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I was on a train to my friend's birthday and she introduced me to a person I'd never met before. He told me about himself and that he was from North Korea. His boss called him from North Korea and said he had to come back. He hung up and I asked him if he liked North Korea. He said it was a bit scary at times and we heard yelling from the phone because he hadn't hung up properly. His boss said he was a traitor. We had to take him and his brother to the Australian Embassy.

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Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

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I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

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I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

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