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This dream took place with me and two others in a car driving some place. We were having car problems, so we pulled into a parking area and got out to see what we could do to fix teh car. My grand dog was with us and a bit antsy, so I took him out on his leash and tried to find a place to tie him up to, so he wouldn't run away. At that point, one of my travel buddies, (whom I don't know in real life), came up to me and whispered, "don't look now, but it's the police!" I turned and sure enough, a police officer was coming our way. I realized there was a bunch of them going to their cars, parked a bit away from us in the lot, though we didn't notice them earlier. No lights going, it was as if they were all coming out of a restaurant or something. He came up to me and asked if he could help. Now, we didn't have the hood of the car opened or anything, so it did just look like we were parking--no car issues. So, I just told him the dog needed a break and I was looking to tie him up somewhere while we stretched our legs. (why we didn't walk the dog I don't know??) He helped me to tie him up at a pole, and the dog could look over the railing to see water below. It was like a river, the ocean, or something.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

Ok....so what I remember is talking to my female classmates into going to Vegas all together. We carpooled in each others cars, I drove a car that I guess was mine. We got down there and checked into our rooms and began our venture on foot. Some of us wanted to do different things so we split up into groups according to where we wanted to go. Me being stubborn and big headed decided to venture off with the smallest group and eventually do my own thing. The was this place kind of at the end of all the crazy nose and lights. I wanted to check it out and no one else did, so I went alone. I got up and started making my way to leave when some very big very built guy stopped me. He asked where I was from and why I was there. Asked me if I wanted a job and I said no. Told him my friends were probably worried about me and I needed to get going so they wouldn't have to look for me. I wasn't about to leave what I can enjoy....lol... I had lots of fun but after what seemed like a whole night I decided I should get going so my classmates don't worry about me. That's when the trouble started. I got up and started making my way to leave when some very big very built guy stopped me. He asked where I was from and why I was there. Asked me if I wanted a job and I said no. Told him my friends were probably worried about me and I needed to get going so they wouldn't have to look for me. That didn't seem to make him happy that I wanted to leave. He grabbed my arm and told me he just needed to talk some sense into me because I wasn't getting it. I didn't see what I wasn't missing out on. I was forcibly walked to an office and sat on a couch. Another big guy walked in and shut the door. The two guys looked me up and down then quietly talked amongst each other. Something was decided and I was moved to another room but this one was different. It had one purpose and that was not on my list..... I was forced by both guys to sit on a dirty smelly bed. One guy held me down while the other worked on handcuffing my legs. Then my wrists were handcuffed. My gut twisted into knots thinking about what was going to happen. My clothes were then cut off me and I could see a dresser that held things I didn't want to think about. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do it think. I stayed there for at least a week. That whole time was them breaking me in, I was told I wasn't missed. I wasn't wanted by anyone and no one would want me ever again.

Me and my friend (she lives in another state but we knew each other before she moved...if that helps) but we were at the beach.. for some reason it had to do with the beatles or something because of a song called 'the cove' (i have never heard of a song titled that before) then, we went up a hill to take pictures and all of a sudden we were in dresses. her dress was white with orange flowery designs and she was wearing a straw hat with an orange ribbon around it. we ended up walking to this place and the grass was really green and the sky was blue with white clouds and there was a wooden fence. looking over the brown fence i could see a bunch of cliffs and they were gray and it was really bright. then she wanted me to take a picture with a spring app that she had gotten on her phone. then i said "oh" and she thought i had taken the picture. then, i stopped her from leavng and told her i didn't take it yet and she got mad at me.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

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