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I was with a girl, Denise. She lives in Canada, and she came to my house in my dream and it took me by complete suprise. We had fun playing video games, we went for a walk, and we ate a bunch of food together and laughed. We played scrabble together and she kept saying that the words I where putting down weren't real words and we thought that it was hysterical. But when I turned away from her to get something, I turned back and she was gone. I panicked and I cried and I searched everywhere for her and then she came down the stairs behind me and a little distant voice said that she was just off to take her medication, but I never once turned around to see her on the stairs, I just knew she was there, but I didn't see her.

Pulled a car into a gas station...or something. Ended up with a group of blonde people. I was in a volvo (I think). Wasn't my car. I felt like someone was missing. I tried reaching tam, I think. But no response. I was in some kinda house...it was behind the gas station. Then back by the station. I ran there in the rain with no shirt on. Heather pulled up and went into the station Then I was in a real life video game. Had to pull a lever and avoid a wooden man. I noticed a fire burning out of an in de script thing. I grabbed the man and burned him. He looked evil as he burned and disappeared into the flames. I then got scared...I think the house was evil. I ran to the car and it was dark. Then there was another game going on and heather grabbed a blonde baby and sat next to me. We didn't talk. Then I went back to the house. Cold and dark. Back to the car, it was back in and cars and trucks blocked me in. But I started the car and they all just moved. I drove away. I remember thinking...these people have me trapped..really scared.

I was in a van with my dead father and we had to get past security on a trip. A boy jumped in our van uninvited but he was scared after the security turned him away. Once I got past security I'm in a room where kids can play video games and I start playing a video game with a middle-aged man, but I stop because I need to get on with my journey. I'm buying wine at a grocery store but I'm afraid that they will think I'm too young. A pretty girl looks at my ID and says she wants to model like me. She saw something in my ID photo that I didn't see.

The first thing I remember was being at home, getting ready for a dance. I got a dress shirt and suit. My dad drove me to my friend courtney's house, where me and a bunch of friends were meeting before the dance. I was inside, and I realized I had forgotten my tie. I asked my friend Thomas if he could drive me home so I could grab it. Courtney's dad told me not to bother, its not important. But I was self conscious so I still wanted to go home and grab my tie. Somebody asked me why I was here. Courtney must have heard, so she read the invitation letter out loud. It was a list of around fifteen people who had been invited, and at the end it said "and Andrew if he wants to come" (my name is Andrew) than she gave me a nervous smile, and I turned back to Thomas. I was annoyed that she had singled me out on the list, instead of just putting me with the other names. He agreed to drive me home, and we ended up at a tailgate. My friend Joe was there also, and we went around exploring at a fair for a bit, and bought some cinnamon covered pretzels that had way to much cinnamon, that kept going everywhere. We ended up back at Courtney's house, but I still didn't have my tie or my suit jacket, and I was really worried about it. We all were then outside a different house, and we went inside. we took an elevator down, the house was underground, so when we went back ouside we were inside a cavern. I was with a couple friends and my brother who all had random objects to defend themselves with. I lost a shield I had been using. I saw Courtney around the corner, so I asked my brother if I could borrow the guitar he was holding. He was annoyed so I took it from him. I went up to Courtney, who had claws for hands and was trying to kill me. I was holding her back with the guitar, and all I wanted to do was talk to her and apologize, and make everything right. She just laughed, and impaled me. I woke up.

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Ok so my pawpaw(grandfather) died 4 years ago June 19, i was closer to him than I was to my own father...i loved him very much and still do, so the fact that he was in this dream with me just terrified me even more. His old house, where i practically grew up, burned down this past christmas...and 3 days before it burned down, i had a dream that terrified me so very badly...that this is the first time i have even spoken of the dream since then and on top of that...it's reoccurring...this is that dream...: I was walking through nana and pawpaw's old house, I was in a pure white nightgown in my barefeet...and everything was fine at first...my pawpaw was there and he was still alive...i was hugging him and crying because i finally got to see him again...then all of a sudden, he grabbed his chest and he collapsed (which is weird because that is not how he died, he died from supernuclearpaulsey and pneumonia) ...i looked down and he was in a coffin...i dropped to the ground and picked him up out of the coffin and hugged him and rocked him back and forth saying i just got him back and i couldn't lose him again and crying...and then blood and flames started leaking through the ceiling and walls and light fixtures...and i watched the house burn down all around me...it seemed like eternity but when the flames went away...nothing was left...i looked down to hold my pawpaw close to me but he was no longer in my arms, he was buried beneath the ashes of the home and a headstone was erected there...i threw my arms around the headstone and wept until my tears became blood...the dream ended when i laid my head down on the ground beside the headstone and closed my eyes...and that's where I stayed in my unsoiled, still pure white nightgown... That was the dream i had just 3 days before the place where I spent most of my childhood burned completely to the ground and a lot of nights since...can someone possibly tell me what this means and why i keep having the dream?...I wake up crying every time i have it and i need to know why I'm having such a terrifying dream...

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