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I started off in an all white McDonald's and I was trying to get enough money for a sweet tea an a sandwich but I only had enough for a cookie. I went outside to join a tour group to enter a building. This building turned out to be a prison. There was a prison riot and all those in the tour group were killed by a convict. The prisoner escaped. I was then into truck trying to drive but I couldn't control it and was spinning in circles. When I got it moved I went to a trailer to wait there the trailer was close to the prison where I was saved fr dying by a cookie. I hid alone in the trailer with the doors locked scared until my dad arrived. I was then absent from the rest. I watched two miners carrying coal on a mine track they looked off in the distance and saw the convict. The convict Killed them by biting off a large chunk from their neck There was a lot of blood. The scene them changed to a crime scene where people were investigating the Murders. I then woke up

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

Dreamt I was going on a trip overseas, somehow won a ton of cash for the trip. Once at my destination I met up with a met young man I never met before in my waking life. He was tall, thick dark hair kept neat and styled in a short floppy do. He wore glasses, and dressed in an academic style. We went from the small town I arrived in via a strange, overcrowded and dirty subway or train to the city. He urged me to take a pit stop in one of the larger towns, this town being where my ex was living. I hesitated but followed him anyways. I don't know how we got inside my ex`s house, but the man seemed to be able to make him and I become mostly invisible. This came in handy because his current girlfriend walked into the upstairs where we were. She walked into my ex`s room where he was sleeping because she heard us walking. The guy turned us both invisible, once she returned downstairs, I snuck into the bedroom she had left. Still invisible I stood over my ex while he slept, some words were exchanged by myself and my partner about the situation. Weather or not I should talk to my ex, I did not want to, I had cut my ties with him and was happy about it. My partner wanted me to at least say hi while I was there. My partner then had an amusing idea that if I was not going to face my ex, that he suddenly reversed the invisibility on myself. it was at that moment my ex woke up to see me standing over him. In that moment I panicked as I looked down at my startled ex, I scrambled for something to say. the only thing I could think of was to say ``boo!`` This only further startled my ex; though he seemed a little bit pleased once the shock of the moment wore off. The unknown guy only laughed, seemingly pleased or at least amused by my antics. He made me invisible once more, further confusing my ex, who then called for his current girlfriend to come upstairs. The young man took me by the wrist and lead outside where we resumed the trip, going back to the train. The train was so overcrowded that I nearly lost him. I found him sitting in the seats across from me, he had saved me a spot next to him, even patting at the empty seat, beckoning me to join him. I got up and pushed past the people and took that seat. We traveled for what seemed like days on that train. We reached out stop, a grimy pub. I showed the bouncer my ID and went inside with the guy. There was someone I knew waiting at a booth for us, my ex`s best friend, whom I befriended in life. The three of us all had a few drinks and mostly chatted and had a good time. Thats when my ex strolled in, sitting in our booth. I was less than pleased, but avoided talking to him. He would keep bringing up how surprised he was to see me, that he wasn't really dreaming after all. The mystery guy again urged us two to talk, though he seemed a bit protective of me in the situation. The dream ended around there.

A friend was showing me a lovely view with fields and horses then the scene changed and I realised we were at a funeral. I don't know whose, and I didn't know any other people there. She was dressed in black but I was just wearing white casual clothes. I had to walk down some wide marble stairs and I slipped, then I was being attended to by an ambulance man and I went into shock and had to be given oxygen. As I came round a bit I realised I was lying on a pile of sympathy cards that I had knocked over as I fell. I started to pull these out from under me.

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