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Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

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It started with me at Natalie's apartment, where we talking about something that I don't really remember. For some odd reason, Natalie was wearing glasses and at some point during my visit I had my left arm stretched out in front of me and when I turned to face Natalie, I shattered her glasses, mostly the left lens. At that point everything else seemed to stop and I profusely apologized and did all I could to give her whatever medical attention she needed. I don't know why but she seemed withdrawn and in shock, or something. While I was getting a rag to wipe off the blood on her face, I kept thinking about a news story that a convict's fate would be decided by the people, a first in recent history. When I had a rag, for some reason it took me three tries to get the rag wet enough and once I returned to Natalie she had pulled out all the glass that was in her face, leaving very little left to do. While I was trying clean off the blood still on her face, I was also trying get her to talk to me but she was still very unresponsive. I kept trying by bringing up different things and the convict who's fate was in the hands of the people kept coming up in both my thoughts and my attempts to get a response from Natalie.

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We were going to china and we were getting ready I remembered packing but apparently when we went to leave I didn't have anything in my suitcase so my dad brought me back to my house and I went to go pack and a boy was in my room packing his stuff from my drawer but it was his clothes and he's like "you forgot too? I'm holding my family up" and I kept saying OMG my bathing suit I keep forgetting it so then like we went out of the house and he got in his car and I got back in with my dad and we drove and got lost and ended up at my elementary school and we went to my old teachers room and some hippie was in there and she gave us like spaghetti and then we got back in the car and my mom was In there so we stopped on the side of the road to talk to some man and we were late so we finally got into the airport and we were looking for t "everyone else"

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