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In my dream I have a disagreement with my boyfriend who accuses me of being rude to someone I feel is trying to cheat or lie to me. I am upset and leave the premises on foot. It is nighttime. I get to a large field that is apparently a big parking lot with a few cars left. I don't remember how my boyfriend and I arrived or how I know to come to this parking lot but I suddenly realize I need a ride to get back home and now i have to wait for him. Oddly, it is my exes car I am frantically looking for but don't know what the car looks like. Suddenly at the edge of the road I see a big brown bear standing on his hind legs. There may be another smaller bear in the distance. I start to run because I know bears are very vicious and feel my life is in danger. The bear starts to chase me. Now all of a sudden an unidentified male who doesn't seem to be a stranger is beside me and we run towards a house with a ladder up against it. I climb the ladder but the space between the last rung and the roof is too wide and i cannot get to the roof. I decide to run into the house where the unidentified male has gone. We are in a plain, dingy, unattractive room. Maybe a bedroom with little to no furniture. There is 1 big window that looks as if it is frosted or plastic, not easy to see out of. I knock out the big picture window to get back outside. The bear is right on me. I am struggling to get through the window when I wake up. I don't know if I survived.

At first, a group of boys, from a church, apparently. They were searching something, me included. Behinf us, there was a forest, just as ahead. We were on a roughly rectangular clair. We tried to enter the forest ahead, which was full of thin trees. There was a nun, our caretaker. She was near a...tree. It was light colored and full of sections of "spikes", long and tbular, with flat tips. "You are the Lord's spikes" She said. We got really annoyed, since we were busy. There was a fight. One group wanted to explore south, and other one, north, I was on the side wanting to go north, since I had a map and that is where it pointed. They went south anyways. Weirdly, the map showed they walking. They arrived at the place I knew it was a beach, even if it wasn't shown on the map. There were names of unknown, dangerous islands on it, We called for them. After that, I was alone in the dream, going north. There were no longer forests, but plains with light green grass, with trees growing here and there. I found a full armor set, red, made out of copper, with protusions on some places. It was forgotten for the rest of the dream. I found a dog, tiny and brown, pretty much like my real life dog. There was a guillotine. Big, dangerous. Near it, a chest. A little further away, another one. I noticed that going near a chest made my dog go near the guillotine, so I deduced it was a trap. I went away, pondering whether I should try the further away chest, probably not connected to the trap. I pressed "E" to open the inventory. When I closed it, the dog had been beheaded and the chests were now signs with the reading: "Life is ------" I don't remember the last word. There was a beach. Not shown in the map, either, but beautiful. White sand near the short grass. This is where the dream ends, near the beach with unknown islands on the map.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

A little boy was always scared about his family dieing. His skin was pale white and he had dirty brown hair, he was really skinny, almost to the point where you could see his rib cage. He had different colored eyes for each family member, mom was red, dad was blue, sister was green and brother was yellow. When a family member died, his eyes went completely black. One cloudy and dark evening his eyes went completely black and he started getting really upset and scared. So he started self harming. He carved "enormous" on both of his cheeks, peeling the skin around those words, and wiped them really fast and hard with a rag. He had stitches everywhere. He cut off his left foot and attached a thin white rope from it to his neck. Out of no where one of my good friends, Rose, walked him, holding his hand, to a high white and gray pole, it had a little hole on the top of it where maybe a chain or something else could be hooked or tied to it. Rose and the little boy were both smiling and giggling while walking to that pole, once they got there, she help him tie his thin white rope to the hole at the top of the pole, and then he was hanged, with his left foot dangling. He died, smiling happily, and with Rose on the side just watching him with kind of a happy but sad little smile.

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