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The dream that I want to analyze is the dream that I had when I was about 5 years old. It is a dream that I have never forgotten. In my dream it is the end of the world and it is raining fireballs. I am still only 5 in my dream and I am running through a city with other people looking for shelter from the fireballs. A group of about 20 of us find a beautiful church in the middle of the city and decide to seek shelter there. When we do get inside the church, it is quiet and peaceful as if nothing was happening outside. At the altar of the church is a coffin and slowly all of us walk towards it. As we approach the coffin everyone begins to stop and I find myself walking up to it alone. I turn around and look at everyone, and I can see fear in there eyes. I am full of curiosity, and I turn around and walk up to the coffin and open it up. And in an instant an Angel flies up to the ceiling of the church and stretches his wings and looks down upon us. He is beautiful and glowing in this beautiful white light. He speaks to me without opening his mouth and tells me that everything will be okay. And I believe him. There is more to the dream but for the sake of the assignment I will end it here.

Well i was in someone else s body when my dream first started i don't know who i was i just know i was looking at myself and i was yelling at whoever i was then i said something and then i watched me as myself beat the living shit out of me and i was begging to stop but my fist kept slamming against my face and then there was blood all over my face and my hair was wet then i remember going back into my body looking up for a second before a fist came slamming down into my face and knocking me out i woke up and saw my bloody self on the ground but from several angles i started to cough and spit up blood i slowly stood up and i splashed water on my face i look up and i saw something in the back ground it looked like me but pure sick smile twirling a blade in his hands and he said something to me but i couldn't hear next thing i know im in his body again and he stabbed me and i could not only see the smile but i could feel the smile i woke up again i had stitches in my body then i woke up inside my dream i was on my bed surrounded by water the sound of distant dripping was coming closer and i saw something like a ghost and it vanished almost as near as i saw it then i heard voices.then i woke up again i was the evil guy again and he was smashing his fist into a mirror like he was trying to get something out of it or maybe he just hated the site of himself he kept punching until the blood gushed out of his hand then he smiled and turned around to see something he smiled i saw he started to laugh a sick creepy laugh and whispered with a metallic voice come get me i could feel his smile quirk up again as he kicked the door down but it wasn't the kitchen instead a dark room with water in it which turned to blood and a person on a bed screaming with chains on his arms and legs he whispered again i got you now then everything turned white and i was alone in this bright white room just sitting there i was wearing a white shirt and pants and shoes my hair was black i could see my eyes had turned green i was just starring forward and then i woke up :/

I'm driving in a car with my husband and there are two tigers chasing us. They start out walking slowly towards us, then start running towards us in the car. My husband and I are arguing in the car about moving to a house we haven't even seen, he tells me that we need to move to it and I say we don't move when we've not even seen the house. The car won't go any faster, one tiger leaps lands on the roof of the car and jumps over the car and disappears around the corner on the road. The second tiger continues to follow us then disappears. We stop at a store I try to call 911 and the phone jumps out of my hand and smashes to pieces. I have another phone in my hand but I cannot seem to dial the right number no matter how hard I try. I can no longer see the tigers but I sense they are there and there is danger to me and my husband.

My dad passed away 4 years ago from cancer. He was more than my best friend and I have struggled with it to this day. I had always wished my dad could come to me in a dream but never did. Until last night. I passed him in a hallway and even though I knew he wasn't real I ran to him, held him close, when I looked at his face there he was looking back. Then slowly his face changed into someone else. I am Caucasian and so was my dad but the person he turned into was a black male I had never seen before. I live in a small community and I have only actually met 3 or 4 black people in my life. The man then got angry for hugging him and thinking he was my dad then chased me. I woke up moments later...

I was large, large like a god looking down on a small earth. I was looking over the ocean and I could see a man. He had fallen overboard his ship. The ship could not save him; they could not reach him with the massive waves that swept them away. There was a whale in the water; this wale did not want the man to be saved. The whale was swimming rapidly drowning the man and pushing the ship further and further away. He made the man helpless killing him slowly. I could not stand to watch this any longer. I reached down and scoped the man up in my hands, and at that point I panicked. He needed CPR or some sort of help that I could not provide being so much larger. I looked around me surrounded by others just as large. I was shouting for help franticly asking what can I do! I got the same response from everyone that there was nothing I could do and to put him out of his misery. I could not bear this answer there had to be something anything. As he lay in my hand helpless something amazing happened he began to cough! He stumbled to the tip of my finger trying to stand. No one had noticed this small miracle in my hand but I. then suddenly he was being yanked out of my grasp. I could not pull back it would kill him! I was screaming I cannot remember if any words came out though I attempted. I could feel his tiny hands griping my finger for his life. The way they slipped from my hand holding with every ounce of energy he had. But the force pulling was much stronger. It was a man a friend of mine who knew I could not do what everyone thought needed to be done. No one had seen the man get up; they all believed he was suffering. He did not listen to my screams of horror and in that one swift movement this tiny miracle was gone. I will always remember those tiny hands the way they slipped from mine.

There are a group of male figures and they are all wearing black cloaks and I can't see any of there faces. The one in the middle of the group seems to be the leader. He steps forward and reveals his face. He slowly comes toward me until his face is right up against mine and he whispers my name. They all take turn whispering me my name and with each time they say it, it seams that they get more and more mad and angry sounding. He trying to look me in my eyes but I shut them and then I wake up. What does this mean?

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