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I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

I dreamt my first crush, he proposed me 15 years back and after a year we lost connection. yesterday night i dreamt him, as if he was dead and my few friends telling me that he is no more. and when i went to see him there were many who came to see him, but he was not dead, but in death bed, as soon as he saw many of us, he said no one should call me Naushad, my dad used to call me by that name, and he was very furious, he gets up from death bed and he asks us why all of us are here, and he asked do u know me ? to each and he asks me too.. and i said yes i know u , i was your junior and and recalls and smiles. and then he is normal, every one looks at us. e

My first crush is dead and my few friends telling me that he is no more. and when i went to see him there were many who came to see him, but he was not dead, but in death bed, as soon as he saw many of us, he said no one should call me Naushad, my dad used to call me by that name, and he was very furious, he gets up from death bed and he asks us why all of us are here, and he asked do u know me ? to each and he asks me too.. and i said yes i know u , i was your junior and and recalls and smiles. and then he is normal, every one looks at us. e

I woke up in a house and i go outside and i see people running and screaming and everything is on fire and burning and I hear someone say "there coming" and i turn around to see people in the house and im on the porch then i turn back around to see guns on the walk way up to the house across the street so i run to grab them and someone comes to the window and we chatch eyes its an old man and we stand there and look at eachother then i raise my hands and i said "can i have these" he shakes his head yes and i took all the guns and i ran back and when i got back everyone that was in the house was gone and i turn to look in the street and all i see is fire and screming people

I was standing with my friends watching a movie, the light was dimmed and there was tom who i knew standing to the side, he then called his friend nick who used to fancy me, but before he could speak to me i walked out of the room. i felt frustrated that he still liked me and that he didnt just give up, i may have been a bit rude but that is how i felt. i walked into a modern library made of wood, the lighting was light yet there were no windows. in the centre there was a balcony that overlooked the floor below. i stood and looked over the edge and that was when i saw a body of a boy being carried by 4 other boys. i didnt know whether he was dead or alive. they were carring the boy towards where i stood and that was when i recocnised one of the boys carring the unconcious boy. it was somone i have know for years and have always cared for him, i had moved away and haddnt seen him for years and he never knew how i felt. they walked past me and he saw me, i then started to walk towards the staircase from where they had come from. i turned back to see him and he was looking at me again. i then felt happy, i thought he might have remembered his feelings for me. i ran down the stairs to a large almost empty room with a light marble floor. light was coming from above. my teacher came up to me and asked to talk to me. we walked half way up a low wide staircase and sat down on the steps. then the boy who saw me appeared wearing a bold green rain coat and knelt down infront of us. he said to my teacher "sorry but i would like to speak to catherine" he then turned to me and said-"would you like to speak to me?" i knew what he meant. he meant 'do you still love me?'. to answer both his questions i said " yes please" i said it as if i were pleading. he then gave a sigh of relief and turned to my teacher, they started talking about our story, how he had always loved me. i couldn't hear much because i was still in shock with what just happened. i then slowly took his hand while he was talking to my teacher. i held his hand and lightly touched his finger tips. he smiled but kept talking to the teacher. we later walked off

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