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I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

I met a woman who was working in a club, entertaining men. She gave me a date pass so that we could be together. When it was over and the club was closing, the owner ushered the women upstairs like cattle, which made me very angry that he would treat them like that. The one I had a date with came back to me without the owner knowing and said he was upset when she told him that "she found a man, now I am respectable. Once I left I couldn't get back to her no matter how hard I tried, which left me feeling desperate and very depressed.

I was watching a video on the computer with two other friends on a mentally insane serieral killer who was professing unrelenting desire to kill me saying that he would never stop until i was dead. Once the video ended one of the friends, Britney, ran up the stair out of fear causing me and my other friend shelby to also run for upstairs.On the way up the stairs there was a huge rat sized cockroach which Shelby picked up to show me the mega roach. It then wiggled free and chased us at a very high speed around the house.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

Walking down a street walking my dog when I hear a lion roar look around and see children playing the lion is stalking towards them licking his lips I slowly make my way over to the children with my dog and tell them to come with me and go towards a house with a black door with big glass windows. The door was open so I shepherd the children in keeping them behind me still holding my dog on her lead. As I get the children inside the lion gets to the door and stares as me but doesn't attack. I feel calm, the lion seems calm I don't feel frightened of the lion or that the lion will attack me. I shut the door and go upstairs with the children. I hear a woman crying and screaming in the street I look out of the window and one of the children shouts out that it's his mum, he tries to tell her he is safe and to get inside. A man comes out and drags her inside. I phone the police for help they don't believe me, then the lion roars again, I can't see him but he doesn't attack anyone.

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