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Okay so my dream started off in this building that appeared to have a military-like theme to it. I was in this pale green uniform along with some kids I recognized from my school and a bunch of other people I don't know. We were running back and forth across the concrete floor, doing laps, and then we started doing gymnastics. The place had the same bins as my gymnastics place has where you keep your stuff. I saw my crush and one of his friends walking away. My crush was in a white tank top and black pants. I was so determined to follow him and his friend that I grabbed my stuff in a hurry and I followed him through the back of the building to his truck. It was the same truck that used to belong to my grandmother which was a pretty blue. My crush was in the drivers seat, his friend in the passenger seat, and me in the backseat. He began to drive and I vaguely remember seeing the sun setting through the window. For the longest time they didn't notice I was in the car with them until my crush turned and noticed and me and did a double take as if he couldn't believe I was there. I was embarassed by the way he was looking at me and I looked down at my feet, unable to maintain eye contact with him. Then he continued driving like he didn't mind I was in his car. His friend started talking about all the things he wanted to go and do. My crush responded by saying, "But first we have to do something with her." at hearing them talk about me I looked up and made eye contact with my crush but I got to nervous to hold it so I looked back down at my feet. And that's when I noticed that in my rush to follow my crush I left behind my ballet flats. I told him this, slapping my forehead at the thought that I could be so stupid, and shaking my head in disbelief. He asked me a couple times if I was sure and I answered by nodding my head yes. Suddenly I was next to the lost in found from my school that's located in the girls locker room, on my hands and knees digging through the lost clothing. I dug through until I found the most beautiful pair of black ballet flats I've ever seen in my entire life. I gasped at them in awe for a moment before putting them on my feet. Then I was in a dark alley that was lit only by a couple of streetlights with my crush. He had the same outfit on as earlier. He punched in my left arm to get my attention and said, "Come with me." I didn't argue. I followed him obediately, I was really happy, and we walked along in a thoughtful silence. I followed him up to the rusty door of this vacant warehouse before I stopped. I then punched him in his right arm to get his attention. He turned and looked at me and I responded by looking down at my feet. "Look I found my shoes." I said and in that moment the ballet flats changed from this unearthly black to a vibrant purple. I grinned and a feeling of unmatchable happiness swelled inside me. I thought I saw him smile faintly before opening the warehouse door for me. He offered me his right hand and I took it letting him lead me inside the warehouse. He shut the door behind us. We both turned to gasp at a single lightbulb that shone, with both are jaws dropped we watched as the lightbulb got brighter and brighter until 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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