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After a long journey I'm driving along a deserted street. On a boulevard in the distance I see four of my staff in boxes about the size of mailboxes. I get closer to see. They are locked in. They are standing in these boxes with hands tied. They see my and start begging to be let out. I'm very hesitant because I'm afraid of what they'll do when let out. I cautiously approach. Circle the boxes, talking to them to understand what they'll do if they're let out. I start unlocking the boxes. The last box is a Spanish man who has a temper. As soon as I let him loose he comes after me. He chases me. I immediately run for my car thinking this is my only chance. As I'm running I'm planning in my head how I can get into the car and lock it fast enough so that he can't get me. Now he has a knife. He's screaming. He's wild with rage. I'm out running him, but barely. I get to the car first, but my actions are very slow to close the door and lock it. No matter how I try I can't seem to move quickly. My fingers are on the lock but . My mind is racing, but my body is very slow. I don't get the car door closed in time. He wedges his arm in to force the door open. I struggle but can't stop him. He raises his hand to strike. He has an enormous machete. The sharp knife is coming towards me. He's going to kill me. I conscientiously wake myself from the dream and from sleep.

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.

I was sitting in a bar and there were very expensive whiskey bottles on the shelves. Two of my friends walked in and shot a spitball at me, but he missed and hit the shelf, sending a million dollars worth of whiskey shattered on the floor. Then a woman (who looked like my Chemistry teacher) ran by with a glowing stick in her hand. She ran by again and I asked her what she was doing. She then walked up and killed both my friends, making me extremely emotional. She then took me through the memories of a little boy, including his baseball games. Then, she took me to a white room where a convicted rapist was being held. The convicted rapist was apparently the grandfather of the little boy with the memories. The woman began reading the memories to the old man. She told me she had to do this everyday. The old man then motioned me over to a piano and we played a song together. (I have no idea how to play the piano, but I did perfectly in this.) Then, the woman asked the old man how he felt about his son. The old man said nothing. The woman then asked the old man how he felt about his grandson. The man said he wished his grandson was his son. The woman then turned to me and told me to "Solve the mystery" or something very vague like that. When I made the assumption the grandfather attacked the little boy, the woman locked me in a dark room with a purple door. She told me I wouldn't be able to get out until I solved the puzzle. I screamed for her to let me out, but she refused. Then I woke up mid scream.

My first dream occurred on Wednesday, October 10. In this dream, I was at some high school. All the lockers in the high school did not have locks on them. I then went into a class where the some teacher was talking about an environment disaster. Some oil pipeline had broke and leaked all the oil into a water supply by our school and our town did not have water. When I went to drink my water bottle I looked at it and oil suddenly appeared in it. I then woke up.

One night, I was at boarding school in Hogwarts during the Holocaust. And when I walked outside of the school doors, I was on a street in New York City. And after walking down the street for a while, I appeared in my math class, where I was trying to find away to close a door. I thought that if I tied a piece of string from the door to a locker, the door would close. And then when I couldn’t figure out how to shut the door, I walked outside of the classroom and I was back in Hogwarts.

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