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I was on the way to church and I stop to use the bathroom before leaving the house. My mom and sister were in the other room waiting. Then all of a sudden a big brown moth flew in the door and at my face. I hit at it but it kept coming back. Shamar from criminal minds was there and he ran in the bathroom and said what's wrong. I pointed at the moth. He grabbed it took it outside. Before he came back the same moth flew in the bathroom again. I fell in the tub and called for Shamar, he came back and the moth flew in the tub and started crawling towards me. Shamar hit it but it kept coming and he hit it again but it kept coming so then he grabbed it took it to the bathroom trashcan and broke his neck and he looked at me and said stop crying its dead now. Then my mom called my name and I woke up.

My dream was about me and my friend whose younger then me she is a little kid. So i was going with her to the bathroom because she needed to use it and she couldn't go alone which she is a little kid. So i went and when she knocked on the door to check if someone was inside no one answered. She told me someone was inside and i knocked and a lady stuck her head out she looked like a ghost. Then he slowly disappeared through the near by window. And then i woke up all scared.

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.

I was sitting home alone on a stormy evening. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, which struck me as odd since no one was supposed to be home for another two hours. So I sat still and pretended not to hear anything, but the knock came again. The air around me became cold and lifeless. As if I was inhaling chalk. Then I heard it, the sharp bullet fire followed by the cracking of wood. The door hinge dropped lifelessly to the floor, followed by the door itself. Then a man wearing all black was in its place. Immediately I sprung up and lunged for the back door, but the man was trailing at my heels. Then as if I had went through a wormhole of time I was running through the slummy streets of a crime filled city, the fiend still close behind. I’m running so fast my feet don’t feel a part of my body anymore, I sharply turn but am reluctant to find myself trapped in a dead end alleyway. As I frantically turn he has the gun pointed to my forehead, before he gets the chance to shoot I’m jolted awake.

During holidays and summers, I work at a jewelry store in my hometown. I work primarily with Pandora brand jewelry. The set-up of the store seemed normal and realistic. We were all working open to close because there was a promotion that weekend. I remember looking and seeing a huge line of people waiting to be helped; the line weaved around the whole store and out the door. All the employees were busy helping people and it seemed as if everything was moving faster than normal time. Every time it was my turn to help a customer, someone either had me do something to help them, or they stole my customer, making it so I was never able to help a customer. This was very frustrating to me because we work off commission. I remember thinking, “I need this money because I have so many bills to pay with schools. They (my fellow employees) should know this and let me work.” I remember seeing my grandma leaving the store and was mad because she did not wait for me to help her. She just replied that I was busy with other things and she did not feel like waiting for me to finish.

My husband and I were driving down a road. Came to a four way stop. There's a line of cara coming toward us on the road we want to go down, but it's narrow. I drive forward and he says let's see how you do. I realize that there is a huge drop off on my side if the road and if I go to fr to the left at all, our car will fall into the mud. I can't keep the car exactly in the right spot and we fall in slow motion. My side is in the mud. We are both ok. We unbuckle and try to get out but realize that we are sinking and we can't roll down the windows. And we can't open the doors. Then we panic and leave people at my office voicemails. Then I realize we are probably going to die. Then I decide its all a dream and wake up but only in the dream. . .

I was cooking with my mom and i get a txt from a guy that has liked me for four years telling me to be ready at 7:30 because him and his family were going to take me to the movies so at 7:25 i hear a car honk and i go outside and it was my ex but at the same time the other guy arrived with his family and i told the guy to hold on and walk over to my x's car and i see that my friends are in the back seat and all of a sudden he pulls me in the car and closes the door and drives off and im screaming and hitting him telling him to take me back and hes like no im not taking you back untill you forgive me because i love you and want you back i promise not to hurt you again and then i started crying and he was crying saying he was sorry and i was like no i cant do it anymore not again it hurt me a lot and he grabbed me and kissed me and i said ok its your last chance and he said thank you i promise never to hurt you again then he said we were gonna go to the zoo with my friends on the max so when we get to max there is a big fish tank and he went over to look at the fish when he had just crossed to the other side the max gets there and thinking he got on from the other side my friends and i get on the max and drive on when we noticed he wasnt there we get off at the next stop and thats when i see the other guy and his parents are screaming at him telling him that hes not man enough thats why i didnt choose him so i go over there and start telling then not to talk to him that way and i apologize to the boy and then i wake up crying

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