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I had a dream isaw a friend she mentioned she&a lady named jocelyn had no way to work. The lady who she mentioned was my ex boyfriend /lover... Baby mother. I asked her "oh Ians babymother" she blurted out yes&ihad a fight with jocelyn&iwhooped her ass but ian hes in jail! The scene shifted to a jailhouse.we were there in an instant...my friend bammed on a glass wall &got his attention he said"hi"in a boredom voice..she pointed to me and when he realized it was me he stood up but i ran to the other side to get a better view but for some odd reason we couldnt. Before iknew it i awoke from that dream&the only thing on my mind was that he's in jail. Ian&I havent talked since may26.we talked for almost an hour at 4a.m we had a heart to heart talk he finally told me the things he was goin through&how sorry he is because i deserved better than him he emphasised &sounded as if he was soon to brake down in tears. He told me his heart is with me¬ with jocelyn he just doesnt have anywhere to stay.that same day bout 5a.m he brought me some money to pay my bills he gave me a kiss&said"ilove you helen" tho march29 He broke up with me because jocelyn had started drama betweenIan&I but we were still seeing one another talking about our issues. he said he wanted to get back with me&do it over again but i rejected the offer because iwas still severly hurt by the thigs he did to me&couldnt find it in my heart to forgive him just yet or trust him.

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I was at my high school, and had left my bag in a room, so I went back to get it. In there the room was dark, there were some of my friends and classmates taking a detention which was actually a revision workshop for the English language exam I had this morning. I stayed there for a while and am not sure why, the dream is blurry here. I then wondered why I was standing there and gathered my things and went out. Then things are fuzzy again. After that, I was in a cafe or perhaps a bar, and Alo from skins was there. He turned into Rich and then there were two of Rich. One of them was talking about not being sure if he should get together with or get back with a girl. I thought to myself that Rich and Alo are sexy. Then I left the cafe or bar and remember either myself or Rich did something to annoy or anger what I think were some old people. We ran along a street for about 2 seconds then stopped, because they were no longer chasing us. Then I saw my crush. I followed him down the street and he kept saying something, I think he was saying "First." When I caught up to him properly, rather than him just looking at me oddly as he usually does, he linked my arm and continue to say "First. I have to be first. I must be your first." I thought I heard him say. I thought he meant sex. I remembered he was no longer a virgin. Then we approach what I think looked like Buckingham palace. My crush spoke in a very posh voice about something and I knew he wanted to be first to get into the museum. We approached what I remember as a towel rail, a phone box and a one man tent with a zipper, which was bright and colourful. He turned me around and I thought that the tent was not for me and that he wanted sex with my friend instead. I thought he wanted to be first in the museum. He then span me around again and told me to leave my coat, so I laid it down in the tent and Ipped the tent closed. Then my crush said something and I turned to look at him. His hair was dissheveld. He spoke in a very posh voice. Then he put a dressing gown on the grass. The tent was pitched next to a short slope. He said "Poppy is missing!". I asked him what he meant and then thought that Poppy is a small doll of a girl. He kept her in the sleeve of the dressing gown. He said "I like for Poppy to haunt my night gowns nightly." he laid down on the grass on top of the dressing gown and I was knelt next to him. I thought I how I wanted to ruffle his hair. Then I was woken up.

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I had a dream isaw a friend she mentioned she&a lady named jocelyn had no way to work. The lady who she mentioned was my ex boyfriend /lover... Baby mother. I asked her "oh Ians babymother" she blurted out yes&ihad a fight with jocelyn&iwhooped her ass but ian hes in jail! The scene shifted to a jailhouse.we were there in an instant...my friend bammed on a glass wall &got his attention he said"hi"in a boredom voice..she pointed to me and when he realized it was me he stood up but i ran to the other side to get a better view but for some odd reason we couldnt.instantly i woke up&knew something was wrong

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I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

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A dark cloud was approaching my house, and I watched as it covered my house in mid for 5 minutes. Then my family went to some community meeting thing to talk about it. We were in the car park making our way towards the car, the sky was changing colour. I was driving the car home, the sky was now red. It sounds like a bad thing but we thought it was pretty. I saw a blue light, then saw it was a cars headlights. My mam told me not to pull up beside them but I did. It was the car of my famous celebrity (blue and oldish) but they weren't in it. In it was a man with a gun, he shot at the back door of the car and then in an animated voice said "now that ive shot the back door, I'll shoot through the front window". I ducked down and told me mam and brother to do the same. My mam bent her head but not low enough. I heard the shot but didn't see it hit her, but I saw blood coming out of her neck. It was realistic, like as if I couldnt hear or think when I heard the shot, it was a blur.

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