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This is my first dream in about four years. The first thing I remember is looking back and seeing a lion looking at me and a giraffe like we are food and he is slowly coming at us. I am about to help the giraffe climb a mountain. Before the lion gets to us I see an unknown friend also walking at us with his own giraffe that he is going to help up the mountain. The unidentifiable friend and his giraffe walk right past the lion towards the mountain; the loin is no longer looking at any of us and is also walking towards the mountain like he also is going to climb it. I start to climb the mountain and it is hard work helping the giraffe up the mountain. After about 100ft we climb onto a flat spot and my giraffe turns in to what looks like a petrified tree (wood) lying on the ground broken in to a bunch of pieces. My unidentifiable friend walks up and starts to piece the petrified tree back together. At this point I know that this is a tall mountain and I have a long way to the top. I turn and look at the mountain and in front of me is a cave with a hand crafted wood door. My unknown friend talks me into opening the door to see if anyone is home. A large man combs up to me and starts teaching me things I need to know to make it up the mountain. He is very kind to me and offers me shelter and food. He tells me to hide from someone or something that will be riding a white horse. I get the feeling the horsemen will be evil. I thank the helpful cave man and turn to my unknown friend that is piecing the petrified tree back together in hopes to bring my giraffe back to life. And that’s the end of my dream for the night. In this dream I have a feeling that there is a road that goes to the top of the mountain and that I am taking the hard way up buy climbing it.

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.

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 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.

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

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