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Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

I met two girls in a truck in a dessert and they stopped and talked to me they where flirting and they told me i have to choose between one of them so i said let me do this i will stay a week with one and a week with the other so i traveled all the why too london with them but with the truck and the first one i stayed with lived on a boat and she was a friend of mine but my mom called me to come home and i went home on the bike and when i got home i told my mom i wanna stay over at my friend\'s house she said no and i went to my room ranting and cursing and afterwards she said i could go so i go there we went to her room on the boat she started talking about disney movies and we started kissing i was about to take off her clothes but i woke up

I met two girls in a truck in a dessert and they stopped and talked to me. they where flirting and they told me i have to choose between one of them so i said let me do this i will stay a week with one and a week with the other. so i traveled all the why too London with them but with the truck and the first one i stayed with lived on a boat and she was a friend of mine, but my mom called me to come home and i went home on the bike and when i got home i told my mom i wanna stay over at my friend's house she said no and i went to my room ranting and cursing and afterwards she said i could go so i go there we went to her room on the boat she started talking about disney movies and we started kissing i was about to take off her clothes but i woke up

I was at an old lady's house who was supposed to be my great grandma and my sister and her friend who she has a crush on were there. I had a really heavy glass of seltzer in my hand. Then we snuck around the back of the house into the garage to hide from the deer wearing hoods in the front yard who were complaining about us being too loud. In the garage there were a lot of bikes and my friends car.Then my grandparents pulled up with my mom and my Uncle George and my mom's old college friend.

I was in a large room with mirrors covering all four walls. My first and so far only love was there on a bicycle. Normally, I don't share my feeling with him because he shuts down and gets defensive or he wants to cheat on his girlfriend /baby-mama/fiancé with me and I adamantly refused. He never shows any concern about my feelings. However, in this dream he seemed upset that I had hooked up with another guy even though he has no grounds to be jealous. I start yelling at him saying he has no right and if he still is jealous about that kind of stuff maybe he still love me even though he won't admit it and he shouldn't be with his current fiancé. He refuses to listen attempting to ride away on the bike, however we are trapped in this room with no where to go and our reflections and voices surrounding us making it impossible to escape.

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