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Im in school and I keep seeing my ex boyfriend Jerry kissing his girlfriend Gillian but she is really in a girl named Debins body. I scream profanity at him everytime he shows her affection. Jerry is my first love. I am in my elementary school in my IEP class and everyone is getting on the bus and I see Jerry runnin towards the buses. Suddenly I am in Jerrys house and he is trying to kill himself by mixing a bunch of chemicals and smoking them. His older sister blames me for him trying to kill himself.

Im in school and I keep seeing my ex boyfriend Jerry kissing his girlfriend Gillian but she is really in a girl named Debins body. I scream profanity at him everytime he shows her affection. Jerry is my first love. I am in my elementary school in my IEP class and everyone is getting on the bus and I see Jerry runnin towards the buses. Suddenly I am in Jerrys house and he is trying to kill himself by mixing a bunch of chemicals and smoking them. His older sister blames me for him trying to kill himself.

I dreamt about a guy who was older that I fancied. He was a true nature's man, fishing and playing sports. We met at some sports programme in a small town and as my classmates and I were leaving in the bus, we came across this bridge in the bus, under it a beautiful scenery of a lake. There I saw a man walk out of it. Suddenly, I was down there with the man, the guy I liked. He was catching fished with his hands though the water didn't look it's best and there was litter in it. He was being all serious focusing on fishing whilst I sit beside him attempting to crack stupid jokes.

I dreamed that I was walking in a neighborhood that seemed familiar in my dream but I didn't recognize it while awake. I turned a corner and saw a little old lady moving stuff from her house to her car, I said hello like I knew her and helped her a little, I guess. She then told me she was moving and that I could have her house. She said, "You can stay here, you can have it, I know you'll take good care of it", and I did stay. It was a little white house with a raised lawn, 3 steps to go from the sidewalk onto the front lawn and then a pathway to the front stairs and door. After that, I just remember being in the kitchen with my mom, my dad, my little sister, my older sister, and my older brother. My dad had just finished installing a kitchen light and I was sitting on a stool. We were all happy and smiling and they were getting ready to leave me in my new house.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

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