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I moved into a house (with the boys and there sister, my step daughter). The house was a one story house with a basement. I was in my bedroom, in bed, when Ramius and his sister walked in my room. My bed high above the floor in at angle... It was like a loft style bedroom, with a vaulted ceiling about 12ft. and I was at the very top. They telepathically told me something was in the house and they needed me. I go with them, walking the hallway from my room toward the rest of the house... The kids and I could sense movement and heard the ghost but could not see it. I commanded in the name of Christ I for the ghosts to show themselves... The ghost grabbed a white shirt I had (It belonged to my ex Grace) to put on showing its silhouette as it went toward a 100 year old rocking chair I have... (i do own it) She sat in it and appeared. I nor the children were afraid. The woman was veiled from her forehead back in white and pink fine linens around her body, a dress... She gave a sense of royalty. She spoke to me/us of things... she informed me the house was haunted, that there were 3 ghosts. I asked her if there was a psychic among the ghosts that could help me and she said 'no'... There was no one of them like that. My ex husband showed up to bring Marcus and he was the only one who reacted saying Oh Hell No! Marcus seemed ok. I felt sexually aroused suddenly... I excused myself back toward my room. On the way down the hall toward my room I found the basement door to my right. Suddenly another ghost opened the door.It was young man-ghost who was dark skinned like an Aztec but was more Caribbean looking. He was wearing a sports jersey, royal blue and jeans, he was tall and said "what's up" like he hasn't seen me in forever... He walked toward the rocking chair, talking to the kids, the lady in white gone. At the door the third ghost appears, a woman dressed as nun from an earlier christian period, she was short, busty, wearing a mask of a Happy Buddha. No ghost went back down, and the last two spoke to the children only.

I was dreaming that my ex partner had a new partner and baby, his partner and baby were said to be of another race, but were not upon seeing them and upon the discovery of the child I began to beat him up for neglecting the child which we have. He did not fight back and eventually ran off, his mother and brother were also in the dream and I began to verbally abuse his mother for being a hypocrite and contradictory and they all left i spent the duration of the dream trying to get out the building I was in.

I went to get a tattoo and, at the last minute, left the tattoo parlour to tell my parents. My brother and mother were across the street, talking to someone in a van. I went to cross the road to get to them, fully aware of the van waiting at a junction fifty or so yards down the street. However, as I was crossing the road, the van suddenly sped up and raced towards me. I stopped in the middle of the road to let it go past, and then continued on to the other side of the street. The driver of the second van stopped his vehicle and turned in the road, came back towards me and then stopped, exiting the van. He came up to me and started yelling and pushing me. I fell and cut my face at one point. My family had disappeared. I ran back across the road to a line of people waiting to use an ATM. Everyone saw me, but only one person stepped forward to help. He ended up being punched in the face by the man attacking me. I left, running away from that street and taking three side roads to evade detection. I woke up breathing hard and with my heart thumping against my chest.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

All I remember is that I was street racing another person (who I don't know) in cars that may be from the future (not sure about it), and I struggled in the race at first because I didn't know the car was stick-shift, then I guess at about half of the race I got the shifting down, caught up to the other guy and beat him just before the end of the race (I'm supposing because there wasn't a line or marker that ended the race), then I kept going and started to crash, but just before I crashed I woke up.

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