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My dream last night was horrid… It gave me an explanation of why some people barely talk to me and tend to avoid me now. Even sending me false texts that I thought were real. Emily send me a text saying hey, I refused to respond given how little she responds to me, my subconscious actions are sometimes cruel. Then Matias showed me something horrible… Something really depressing to myself. One of my past favorite friends of the past, Jonathan, simply rejected me because he felt I was annoying, a loser, someone who just made him look bad. Mattias brought me to multiple scenes where he expressed this idea into why I could not be invited to hangout with them after classes. In the last event he could see me simply because I wished it to be true. He looked at me in disgust and told me I was a loser and to get away. I don’t know how I feel about this. Afterwards I left without saying a ward, fistbumped Mattias my thanks (alongside nodding thank you) and left. Later on I was in a rush to get away from something or someone so I hid in my mind’s version of Ryan’s house (we were also being yelled at by the school’s security guard along the way since he knew we didn’t live in these buildings). For some reason as well Meghan was there (she had her own room). I slept in a separate room alongside my dad while Kaitlin slept in Meagan’s room (for some reason my dad gave the suggestion if I wanted to sleep in her room, I had declined with “No! That’s weird”). Later me and Kaitlin were setting up a game of chess along a beautiful background of the seaside (the ocean wasn’t present next to the house before this scene).

My dream last noght was horrid… It gave me an explanation of why some people barely talk to me andtend to avoid me now. Even sending me false texts that I though were real. Emily send me a text saying hey, I refused to respond given how little she responds to me, my subconcius actions are sometimes cruel. Then Matias showed me something horrible… Something really depressing to myself. One of my past favorite friends of the past, Jonathan, simply rejected me because he felt I was annoying, a loser, someone who just made him look bad. Mattias brought me to multiple scenes where he expressed this idea into why I could not be invited to hangout with them after classes. In the last event he could see me simply because I wished it to be true. He looked at me in disgust and told me I was a loser and to get away. I don’t know how I feel about this. Afterwards I left without saying a ward, fistbumped Mattias my thanks (alongside nodding thank you) and left. Later on I was in a rush to get away from something or someone so I hid in my mind’s version of Ryan’s house (we were also being yelled at by the school’s security guard along the way since he knew we didn’t live in these buildings). For some reason as well Meghan was there (she had her own room). I slept in a separate room alongside my dad while Kaitlin slept in Meagan’s room (for some reason my dad gave the suggestion if I wanted to sleep in her room, I had declined with “No! That’s weird”). Later me and Kaitlin were setting up a game of chess along a beautiful background of the seaside (the ocean wasn’t present next to the house before this scene).

Bad police surround my lover in a public park. At first, I am helpless. I wait with a sympathetic park security guard, along with my infant daughter. When I hear shots fired, I know he is dead. But then I change my dream. I leave the baby with the guard with instructions in case I don't return. I go with a knife.I am a Native American. I hunt. I kill the bad guys and save my lover. Then, we are doing al these things to escape to Mexico. We throw away our cellphones. We get all the money we can. We switch licence plates several times. We throw the knife and guns and other evidence in the river. We are using an obscure route to drive on. Once we get there, we go to live on the coast. Very worried about how we will make money to live off of.

I was on a snowboarding trip with my sorority sisters. I fell off the lift and was hanging off the mountain for a long time and no one would help me. Grabbing onto the mountain felt like a blanket and I couldn't climb up to the top, which wasn't far away. Later, I was on a slide with 2 other people. It was like a game but we were watching someone else do it much harder. When I got off, I was naked and had colored tattoos on my body. I was trying to run towards this guys I once knew and had a strong connection to named Tyler. I now despise him. Later, I was in a car and we were about to go through a security checkpoint. We got out and were assigned an officer. Mine told me to get on all fours and proceeded to touch me under my clothes. He verbally assaulted me and told me that my boyfriend 's dad had died. I called him a liar and ran to my boyfriend 's mother who told me I could tell her what happened.

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

Was solving mystery about teacher who was using human flesh to make protein shakes and he made sweets to feed to his students made from the corpse. Me and a couple of friends also Justin Bieber and Asap Rocky were paired together. I am yelling at the teacher calling him a murderer then security is called and I am being chased but I am running slowly so I stall trying to shove cakes in their faces. Then an athlete at my school whose in my 5th hour class is dry humping me to Rihanna.

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