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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.

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.

During holidays and summers, I work at a jewelry store in my hometown. I work primarily with Pandora brand jewelry. The set-up of the store seemed normal and realistic. We were all working open to close because there was a promotion that weekend. I remember looking and seeing a huge line of people waiting to be helped; the line weaved around the whole store and out the door. All the employees were busy helping people and it seemed as if everything was moving faster than normal time. Every time it was my turn to help a customer, someone either had me do something to help them, or they stole my customer, making it so I was never able to help a customer. This was very frustrating to me because we work off commission. I remember thinking, “I need this money because I have so many bills to pay with schools. They (my fellow employees) should know this and let me work.” I remember seeing my grandma leaving the store and was mad because she did not wait for me to help her. She just replied that I was busy with other things and she did not feel like waiting for me to finish.

I was having a quite normal dream mostly qhere we were having a pretty big dinner with some people that I knew and others I didn't really know but recognized from other dreams... even a few of the people that I was friends with or I had considered friend at some point was at the table. Then after that we went for ice cream with my parents and I it was a good time... we all come together afterward. All of a sudden my dream went stange and I people started going missing in my dream. Eventually there were individual people that we thought had bad intentions... so we tried to work together at first to figure it out but those people helping started to go missing too... eventually I found this man we had been looking for that frightened me in the large theater, and so I went to find the last person that I could find that had been looking for him too... so their were two staircases to choose from so I chose the one on the left... and I was quite surprised to be back in the room where we all had dinner and chatted and my bedroom, my brother's and one of my supposed friend's were there as well... my friend's room was open I believe dark and empty, my brother's room was closed but had light under it. I decided I wouldn't find the other "friend" here so I left to go up the other staircase, but then this other creepy woman was there, leaning across the banister, and she said something to me that I can't remember, but it was weird... I knew in my heart she wasn't someone I could trust so I wen back down the stairs to the theater again, and wasn't sure what to do about the mysteriously creepy man or woman... so I finally tried to hide I guess amidst the other people in the theater listening to the person on stage speak... but the woman found me and was standing in front of me, and I got freaked out I think and she said something... then I woke up all sweaty and with a headache, pretty sure I had been thrashing about haha... what does this mean??

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