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First dream My brother and I were walking I could see trees and maybe some water I don’t know why we where there but I’ve been there before we walked down a big hill and then I said that we turn right down this fresh black road with fresh yellow painted lines my mother and aunt were walking be hind us I told them to go back to the car and they did I think chance asked me if I was sure if this was the right way and I said yes. That’s all I can remember about that road then we talk to a kid name Dane Matthew his dad owns a trucking company and all I remember is that he said his dad went to jail for drugs and that his dad told him to get his workers there money and Dane said that this guy was his dads biggest drug dealer and that he had to get him his money and I looked at the address and it started with a “B” and I had herd of it the check was made out for 24,000 dollars and we took it from Dane and all the other checks and we got him arrested or tied up and that was it with Dane and then we were walking again we ended up by a Casey’s gas station where I saw a cop driving by and I waved him to stop and I asked him if he new where the street that started with a “B” and he said he just came from there and that there was a shooting there and then he told us directions but I cant remember what they where and I asked him if he was going that way and he said no and then I asked could he give us a lift and he said he was going the opposite direction and that he was going to the gate to get off and then he drove off and then all off a sudden were at the house and it was a brown or tan colored house and chance nocked on the door and the half black or light brown man answer the door and said what the hell do you want and chance put the pointed his gun at his head and we walked in the house as the light brown man backed up and that’s when I woke up. Second dream I was driving my brother wasn’t with me no one was with me same road that we walked the freshly paned yellow striped black road I was driving down the road then all off a sudden I ran out of gas in a bad area across from the gas station I got out of my car and form a distance be hind me I herd come here bitch and it was directed toward me and I turned around and puffed out my chest to look intimidating and he had a gun or a knife in his hand and I ran to the gas station and he ran after me but stopped when I went in he waited out side it was dark and the gas station was closing in 5 minutes or so I think and he walked back across the street and the gas station closed I tried to call my brother but had know service and the out side lights where the gas pups were at shut off and some how my car was next to a gas pump but the guys were still a cross the street and I ran to my car and closed the door and there they where I saw three light brown guys and one in a scream mask but some how my passenger door wasn’t locked and a guy that I know got in and had a booie knife and I said are you really going to try and kill me I know you your not a killer and he said something but I woke up. 5:34 am

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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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I walked into a dilapidated mansion and found three African American children living there along with their caregiver, a long lost friend of mine from high school. We were both very happy to see each other but I noticed that my friend seemed incredibly sad. The next day there was a party for me in the house but I didn't care about the party or the guests, only finding my friend. I finally found him sitting alone in the back of a car. I joined him and asked him why he was so sad. He said he wanted me to stay with him and the children because he loved me.

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I moved into my old house where the people who lived there were not happy to see me. I told this person i used to know to take me next door were my friends lived. She took me there and everybody was suprised. Then we went upstairs in the house and she told evrybody to come out. Everybody came out to look the people on the left and on the right came over and hugged me. But the person in front of me was just staring at me when i said to him we need to talk. Then i went into his room and locked the door, and the other people were trying to listen in. Then he kissed me and said u dont know how much i missed you.

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To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. Too many strangers in this house. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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