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It is usually in two parts; the first is going back in time when I was a child (I am 21) and reliving in my opinion, my best years which involved old friends (I don't really talk to any of them anymore) and excelling at school work because I still have the mind of a 21 year old. The second part changes setting and I am involved in a sort of horror movie where I am being chased by a mystery person/figure who I fight constantly with weapons. Both he and I are fighting to kill, but the surroundings and atmosphere tend to be normal when running away from him or in the moments before he reappears, but when we eventually fight, my weapon which was working in the run up to the fight is now ineffective. Also, it gets darker and I move slower. I do wound the mystery person, but it doesn't effect them at all.

My ex-husband shows up at my house and tells me he's staying until next week. I meet his new wife, and start to miss my ex-husband even more as the days go by, almost wanting him back. I start to notice that the new wife's itinerary for my ex-husband is longer than the one he gave me, and I find out he in fact doesn't leave until another week later. My boyfriend can tell there's something going on with me, but he just stays quiet. I fell asleep on a chair and a man tries to wake me up because brunch has started and a huge line has started to form. I tell them I'm French and to leave me alone. They won't stop bothering me, so eventually I got up and left. I then realized what day it was and that it was the last day I was going to see my ex-husband. I ran to my apartment, all while dodging and maneuvering my way around the ginormous brunch line of people waiting to eat. I couldn't find him, so I decided to wait outside for him to catch up with him and eat. Right as he came outside, I was about to run up to him, but he disappeared in the crowd with his wife. All of a sudden, these weird creature people were in town assassinating my ex-husband's army crew that was there. My ex-husband was the last one alive. He decided to play hero and try and kill them, and he got one of them. I was balling for him not to be a hero and just hide in the shadows until they go away, but he insisted that he wasn't going to do that. One of the assassins were coming up fast, and it was a woman in a red dress. I decided to hide in the restrooms, and I noticed some women employees were locking up both the top and bottom of each stall, making it easier for me to hide. My ex-husband came in to try and wait for the female assassin to come in so that he could kill her. She came in from behind them and walked slowly in between him and the two staff ladies without a word. All I could hear was the click of her heels as she passed by. The lady who was locking the door in front of me looked at me after the female assassin passed by and smiled reassuringly before she fell forward and dropped dead on the ground with an odd ceramic tea cup lodged in the back of her neck where her spine and neck connect. Just then, everyone else who was standing, including my ex-husband, fell down dead with different ways of how they died. My ex-husband had a huge slice across his forehead, and the other lady had some of her intestines pushed out of her back. Before I could make any other noise, or cry, I heard the female assassin walking back towards the bodies, to make sure they were dead. I slipped back into hiding, and pretended I was dead just in case she saw me. She also had a little minion this time following her. Right as she got close enough to see me, I could hear her walking towards me and I woke up.

I dreamt that I attended two funerals of people I do not know. In my dream, I remember that both these persons were reported to have died in the news, although in my dream I hadn't actually dreamt of seeing the news. One was a young girl - probably just starting her teens. she was lying in her coffin - she had long curly orange hair and pale clear skin. there were many people for the funeral . Then the scene changed and this time a coffin was being carried out of a church. Although I did not see the body, I assumed the body was a man (because of the news report). The scene was a very brief one. in fact it changed immediately and i found myself sitting in the coffin. the body was in two medium sized green and white bags. the bags were closed with a zip. I assumed it was a funeral because there was the same crowd as in the first funeral. I suddenly smelt a horrible smell which in my dream I thought was the smell of the dead body. I also assumed I was sitting in the coffin because as soon as I smelt the very bad smell I leaped out of the coffin. then someone quickly closed the coffin because of the bad smell. the coffin was not a nice one. The lid looked like a door. I woke up because of the bad smell.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

Last night I dreamed about being on a train station and could not reach the other platform where the train leaves and kept missing several trains. I tried so hard to reach it and seemed like it's like an obstacle. There were many criminals and losers trying to stop me reaching the train and them making fun of me. Finally I made it to the platform, but the train only went one station and not to my destination. It just did not feel good being on this train. At the station I was supposed to go with my wife (like we do every day in real life), but she never came. I was always alone and helpless at the station. In real life in a foreign company the trains are mostly late, always smashing full and lot of losers at the unclean train stations. What does it represent? Insecurity? The dream drives me nuts all day today and does not leave my mind.

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