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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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Had a dream last night. Started by going with friends (unknown) on a bus to a city to some event. Got split up with them and ended up walking 18 miles down a road at night. Finally made it to some camp, but didn't want to go inside. Fell asleep on top of a big tree. When I woke in the morning, I was laying in what appeared to be a nest. As I looked around, I realized I was being watched by a bunch of birds that were the same color as the leaves. These birds are unlike any other that I have ever seen before. They had a flat shape with flat beaks and never made a sound, just stared at you. I cautiously got down from the tree and looked around wondering where I was. I saw a small pond down the hill and a little girl standing there. I went to her and asked where I was. She didn't answer me, but invited me into the camp. I went in with her and the small camp seemed to turn into a never ending maze of rooms. In one bedroom, she told me that this is where an old man and woman both died in there sleep. At that moment, I was back outside by myself. As I looked around again, I realized I was seeing those same birds again everywhere, except that they weren't all green. They were hidden by what they were on by being the same color as that item. The birds in the tree were green, ones on the fence were brown, on the roof were black, flying around were blue, and on the birch tree were white. Where ever they were, they were the same color. Always quiet and staring, they were every where and the more I started realizing what to look for to find them, the more I saw. Almost felt like I was being over run by them, but never felt afraid. This is where the dream ends.

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I was sitting at a desk talking to a unknown black man with dreadlocks about a job I platted his hair. I left the room went outside I had on red panties and a t-shirt and was not embarrassed. I ran from a crowd of people that was drinking champagne. I ran around a wooden fence that had a hole in it. Onc I got around the fence all of my family was in a field. My brother was playing with a football with my nephew and my sister was complaining to my dad about his behavior. My uncle was talking to someone.

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