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I entered a room full of people. I did not know some of the people, while the rest of the people were friends of mine. Most of them I do not really talk to anymore. A very close friend of mine was also here. I thought of to be strange because he lives all the way up in Maine. I remember, as I entered the room I was upset or sad about something. I was going around the room and talking to people. Then, I see this woman/girl. She shorter and than me and her head was about chest level. She also has brown hair. She smiles at me and I smile back at her. We walk up to each other and then we hug. After the hug everything goes black and I do not remember the girls face.

So I used to have a 20x15 above ground pool at my dads that we built a deck around from the back porch of the house so it was easy access. But in my dream it was underground and inside the garage for some reason. And the whole time there's just a bunch of random people I don't know swimming and we're all having a good time. Some people made a human pyramid in the pool and others kept pushing them down. Then all of a sudden the pool filled with like dirt where you couldn't see the bottom anymore and someone is screaming that there is a 6 year old missing so I started to freak out because I was almost certain the kid drowned and it was too late cause he/she was missing for a while. So I ran to find my dad to make him drain the pool and he was taking forever to get out there. He wasn't taking it seriously at all. I was the only one who was. When I ran back out to the pool my dad and stepmom were already there casually draining the pool and the dirt cleared out and I saw the kid. And my stepmom very casually said "it's Skylar". (Skylar is my bio sister) Like wasn't worried or anything that she is stuck at the bottom of the pool. But for some reason. My sister was only 6. It was the 6 year old version of her and she just turned 19 this year. It didn't make sense to me at all cause I was still 21. So I tried jumpin in the pool to grab her but all of a sudden I was 8 again and I couldn't make it to the bottom because it was 12ft deep. And that was before I could reach it... right after I jumped in and couldn’t reach her I woke up

I walk from the upper floor, where the higher years mingle, down to the 2 1/2 floor. I look into glass walled study rooms. A girl I am interested in is there. She comes out and greets me with an uncharacteristcally friendly hug. She looks excited and relieved about something. She leads me towards the stairs that lead out of the building to a beautiful sunset over neatly kept lawns. Before we can decend she is urged by someone on her research team that something needs to finalize some details before submitting. She obliges and implores me to go ahead and she will catch up. I kiss the top right corner of her face and she rushes off with her team. I turn back the way I came to the open stairs that are white, unsupported, and look like they were built to replicate orbital paths. The roof makes the building look spherical. I walk downward and see some friends. I greet them without stopping. Something is on my mind. I have some objective, but I don't know what it is. The whole building shakes and the other stairs fall. People disappear without a trace. I notice a man wearing a dark pink or extremely faded red sweater with the hood up. He seems to be bald. He has a brown and round goatee. He is standing on a scaffolding a floor above me and about 10-20 meters ahead of me. He is armed with a rifle he needs two hands to fire. He sees me and lifts the gun against his should and fast walks towards an exit that leads outside of the building. I wake up in an apartment room. The walls begin at my hips. Beneath the wall there is just a railing like on a flimsy deck. I can see the floor below me. It's a hotel lobby. It's dirty and the lights make everything a shade of piss yellow. The door has a lock, and an opaque window that takes up most of the top center. There is a second opaque window that is as tall as the door on the same side as the lock on the door. Someone in the lobby came and asked about me. I lay down and pretend to be asleep since they could see me if I was standing. The man at the desk points to my room. The man asking about me is dressed in all black and is wearing a comically large brimmed hat with a red feather. He pulls a 2 meter long weapon from his suit case and aims it towards where he thinks I am sleeping and fires. It's less than a few inches from my head. The whole pours out light, white debris, and doves mixed in with both. I roll frantically, open my door and run as fast as I can away from the lobby. I exit the back door and see a bowling alley. People are bowling and buying booze. I am a little flabberghasted because just the night before it was a theatre. I remember following a young woman in a purple dress outside. She was crying, her boyfriend commanded her into the car. It was an expensive looking car. Her hair was done up in a nice looking bun. She saw me come to her rescue and she smiled and wiped her tears away and got into the car. Regardless of last night it was currently a bowling alley. The person behind the bar was an old friend. He offered me a beer. I drank a couple sips and thanked him before running out the far door and seeing my world. I was 20 years in the past outside of a thrift store wearing a varsity jacket and remembering when this thrift store used to be a bowling alley when I was a kid.

I am in a large, turn of the century house. I wander through it, looking for someone, but I can't remember who - or who owns the house. The dream is vivid. I can hear chickens, smell dust and mustiness in rarely used spaces, I can pick up and examine objects (many of which I remember from somewhere. These things are detailed, often personal, lovely but I can't remember who they belong to or if they might have been mine at that time somehow), I can feel the heat of the fire in the stove and delight at using the water pump in the summer kitchen. It all feels familiar as I search the house up to the attic and then down (very steep, narrow stairs to that attic!) When I get to the cellar door in the kitchen, I start to feel foreboding - but compelled to keep searching. As I go down the stairs to the cellar, I can identify the coal shed door, on old cast iron heater of some kind and another door. I look through the cellar, open the door to the coal shed and then approach the other door. It is identifiably different or out of place but I can't pin down exactly how it is different or what makes it out of place. I do "know" that I am strongly compelled to open it - and too terrified to. Extreme dread and foreboding when I reach for that doorknob usually wake me - sometimmes screaming. I have wakened my family peiodically through my life with this. I can't remember the first time I had the dream but I've had it throughout my life. It tends to leave me very nervous and unsettled, sometimes for days.

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