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The beginning of the dream, we my mom, siblings, and me were at my aunts house with her ex husband and my four cousins. They lived in a mansion which is unusual because they do not make much money and he didn't work, only my aunt did. My aunt was talking about moving to a littler place while he got a job and lived at the house to pay it off. Earlier in the dream on the way to my aunts I saw my ex and we exchanged looks. The dream continued but we seemed to be by old buildings and we were standing in a work shed by a gas station. People were walking around. There were these stairs that led up to a room at the top of the building, maybe an apartment. Suddenly, a big storm started to happen. It was a black, dust storm. It was very strong winds and it was throwing bails of hay everywhere. Two of my cousins are young and I saw them try to run out of the work shed and I grabbed her by the shirt as quickly as possible to get a grip and she still struggled to get outside. I finally got her a told her it was best to stay in away from the storm. The people were panicking because we didn't understand what was going on. All the dust made it nearly pitch black outside, you could see nothing past it. Teenagers were running up the stairs toward the room, and that's why my little cousin wanted to go. Out of nowhere, coming in from the storm I saw my ex walking toward the stairs with a lollipop in his mouth and he seemed happy. I looked around and people were still puzzled about the storm. Then I woke up.

This guy, whom I barely know but really like a lot, french-kissed me, and he had something in his mouth, which he transported into my mouth during the kiss. And when I felt it in my mouth, I asked him: "what is that?", and he said it was speed (the drug).. Then I tried to spit as much of it out of my mouth as possible, and said that I have never done drugs in my life, and that I take some medication, which might have some serious consequences if mixed with drugs, and the guy's friend apologized to me and got kinda frightened, and then he locked me up in a room in the apartment where they all stayed, and I got really sad and tired and depressed, and the guy whom I really care for, didn't seem to care about me at all or about what just happened.. I don't think the drug has affected me much, I've probably spit the most of it out, but I did get a really depressed look on my face, and it seemed like the guy I care for even got disgusted by the sight of me... Can this dream be signifying what's really going on in my life? What I mean is: I really like this guy, whom I feel soulmate connection with, and who seems to be really attracted to me and like me too, but it's like he tries to ignore it and acts like he doesn't really care for me, which is very confusing and upsetting because I would really love to get to know him better.. So maybe this dream is telling me to forget about this guy, and if I'll trust him he's going to hurt me? Or can it actually mean something else or predict something?

I'm looking over a scene in a high rise building and a man is talking to a woman in an office about whether or not she believes the boss was really killed by a demon. She says, "Of course not" The man tells her to look up and there is a demon with the face of a goat, huge sharp teeth, long horns, claws for hands, large wings, black fur on its legs, and leathery skin on its stomach up to its neck and arms. It is crouching on a metal bar in the office. The man turns and walks out as the demon lunges at the woman. The door shuts and I'm outside the office. The man tells me and another coworker about what just happens. I say, "You left her in there?" He says yes so we run to the office and open the door to see the demon crouched over the woman with her intestines hanging out of its mouth and blood scattered everywhere. It looks up and suddenly lunges at me with its mouth wide open but before it can reach me the dream ends.

I woke up in Ross's apartment with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand, and I could hear Ross's xbox still going, but Ross was passed out with the controller still in his hand. I got up and started to stretch, when I heard something. Fast footsteps, but with slower, heavier footsteps behind them. The faster ones started to get even faster, until they were full out sprinting, but the heavier footsteps remained the same. Ross's apartement is in deep Osborne village, so it's normal to have people being loud at weird hours, but this time it was different. It sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever said, but you know how you learn your parent's footsteps before they come to your room? Or when someone enters your house and you know exactly who it is? The footsteps sounded like them. I hadn't heard them in so long. I carefully got up, making sure that Ross didn't wake up. I ran up the stairs, noticing that it was still dark outside, and got blinked a few times so that I could see. I found that the place was different at night – it looked more vintage. I tripped across the carpet, and a red light flashed in the reflection of a painting. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I looked closer to the red light in the reflection. I supposed that it was the reflection of the fire alarm, but then. Well, I heard a crash behind me, and when I turned around I felt myself being pushed to the ground, and a broken down pick-up truck, and I got pinned beteen the wall and the car. A girl walked out of the car, the same one, from the painting before. She walked up to me, trying to get out from between the car. She looked at me, in the eyes, I think, it was pretty dark, and then she lifted my chin. She mouthed the words, “I'm so sorry I had to do this” but I heard the words “16:00 408 HARBISON NEW.” And the 9 year old girl stroked my hair until I passed out.

I was at my Grandparent's house and heard music coming from outside. I couldn't figure out where the music was coming from, so my sister and I went outside to see. It was coming from my Grandparent's garage. The garage doors were open but the lights were off and we couldn't see anything or anyone inside. All of a sudden, a squirrel ran out and several forest animals followed. I ran back inside and when I opened the front door a soldier was standing to my right. I could see through him. I said hello and he kept facing forward. I closed the door and turned around and saw my Grandfather standing there. He was smiling at me. His skin was wrinkleless and he looked young. He didn't move his mouth when he spoke, but I could hear him. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. He told me how proud he was of me.

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

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