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The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

I had a dream once that my parents and I went to this new restaurant in town. It was a buffet style place, and all they had was meat. A doctor then walks up to us, and tells us that the food is all human organs that have been donated to the restaurant for others' enjoyment. Then he tells us that we, too, can donate our organs. He says it's virtually painless and is done right there in the facility by professional doctors. My parents agree, and make me do it. After doing all the paperwork, they put me in a very small room, maybe 3 x 3 feet. A gas fills the room and completely numbs my body. The odor of the gas makes me feel sick, and doctors rush in before I vomit. I remember crying and shaking and screaming that I don't want to do it because I knew they were going to kill me. Then I woke up.

I woke up from sleeping outside my old college, University of Miami, where my professor was barbecuing. I chose not to talk to her though and noticed that I'd lost my bags from the night before and that I was also lost as I couldn't remember how I ended up sleeping back outside. I then noticed my phone was missing and that I remembered being at my parents house the night before but that they must have kicked me out of their house for some reason. I refused to call them to get my phone. Then I remember going into one of the dorm rooms and being followed by another man. He followed me into the room and tried to fight with me and we ended up having oral sex in the shower as I dominated him. Later, my stepmother's brother approached myself and a friend while we were walking down the street and I told him I'd lost my phone, to which he replied "why don't you create something?" He then called my stepmother and told her that I'd lost my phone and I'd left it at their house. He then got in his car, a puma car from a puma dealership and drove away. The man who was my uncle felt like a hero or protector who was guiding me in a direction I didn't know of.

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