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I was walking up the stairs of a wooden house that was shaped like a cyclops monster. As i was walking up the stairs one of them creaked and cracked and i knew something bad was going to happen, i didnt know what but i knew something was coming. The next thing i knew i was hiding behind a couch and stairs on the side of the road. There was a table of tea set up in front of it. The road was empty except for a few people and the sky was dark and blue, it seemed like night time. Then, as i was hiding, i saw the head of the house go rolling down the hill, lit on fire. Then i woke up.

The first dream that I am going to talk about is my experience with me and my friends going to a shack. This dream, is a reoccuring dream, that has happened around 4 times already. So what happens is I walk up to this place behind Hydro, in the dark, deep woods. I keep walking up this humongous hill, surrounded by trees, and wild animals. I really hate being up there, but I go because my friends will think I am cool if i do. So we go to this shack, it is probably only like 7 feet, by 6 feet, it is very small, and my friends have this plan. They had a plan that they are going to capture a moose, with their hands, and bring it into the shack, in the middle of everyone, and tie the moose on. After they have the moose tied on they decide, they are going to kill it with just their hands. I am really terrified of moose, so I run out of the shack, and run up to the gate that is up on top of the hill. When I get to the top there is a half man, half horse there, and it is Aaron Elgar's brother, David, and he is half man, half horse and he talks to me. So he calms me down, from the whole moose situation. So after talking to David for about a half hour, they finally have the moose killed. They slaughtered a poor animal there in a shack, with their bare hands. So I run, as fast as I can back down the hill. When I get down to the bottom, the whole place is turned into a field. There is a van coming my way so I get scared, and run. On the outskirts of the road are 6 sheep running towards me, they are able to communicate with me as well. So I keep walking, with my new best friends who are sheep, and we communicate until they run away. So I keep walking down a field of open, long grass. I run down the meadows with my crush, and we are holding hands, running along, like something you would see in a movie. Then my dad yells out to me, and tells me it is time to go milk the cows, and I run, but fall quickly to the ground and hurt my knees, and I am unable to stand back up.

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.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

I’m on an island. It is a tropical island in the middle of nowhere. There are palm trees and the blue ocean is surrounding the island for miles and there is no way off the island. For whatever reason I have unlimited food and water and all I do on the island for the duration of this dream is sit on the beach and relax. Then after a while a group of talking dolphins convince me to come swimming with them in the ocean. I agree because why not? Swimming with dolphins will be fun. I get into the water with the dolphins and for a while we have fun swimming around together. Then something happens, the dolphins get mean and vicious and eat me. I awake.

It was a common day; I went to swimming after school as I do every day. I was walking with my headphones on because I like to do that, so I keep walking and while I was walking I saw so many different people that were not part of my swimming club, so I taught that there was an activity on another sport that was not swimming and it was right it was an activity but the activity was a meet on my pool and a meet that I didn’t know, so I get confused because nobody tell me anything about that, there were music, parents shouting outside of the pool and it was full of people, my coach was walking as he used to do around the pool and when he saw me he told me that in a few minutes I will have to swim. I didn't want to swim because I was not feeling good to swim in that way without any sense of what was going on... Then I can't remember what else happen in my dream, I remember other part that was… Because I didn't want to swim I started singing and dancing in front of everyone and more people get there just to see me, then my closest friend started dancing too, it was funny and weird and while we were dancing my coach was getting angry, all people were clapping and we were so happy, we always do things like that in real life, then my alarm went off and I woke up laughing without any sense.

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