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I was walking with two of my friends in this expansive, all white hallway type place. there was indeed a door to get out and we were headed to it when i saw a man sitting on a large white block. he was very pale and thin and had long whitish-blonde hair and a long whitish-blonde goatee and mustache that sort of covered his mouth and was wearing a white tank top. he wasn't old or anything, he was like in his twenties, and as a matter of fact i remember in the dream i was attracted to him. as soon as i saw him i had this incredibly intense urge to follow him, so i told my friends i have to go with him, and he got up and i followed him. i remember looking at him (well at the back of his head at this point) with a mixture of admiration, infatuation, and curiosity. i am confused because i don't know anyone like that and because i just had this extremely intense urge to follow him, and i didn't even know where we were going, i just had to follow him.

The only thing I really remember from my dream was that I could see my eyes and they had slits in them. They weren't bleeding, but they were open. When I blinked, they contracted. I couldn't see out of them. It really freaked me out. This isn't the first time I've had a dream like this. I had another dream where I could see my eyes and they started slowly turning red. They looked like scraped skin. Like my eyes were eating away at themselves and then after what seemed like forever, I blinked and they were back to normal.

This dream was had by a good friend of mine. The dream location was unclear but there was round wooden table with two pints of dark beer and an ash try (Neither he (ex-smoker) nor the lady smoke. The lady is my ex- girlfriend and the man (a very good friend who now lives abroad with his wife and child). Their is some social chit chat and the lady asks him if she can ask him a favour. He says of course. She says "can you tell me if i have an attractive figure?" and he says "Yes you do". She says how can you answer you haven't seen me. He protests but she insists and takes off all her clothes.He then explains he didn't need to see to tell her she is attractive. She puts back on her clothes and they carry on talking as if nothing has happened and the dream then peters out. What can you tell me?

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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