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My dream was about a girlz, she looked familiar but i had no idea who she was. She liked trying to touch my boyfriend , like flirting with him. He seemed annoyed at first but when she backed into the driveway. She acted like she couldnt drive so he went up nd was going to help her nd then all of a sudden he was carrying her in his arms nd she playfully hit him with her purse. Next i know we were in his room with lots of people she comes in sits right behind us nd startz messing with him. I tell her to stop nd start getting physical. She keeps on nd then leans in to kiss him so he doesnt tell her stop or pulls away. So i feel he wants it so i put their heads together nd make him kiss her. Then he somehoe gets up nd i guess goes to get his mom nd call me to leave. Then i wake up mad nd sorta ina cold sweat.

I was at my childhood church, i looked towards the tree line and saw a car crashed into a tree, a woman got out and poured a liquid inside the car and set it on fire. I asked what she was doing. When i went to go put the fire out, she stopped me and said, "I can't let you do that, someone is paying for what they did. I looked again, and saw someone it looked like a child in the car that was burning. The woman and I fought, but i couldn't get close enough to help. I ran up to my family members and begged them to call 911, but no one believed me. No one would help, they told me that I was crazy. I woke up in a cold sweat...

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

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