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I had this dream three times so far- well really, it's not the dream, it's the location of the dream. The first time i had this dream was when i was maybe about six years old. I don't really remember what it was about, but i can give the house's details (probably) pinpoint exact. The next time I had the dream was when i was nine. Again, that house was there, taking role in my dream. The last time (so far) I had the house in my thought was when i was eleven. The house is very old looking; well, not the old, haunted type of old, but an old styled house. Maybe a house that could be from the 1950s. The front of the house overlooks a nearby river that's a good sized river. The front yard is also sizable, too; plenty of room for children to play on. There is a porch that spans from one side to the other side of the front of the house. There's two windows on the first floor that overlook the river; and there is three windows on the top floor. The middle window opens to a balcony. I do not know what the back or the sides of the house look like; it has always been the front (really, only the bottom half of the exterior of the house; i had to really remember to give some detail about the top half), or the inside. From what i can hypothesize is that the house is bigger in the inside than what the outside interprets. There are many rooms, but only two of the rooms have come into play in each of my three dreams. (These dreams come alive when I am in my unconscious state of sleep.) One of the rooms has many small windows. The windows overlook the river so the information about the exterior of the front of the house could be wrong, or, my brain is saying some type of magic is used within the house to make it so that there is more sight of the river. There is about four to five windows that have a little skirt of curtain at the top held by a horizontal pole; then below the skirt are normal curtains. There are wicker and straw tables around the room, flower pots of nothing are placed evenly, there is a wicker couch and chair that have a styled cushion, and that is only one side of the room; i have only seen that side. There is a door that when you would open it, it would take you inside my brother's closet. It was some kind of portal from this "river" house to my actual house. This took place more in my latest dream. And finally, there is this one door that i have never actually opened. I guess you could say my dream persona is a little too apprehensive about opening it. It's a huge metal door that is rounded at the top. There are no windows, no doorknobs, just little intricate metal works of little circles that from a semicircle if you were to look at the door from an angle. In my dreams there have been some ideas as to what's behind this door- this is no normal sized door, it is at least seventeen feet high. Now, i have no clue how this size of a door would fit into a two story house. Thank you for reading and hopefully coming up with a meaning. Some of these "facts" will probably turn out wrong because it has been two years since my last dream of it.

Well, for some reason i feel this dream is part two of a previous dream i had many months ago, without any information on the previous i will continue to start from the begining of the most recent. I am at my mothers house sitting on the floor (on my knees) at the centre of the living room writing lyrics on a table the sun rays are shining through the window to my right, i acknowledge it and as i do, (sitting on the sofa, in front/ just below of the window) is the man (i believe i am in love with) sitting on the sofa. However the second i notice/recognise him i swiftly swipe up my papers in my hand and say "i cant do this anymore" and breifly run upstairs and then head to the front door. (which all previous experience of dreams that i partly remember, or contiously try to analyse, i am never able to do with ease, i.e, i struggle to control my movements, if i want to run or say something i usually am unable or lack the control that comes with the intent). The next moment i am running fast down a wide, open path in woodlands/forest, its night time, so dark but so bright? Im meaningfully 'running' through an 'army' of people walking in the opposite direction, i look behind over my left shoulder and there he is in the mist of people, walking in the same direction oblivious to everyone around him, looking back at me... seriously... not smiling, crying, not signalling for me to stop etc... just nuetral expression almost. I continue to 'run'... although by the time i turn my head back around to face the direction im 'running'... i arrive at a beach... as i arrive the beach is sort of to my left... i dont step onto the beach, i levetate, at this moment i take in all the beauty, theres almost a sense of peace and calm but excitement/impatience and i notice others are present... whilst 'noticing others' are so close on the beach i am prominently above the sand floating, no-one has noticed me, moving towards the sea. At the sea shore... i am looking in to the ripples/colour/ movement of the waves... the sound the feeling... i had no reflection but the moon did... it takes my attention from the reflection to look up, just as i do, i look back over my left shoulder once more to see, the man i believe i love has caught up, on the perimeter of the path,'steps' onto the beach and is still looking at me. no words, no action. i wake up.

I saw that I graduated. The dream was all in sepia. I saw Abhishek, a classmate of mine when I was in 5th standard, in Varanasi. Now I'm in 9th, and it is weird to dream of him as I don't even think about him. Abhishek graduated too with me. I saw a ladder, I wanted to climb it, but I did not as I was amazed to see Abhishek and started talking with him. We did not talk much, however. I went on a machine, and I was informed that the machine was built by a man who graduated the first time in the world. His graduation was so great. My father told me that graduation is nothing but a kind of interview. All the difference between and interview is that in graduation, we have to make a presentation. M father said that examiner asks some question, and we have to answer it, and then make a presentation on the basis of the questions that were asked. Then I asked my father that why the man who graduated the first time is famous? He said that it was because his presentation was different, he was asked some different kinds of questions that are normally not being asked. But I said to my father, that this is not a good reason, why did examiners asked different questions to him only, not to any one else? There is nothing he did. Then I demanded again why the man who graduated first was famous? My father replied that it was because he committed suicide later. I was still confused, I couldn't understand why the man who graduated the first time was famous. Before I could get information a little more, I woke up.

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