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I am in my drivers Ed instructor’s car. I can feel my palms start to sweat as Gena, my instructor, is giving me directions. I do not understand why I am so nervous; I have been on multiple lessons. I am currently on my way to London when I see a stop light turn red. I try to press my foot on the break but it does nothing. I continue to try and it does not work either. Gena is not paying any attention, as she is currently texting. As I get closer and closer to the stoplight, I give up on the brake and try the emergency brake instead. As I go to pull it, the handle breaks off. At this point, my dream slows down giving me the opportunity to look around. I look to my left and notice a sweet old lady sitting in a red bug, I watch as she crossed the intersection. Next, I look to the right and notice a big transport truck approaching the intersection. The man behind the wheel looks tried as though he has been driving all day. During my observations, the car I am in is now about to cross the intersection, with a transport truck coming full speed toward me. I run through my options. Those options being close my eyes brace myself and hope for the best or speed up and hope to avoid the transport truck. I chose the second option. I slammed my foot on the gas and speed through the intersection. I miss the truck by an inch. I sighed a breath of relief, took my foot of the gas, and pulled the car over.

I walk into a mental hospital where my friend was at. There was no one there but me, the nurse was at the desk and I asked what room hes in she said " 247." I was walking down the hallway to his room and he was standing in the corner. I asked him "Are you okay?" he turns around and says to me "Do I look okay?" His wrist was slit open and he was bleeding a lot. I ran to him crying wrapping up his wrist. he looked up at me and said " I hope you know I love you." i said " I love you too Lance." And he slit my neck open and then he killed himself.

Im in church with mother who past away from cancer, step dad, grandmother who im close to and who is in nursing home, step sister who i am close to. they sit down on bench in the church and i have to sit behind them cause there is no room for me to sit with them. i have two pillows and my teaddybear with me i get up cause im upset and as i walk past them i say to step sister i guess i will always be a dissapoint to u. i walk back the ile to a doorway and a room with three huge pianos and i notice two firedoors that to get to them i have to climb over a huge piano bench, so i climb over and i try first firedooe it doesnt open, i go to second firedoor and before i try opening it i hear a voice say i hope u dont put the alarm off.

At church with mother who pasted away, step dad, grandmother who is in a nursing home, step sister who im am close to. they all sitting in a pue and there is no room for me i sit in back with two pillows and teaddybear i get up all upset and as i go pass them i look at step sister and say i guess i will always be a dissapointment to u. i walk to a doorway and inside are three giantic organs i notice two firedoors, but to get to them i have to climb over the huge piano benchs, so i climb over and try opening first firedoor wont open s i go to sec. firedoor and i hear someone say i hope u dont put the alarm off.

I was with my violent ex, it felt so realistic, I was upset shouting and crying asking him why he hurt me, and that I still loved him, that I wished he could understand I need him but want him to know what he's put me through, he was saying he loved me but it was my fault because I took him to court for the violence, and he was sleeping with other girls to hurt me more, I felt so emotional and angry, I hit him over the head with a pan and it killed him, I didn't mean to kill him, I felt in despair I tried waking him up but he wasn't responding, I buried him under the floor in my bedroom with the advice of my friends, I couldn't keep it a secret thought I felt so hopeless and alone, I was going to confess, but I thought I'd check on his body first to try wake him up again, I was emotional and crying, when I got to him I held him and kept shaking him, he was bleeding really badly, but he starting moving, he woke up and I felt so relieved and overwhelmed with joy, I told him how sorry I was and that I loved him and never wanted to lose him, I ran and got him some bandages for his head and some water, he said it was okay, he held my hand and we walked away, then I woke up

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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