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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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Last night I dreamt that I was an investment real estate agent going to look at a huge apartment complex for my client. There were two other co-workers with me, each with their own client. The apartment complex was facing south east, had many doors and french windows with many floors and appeared empty and was beautiful. We entered the building and each went into separate elevators. One of my co-workers went on the 10th floor, and I went on the 6th. On the 6th floor, was a huge office with many workers. Walking along the hallways, I saw my client who greeted me warmly and informed me that he already owned the building and that he just wanted me to come here. Then I went back to the elevators and decided to go to the floor one of my co-worker went to before I left. On the 10th floor were huge men and women clothed in futuristic armor. They were all assassins. In an attempt to not be seen, I hurriedly entered one of the apartments. The apartment I entered was a studio where a female assassin was sleeping. It was a huge studio. This apartment was on the other side of the building where you could not see from the entrance. This apartment wall had huge glass windows overlooking a city. The assassin was sleeping to the left and a little kitchenette with a small balcony all with glass was to the right. I entered the kitchenette quietly, afraid to awake the assassin. Then my husband and daughter appeared in the kitchenette with me and one of the assassins (predator looking) broke in through the huge glass window in the kitchenette and took my daughter. Immediately after he took my daughter, a fire breathing dragon took my daughter and seated her on one of the huge spikes on it's back and breathed fire on the assassin, scaring him away. The female assassin woke and started to protect us until other assassins came and did a surgery on my husband, giving him two dicks and many balls (????). Then I woke up.

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I was putting something in my uncles car from the store, on the passengers side. A man walks to close so I scream at him and make the car alarm go off, he then laughs and screams back with a smirk on his face and continues as he's about to cross the street behind the car. I get in the car and for some reason the window is down some but I roll it up where there is just a crack, put on my seat belt and then lock the doors. I realize the man I yelled at is trying to get in the car, I do not know him. Then about two more men shoe up and then a final one. They were speaking a different language. I had the led so I put in the ignition to make sure the windows were locked and the doors were locked. I kept pushing the horn for them to back away but they would back away a little bit and come back. I would try and sound the car alarm but I would have trouble finding the button. I have my permit and I am 22yrs old, I know how to drive but I'm not an dcoeriencrd driver. I unhooked my seat belt and climb into the drivers sweat and sit on my left leg because I'm short and put the key in the ignition. It's raining now and I can't see out the windows. One man with black hair is still in the window talking and looks confused as to why I would think about pulling off. I start the car and wake up feeling scared.

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