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My daughter Jaime and I were going for a walk. We are walking on a narrow path on a hill side with a huge hill covered in all grass on the right and on the left is a HUGE drop off. (I am not big on heights) Some spots the path is quite narrow and some spots is it a little wider. All and all, just a few feet wide. Anyway, as we are ascending, there is a curve to go around and there is almost no path left it is so narrow. As we look back, at the path, neither one of us really noticed all in all how narrow the path was. Then I got scared and woke up.

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I was on a treasure hunt, not the mystical fantasy kind, just and everyday one really. I was with a group of 17/18 year olds that I do not know, but I think I recognize. However, I defiantly know one of them though. She's this girl who's practically my big sister, and has always looked after me. I'm only 14, so I was the baby of the group, and was very much treated like that. It was day time, but dark and cloudy. I remember at one point I was in a big, dark, almost empty arcade that from the outside looked like a library. But all the games were for Xbox and i'm useless at Xbox games. There was this angry Chinese lady wearing a green kimono, who was forcing me to play these games, but for some reason I was absolutely terrified. I also remember at some point an old friend of mine passing in the background. However, this person was never a close friend, more of an acquaintance. Then I left the game arcade and everyone had left me. I know I vaguely recognize the place from real life somewhere, but not very well, so I was lost. I remember feeling terrified of being lost and alone. After that it started raining. I was so desperate to find a safe place that I just walked in a random direction hoping to find somewhere. I ended up in a park that now I think about it, is quite similar to a park near where I live (bushy park). I know something happened after that but I can't really remember. All I remember was at some point being in this grassy area with a few trees and seeing a gate that I needed to get to, because it had started raining VERY heavily. However there was a sort of swamp blocking my way, that was filling up with water, fast. There was a long trail of branches in the middle that I thought I could walk over to get to the gate. I'm still not sure why this gate was so important, but I know in the dream it was very very important for me to get to it. I think I remember walking across the logs the other way when I was entering the park and I did it fine. But this time was more difficult because of the rain and the rising water. I started to walk across it, but I didnt want to fall in in case my clothes got wetter than they already were, so I decided to scoot along on my butt and only get my legs wet. However, that didnt make any difference as the branches started sinking so when I got to the middle I was practically swimming. but I still carried on because I NEEDED to get to that gate. I finally got to the other side and stood on a clear patch of grass. I looked back at what I had just put myself through and noticed a dad and his son (who looked about 4) just watching me. They didnt do anything, just watched. Im not sure if anything else happened, but I think I woke up after that (at about 3am!)

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I am walking along corridors, up some stairs and along a path attached to wall up to a a small room aloft (the layout is quite castle like) there is broken glass everywhere and I am trying to avoid but I just end up wading through it and gets all in my feet. When I get to the room there is a russian man that I recognise lying on a bed (fully clothed with a coat on) in the room surrounded by a few police type people. He has a bruise on one eye and it's obvious he broke all the glass and he feels really bad about it. When he sees me he is embarrassed and ashamed as he didn't want me to know (I get the feeling he has violent mood swings and he didn't want me to know, that was the cause of the smashed glass) He says 'you shouldn't have come' and I smile and he kisses me and seems happy that I accept him for who he is.

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Okay, so there is this really beautiful girl that my boyfriend sits next to in his lesson. They joke around quite a lot and he takes funny pictures of her and would put them on twitter on occasion. Before going to sleep I saw one of these pictures and felt slightly jealous.. Then I had a dream where I was out with him and his friends and she was there too. She then opened a bottle of coke and it exploded everywhere, everyone tried to find towels and stuff to clean it up, but then my boyfriend went over to her and he slipped on the coke ad grabbed near her boob. But then he continued down to her boob and held it for a whille. I laughed It off but then he looked at me and asked if I was okay? So I said no and walked away, he came up to me and hugged me and I called him a dick and tried to go again. After this he told me that he wanted to talk, during this talk he says that he's sorry and tells me that they used to like each other a year ago (around when we got together) and due to them both being really confident and too proud they never developed it. This made me really upset and I felt as though I'd gotten in the way of their relationship. But I forgave him and then I woke up.....

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I Went to school starting the new semester. I had trouble finding my classroom. On my schedule it showed a number that didn't make sense, but when I showed someone else to get help it showed the right number to the classroom I needed. While in class I was goofing around with two guys I don't really talk to and there was a girl I haven't even seen since elementary school. My sister was suddenly behind me telling me to stop flirting with other guys because I was already "engaged". I asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. I went to the one right beside the classroom which I'd never been in. When I opened the door it was disgusting. It was made of old, dark wood and straw covered the floor. Everything was brown and covered in maggot and other small bugs. I was afraid to sit on the toilet but I did anyway, I could feel the bugs trying to crawl on my legs. I had to per but I couldn't seem to do it. I tried to quickly finish then went to the sink. It was long and deep, there was clothing stuffed in it and when I moved them, water was pouring out of the faucet. I realized it was broken. I washed my hands. Luckily there was soap. I took the clothes and tried stuffing them back in the faucet to stop it from running but I couldn't get it quite right but I wasn't worried. I left in a hurry and started walking down the halls of school where I found my mother.

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Rite scary dream first a lad is in my house taking the gas meter out and tells me he can get in my house at anytime i chase him tell him noway and he yells me i will regret it then i hear beeping outside go to my front door and another lad with a chisal telling me he is gonna take the paint off and repaint my door and i chase him he has a wide eyed scary look and tells me not to trying get rid of him cos more will come scareir then than him still feel quite unerved by the dream

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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I had a dream about a National Geographic team finding a huge extremely rare carnivorous shark on an undersea dive. One of the explorers explained that it had broken into their submarine through a large port hole and dragged a man down to the depths. Later on, the shark was captured and brought to the surface: it is huge, between 35 to 40 feet… but it is quite slender, not chunky like a Great White. I tell my brother the story and show him the National Geographic documentary because we are both fascinated by sharks.

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