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I was trapped alone in this gigantic building that actually looked like a big high school and there weren't any exits and for some odd reason there were, between the hallways play structures and ball pits like in a playplace type of deal and it was completely dark and dead silent and I tried to get out every night I tried to find people every night but I couldn't I ended up spending every night just going around the place in circles, crying or looking for a way out afraid of what was lurking in the dark corners

I was in my ex apartment and they had left. I started snooping and found out he have a juice business worth 10000 dollars. I also found money that I stole. I had only took 20 dollars in bills . The baby and I exited the apartment and went down the stairs then I heard a neighbor call out my name so ran put the 12 floor went thru a door to get to another door which leads to a staircase. I exited at the 7 floor. I ran ran to my car where I left my mom, but was caught.

There was Andrew, Kenny, Ricardo, and Vicky. I gradually found out that my best friend Kenny had gone to see a Spongebob movie with Vicky, and it had lasted seven hours. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” I shouted at him. Vicky stood to the side looking guilty. Anxiety engulfed me; the realization that the only person true to me was Andrew made me flock to the younger boy in desperation. I started to slowly kiss his face, but petals formed where my lips intended on his skin. I exited the room; I glimpsed Kenny’s hurt face. I received a text that was elaborately decorated with newspaper cubes and strips, along with Kenny’s own dialog. He was hurting, and wanted forgiveness. “I was the paradox of a nun earlier, but you didn’t give me chance before you went over to Andrew and kissed his petals…”

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

Today, I took like a 15 minute nap. In that nap I dreamt. I dreamt that I was drunk/high without actually having had any of those substances. I could not walk straight, and nobody would help me. I drove with my mom in tow, who was little to no help as I ran a red light and treated a very busy intersection like it was a round-about with no exits. The car had breaks that wouldn't work, and my mother was yelling at me to do more illegal things as I sped through this apparently authority-free world. Then I walked away from a friend of mine and pulled a plug that was attached to my back and plugged into her chest out without even knowing. This is apparently what passes for a heart in this particular dream, as I was informed by paramedics who were passing by, but refused to stop to help. In their defense, I didn't help either, but that's because I woke up.

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