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My husband and I are camping. Everything is good. We wake up in the morning to find that there is a nuclear device 100 yards from our camp which will explode in 12 hours. We cannot drive fast enough to outrun the explosion field. My husband says there is nothing we can do and seems calm. I am in a panic. 9 hours pass while I try to find a solution. I hear a train not far from us and find out that we can get on the train and beat the explosion field. We pack the car in case the device doesn't explode, put our two dogs in the car and start to drive towards the train. There is not a lot of time. I see my dog in the road but she is also in the car. I stop, put the dog from the road in the car and start to pull away. The dog from the road barks and it is a different bark than my dog. I hear a puppy crying in the distance and realize this is it's mother. I let the dog out. I see our black cat and point it out to my husband only to see another black cat with a red collar 4 feet to it's right and know that this is our cat. We stop and my husband calls cat into the car. I think we can make that train. Cat gets in the car and I wake up.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

I was in a office with two girls I knew playing on Google to find information about what my boyfriend was doing since he went out of town.A lady I know who is like a case manager was showing a picture of many cars and there was my boyfriend s when she saw the expression on my face change she quickly took the picture back.I then heard her talking to my boyfriend s' mom that i know very well.She answered the questions she was asked about her son correctly without giving any information away that the lady would think she had something against him. My mom in law left and i went to inspect the table they had left.There was a folder sitting there with info on my family plans like vacation and words about. I knew I had to get those papers to tell my man but I couldn't understand how the police got informed on bs who didn't like us to be together.I took the papers and made copies for my boyfriend .The lady then took me and my friend into a room and my boyfriend s' friends into a meeting room.The lady asked us questions about my boyfriend everyone lied to make sure he and I could stay together and he wouldn't have to be in jail.Throughout the whole dream I would go back and forth arguing with this lady she asked me questions like why didn't I show up to my class at school.This lady looked no where near my mother but had the nerve ask me questions like she was.Throughout the whole dream I would find a way to steal any information she got on my boyfriend ,I would do everything for him but I don't understand the dream what does it mean.

Last night I dreamed that I got pregnant and my mom kicked me out of the house. I never really ever knew who the father was or why I did it. I just knew that I took the pregnancy test and it came out positive. I was super nervous in the dream and was shaking the entire time I told my mom about it. I knew she would take it bad, I was just hoping that she wouldn’t take it as bad as she did. She literally let me take a suitcase and a few things and then threw me out on the street. That’s not something that my mom would ever do in real life. When she threw me out of the house, I was just walking down the street trying to get ahold of other family and friends that would maybe let me stay with them. Everyone was ignoring my calls after one ring and then I woke up. I think that this dream meant that I know that I’m not supposed to get pregnant and if I did, in real life there would be some major consequences, even if I don’t get kicked out.

The dream did not begin with the promise of horror; I was in a college auditorium surrounded by a few fellow students and we were preparing to watch a documentary by the gentleman on stage. Initially, the general conception among the crowd was that he was depressed and that the documentary he had to show us would be about his depression; this was not the case. When the film began to play, we quickly learned that it was filmed by his father. “Dad, come here there’s something you need to see!” But it’s dark, what is there to possibly see in the dark? Suddenly, I no longer feel as though I’m sitting down watching this scenario play out on film; I am the father, following my son around with this video camera gearing to see whatever he has planned for me. I step into the light and it is here where my dream becomes a nightmare. All around are bodies that have been destroyed; from the few I dare to look at I can see a girl with no eyes and a gashed leg and a myriad of dead men. The horror does not stop here, in the dream my son takes me from room to room showing me more dead bodies; he has killed them all for me. Then I am surrounded by more darkness, but this is a good darkness. It is the darkness of my room and my nightmare was over.

I was visiting my grandmothers house. I was there with my family and someone who was supposedly my lover but I did not know him. I was packing my clothes away folding them carefully and putting them in the suitcase. I was getting my jewelry that was laying on the bed beside where I slept that night. My lover was doing something else laying on the bed while I did this. I didn't see all of the jewelry there so I looked under the bed and found all of the jewelry that my recently ex- boyfriend gave me, including diamond necklaces and the ring that has been missing for months. I gathered it up to put away. When I looked up to find my lover I instead saw my recently ex- boyfriend siting across the room smiling and talking to me happily. I did not understand what he was saying.

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