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I was in Belgium (I'm actually Irish). I walked into a bar, and I met a man called Tom Dice. He's a 23 year old Belgian singer, and he was singing one of his songs - "Firekisses" - at the front of the bar. I knew the lyrics so I sang along. After his slot was over he invited me to have a drink with him, and said "Hi, my name is Tom. I've been looking for a girl like you for so long." We talked for a while, and we went back to his apartment. We slept in his bed (which was shaped like a racing car) and my purse was bigger on the inside and it had all of my stuff in it. The next morning Tom and I flew to Vegas and got married.

My dad is unable, physically, to play baseball anymore but he was playing; he hit the ball hard and deep beyond the centre fielder, by the time they got the ball in he was only at second (being an extremely fast runner at one time) he looked at me and said "somethings wrong, I'm only at second base). there was a beer tent with spectators in it in the middle of the playing field. my friend jane was beside me and commented on my dad's hit, then proceeded to set her pet monkey down (she doesn't have one in real life). then my dad is on a pink couch dying, the crowd wouldn't let me through, he was really cold and people were putting blankets on him. i finally got through and kissed him; told him that he had to hang on, that i still needed him, please don't leave me. I was ready to do cpr on him if need be, he was getting stiff...no one called 911. i woke up before he died

I dreamed about watching a father with his sons and each with their bike. The youngest boy was the one who went behind the others. Then, there was some kind of space that they needed to 'jump' over with their bikes. All the boys made it, except for the youngest who was doubting, he did not believe he could do it. As he made the jump, I knew he had not put enough effort and would not make it to the other side. The boy grapped the side of this space, hanging in order not to fall. His father did not move to help him, he just watched the boy and expected him to climb up and get on the ground. The little boy was crying, and surrendered and fell. While everybody, including myself, thought that it was not a long fall, and that he would just fall on the ground a little below, I realized that there was no ground below, and that he had fallen a long distance, killing himself for sure. When his father realized this, he went mad, I had a terrible time, realizing I had not done anything...

I found myself at a high-school reunion many years in the future. The reunion was held in a large meeting hall or old house turned public gathering space. We were all outside on the porch; it was evening, and the sky was dark blue with yellow on the horizon. The house was white, made of bricks, and it looked like an old English manor with climbing roses and neatly-trimmed hedges. Most of the people there were my friends from grade 8 (I had this dream in grade 9), and though I don’t remember the topic of discussion, we all seemed fairly friendly. I then decided to go off by myself- there was a low, stone wall and a grove of trees separating the yard of the house from a beach, and as everything was well-lit by lanterns, I decided to walk along the beach and then swim in the ocean. The ocean was very calm, there was little wind and the waves were very subtle and slow, though I couldn’t see into the water because of the lighting. I was only in the ocean a few moments, and I was still in a shallow region where I could stand on the bottom and have my head above the surface, when I saw shark fins. I wasn’t afraid of them. The sharks then started moving in a very unusual way- their heads coming above the water so they were perpendicular to the surface and then going back down again, rapidly thrashing and squirming about. I got out of the water to see better what was going on, and I then saw the sharks walk out of the water; they had the heads and torsos of sharks and human legs. I then realized that they were part of a band which had become quite popular for some reason, called Onkle Donkle. I somehow became completely dry, despite having worn all my clothes into the water. The shark-people were wearing inner tubes (each differently coloured) and carrying their instruments (how, with no arms, I have no idea). Others had gathered around and saw the shark-people-band, but no-one seemed to care. I then went back to the reunion, where I went inside the house to see that my old friends were gone, and my colleagues from my job were there (I think I had joined the FBI). We then played an odd game with silver marbles and funny-looking cards.

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