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I was on my way home from the shop. And I saw this girl. She's white with blonde hair, red skirt, white t-shirt and red lipstick. She waved to me and said 'hi'. She introduced herself, saying that her name's Tieghan. I went home but as I was going home, Tieghan asked me 'where are you going?' and just followed me from behind. I then heard crying, so I ran to find her. I found her and she was crying. Tieghan was crying because there's a guy who was bullying her, saying to Tieghan that no-one likes her. There was an adult was telling him off for bullying Tieghan, I also told the bully to leave Tieghan alone. The bully leaves and Tieghan says thanks you. I said to Tieghan that "you're a very nice girl and I really like you". She started to smile because she said that she really appreciates my compliment and then said to me "no-one has ever said that to me, ever". And finally, she invited me to her house to play video games.

Last night I dreamt that I was at work and we just hired like 4 new people. They wanted me to train them in. So I started to train them in and they looked at me like I was stupid. And I kept doing things wrong. Things I have never done before or haven't even thought of doing. Then they thought I was now even more stupid. Then they started to act like they were better than me. Even though i’ve worked there for almost 2 years. They we then really mean to me, so I quit.

I was in my grandmoms neighborhood and I was with a group of kids who were my age. One looked exactly like a kid from my Bustop before I met him, one was very tall, one was shorter than the rest of us but not tiny, and there was a blond girl. We all left one by one until it was me and the tall kid. We had to lug a heavy washing machine to his house. He had a really low front porch and he ducked under it to get through. I hit my head on the top. His mom came out through the door (which was glass) and asked me to come in. Then I woke up.

I was took away with a family, apparently my own yet I did not recognise any of them, and placed in a kind of storage container equipped with desks, a sofa, windows etc. It looked like a mix between an office and a home. We were then instructed to look out of the window. We saw a school bus full of teenage cheerleaders and a few random teenage boys pull up to some steps. the steps led up the side of a large cylinder type thing. They were all dragged out one by one and led to the top where they were one by one attached to a chain and dangled upside down and lowered into the cylinder slowly. The cylinder was full of a boiling hot substance. I could hear their screams and saw each of them being lowered in. I felt anger but no remorse or sadness. I didn't feel particularly horrified and didn't have to, nor really wanted to, look away.

I have a recurring dream that always goes one of two ways. It happens in my locker room where my coach writes the lines for our games on the whiteboard. The higher line you are on the more time you get to play basically. So I’m watching my coach with anticipation to write my name on the board every time in this dream. Then this is where it splits. He either writes it in a really good spot or bad. I get flooded with emotions whichever way he does it. If it’s a good line I get happy and want to prove I deserve to be there. If it is a low line then I instantly get mad and again want to prove myself but in a way that earns me a better spot.

I am running through a neighborhood full of houses that all look the same. There is a really tall person following me with some type of weapon that he keeps hitting me on the back with. Everytime he hits me, my legs become slow, like the feeling of trying to run through water. As I run through the neighborhood, I knock on doors asking for help but no one answers in time so I must keep running. As I approach the last house on the block the door opens and its Barack Obama. He invites me inside, and I end up living with them.

5 or 6 years ago, I had this dream where it was the middle of the night. I went down two flights of stair to the basement of my house for no reason. I was halfway down the hallways in the basement when I started to hear thumping sounds. It was quiet at first, but then it gradually got louder and louder. I could feel the sound behind, as if it was breathing on me. So finally I turned around, suddenly my environment was bright, like really really bright. Then, I realize I was on the safari and rhinos were chasing after me. I ran as fast as I could, but it didn’t do anything. The rhinos got to me and stomp all over me.

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