instead, we seen spirits. if you said a certain word it word drive them crazy and they would show thier haggard faces or hand prints on the glass. The three of us challenged the spirits and continue to chant whatever the word was. Next thing i kn ow is that im being dragged by my feet. In my dream i see nothing grabbing me. NO ghost no spirit. Just the paranormal activity. I grab on to this chain hanging from the ceiling in order not to be dragged out the door. My ex and her ex girlfriend try to reach for me but by this time im too high in the air. I tell them im going to let go and for them to watch and see where the spirit is going to pull me to. i let go, they watched as they thought i was going to the next buliding over. They decided to take a shortcut to try to beat me there. Once they where out of sight, i was pulled in a total different direction. As so the paranormal activity had tricked them. Thats when I awaken.

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

In my dream It felt like I was on drugs and over dosed. Someone or something was Lifting my hand up and I opened my eyes and no one was there. I was like levitating. There was a party the night before And my little sister was trying to go but my aunt didn't let her I yelled at my sister for even trying to go. I almost beat my cousin dannys ass but I don't know why but he thought I feared him for some reason. Then at the end when i thought i was awake (this felt so real it scared me) someone was walking in my apartment and I heard footsteps then felt someone holding my facedown with a pillow and run I heard the door was open I tried to open my eyes and get up I couldn't I tried pinching my self and moving alot but I couldn't and then after trying really hard I woke up to the scene from my apartment which was just how I had it but without the pillow I couldn't move my body or talk in the beginning   of both scenes i yelled to my brother for help And the first time he came.

Me, my sister and my deceased dad are at the fair. We went into a resturant in the fair. Ordered mashed potatoes and more food. I wanted to bring my bag of stuff in but the owner of the resturant told me i couldn\'t. We argued and I lost the argument. Angry, I told my father to give me the keys to the car. He gives them to me and walk outside. I saw a woman I thought was creepy. I opened the car, put the items inside and locked it. Walked inside and witnessed a prank between a person and the news station. The news staion got revenge on the person. Heard laughing.

I am on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule of taking estrogen pills and I sing in a choir on the same days. I have to write down in a journal my dairy intake. Then I went to a house party hosted by a friend from college. I have a crush on her brother, but there was another guy interested in me. He was African American and showing me affection and giving me lots of drinks to get drunk. The guy I had a crush on was in another room playing video games, and when I felt I needed him to protect me from this other guy, I held on to his arm, trying to touch him in many ways. The guy I had a crush on finally helped me and saved me from the African American guy from getting too far sexually with me because I am a virgin. I thought about having sex for the first time on my wedding night.

I recently dreamt of a crowded airport terminal which had only elevators for means of transportation. I was young and was saying goodbye to my older adopted brother, whom was dressed in an official uniform similar to a marine's. He told me he was leaving me alone in order for us to have a better life. The place he was going was corrupt but no one knew at the time. Years later I was saying goodbye to my guy friend (We constantly flirted with each other until he left for college recently) at the same terminal but to a different destination. I was making sure he had everything when an unfamiliar face called me and I ran to her excited. We talked and I completely ignored my friend's upset and jealous calls to me. Finally he left and once I realized he was gone I desperately tried to push through the crowd to get to him but just missed with the elevator doors closing at the tips of my fingers. I hung my head and began to cry when I felt his arms wrap around my stomach and his face nuzzle in my neck with a smile on his face. He asked if he really thought he'd leave me without a proper goodbye and I smiled at him. He then left me and i watched him leave happily.

Me, my sister and my deceased dad are at the fair. We went into a resturant in the fair. Ordered mashed potatoes and more food. I wanted to bring my bag of stuff in but the owner of the resturant told me i couldn't. We argued and I lost the argument. Angry, I told my father to give me the keys to the car. He gives them to me and walk outside. I saw a woman I thought was creepy. I opened the car, put the items inside and locked it. Walked back inside and witnessed a prank between a person and the news station. The news staion got revenge on the person. Heard laughing.

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