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It was dark. But I think I was in Europe with a bunch of my friends and then we decided to stay at this hotel that was pretty much the setting of strake Jesuit which is my high school and the girl I am really into was there and a ton of others but it was like dark and creepy. There were just a bunch of things going on and it was like a puzzle for me because I had to put little pieces of stories together that I heard from different people to understand how I could make things normal again and not scary. People would give me riddles that if I solved I would go to a place and receive another clue. And with one story I remember I had to imitate this myth some guy told me and reenact it to get an object I needed as part of the final answer. In the end I had objects and clues and I was supposed to find some place to put everything I had, and then do some ceremonial thing so that the world would change back to normal. I was eager to reach the end. And this girl that I'm really into knew all of it including the final answer to my problem on how to turn the world back to normal. But she wouldn't tell me and so I was mad at her but she said she was just "following the law." It sucked because I was one clue away from figuring it all out before I woke up. It was like Alice in Wonderland weird. The dream was so vivid and I remember a lot... That's part of the reason it was so scary.

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Last night I dreamt that I was staying in a hotel room and laying in the bed. While I was laying down I was texting a stranger who apparently one of my friends had given me their number. I was texting them for a hook-up. (I have never done this nor plan to in my waking life). While I was texting them they asked who I was and such and I never actually asked the stranger to come over nor did we ever hook up in my dream. Instead I decided to take a hot shower. This was the end of my dream.

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Guests of the Hotel deLuxe in Portland, Ore., keep it hearty and American by ordering Gracie's Breakfast. The dish that's ordered 550 times annually includes a choice of meat (one piece of ham, three slices bacon, two chicken sausage links or one sausage patty), two eggs and breakfast potatoes. The item is named after the hotel's restaurant, Gracie's. The eatery ?? staying true to the hotel's Old Hollywood vibe ?? takes its name from Gracie Allen, the comedienne wife and performing partner of entertainer George Burns.

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I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

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I had a dream that my son was kidnapped and I lost everything. I was walking down the street through an apartment. Someone offered help and let me use their phone. When I called my stolen phone I found the person that answered. Her sister stole my son. I tracked them down to a hotel, where I beat my sons location out of her. He was at the pool, but when I went to get him, he was gone and they tried to sneak out the back door. My son was successfully snuck out, but I caught the lady that stole my son and pulled a gun on her. Then I woke up.

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