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I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

I had a nightmare that the guy I have a thing with and I were in the army, but he had a bitchy girlfriend . All of us and our crew would hang out in the basement of someones house. And his girlfriend was being rude, so I got up to leave, and she said to him, "You're her commanding officer, aren't you going to tell her not to leave?" I said no words, just packed up a certain bag and came back and said, "I am not leaving, just moving my stuff." I was upset and went outside and he followed. Then flash forward. Our crew was hanging out in a basement, where we all hung out and some of our crew would go into another area. They did weird stuff. It flashed to them like wearing peoples faces, using knives, and laughing as they ate these people. Then it flashed back and one of the guys came into the room we all chilled in, he was covered in blood holding a gun and shaking saying, "Man we got into some weird shit, I don't know what to do." Then a zombie thing came out of his stomach and burst threw him and tried to attack. And the guy I have a thing with got his girlfriend in the dream and I out of there. Then I was flying a plane with her for us to escape and she some how crashed the plane. On the ground were tons of zombie like creatures, and one normal person tried to help us by sending us into this building. They closed it from the other side and there were zombies everywhere in the building. Some sitting down and some not. In the middle was a revolving door and the person had said that would be our safe zone. So we ran into there and some nurse like zombie with half a face crawled down from the ceiling and we were pretty much stuck in this revolving door area and apparently I kept trying to press pause but the zombies would still be coming at us. So finally instead of running I let it attack me and just kept saying, "It's just a dream, it's just a dream," until I woke up.

I have been having dreams about my old friends from the place I used to live a couple years back. I spotted them at a school assembly of some sort, along with my brother in the crowd and sitting next to him was my ex-crush. I saw that my old friends were in the middle of the stage, way behind the principle (where they shouldn't be) yet no one was bothered by this, so I nervously walked up to them wondering what they would think of me and if would recognize me. My bubbly past friend Brooke looked me up and down- then hugged me so hard and began laughing and crying. My other old friend Miranda was happy that she met me again, but refused to hug me. Later on, after we were talking and listening to the assembly- then Miranda quietly said across the entire school gym assembly "You look familiar, what's your name?" to my ex-crush. And somehow, everyone in the gym heard her and my ex crush answered. But it was not even his full real name. His last name was different. Next thing I know the assembly is coming to an end, and I saw Miranda wearing the scarf that my ex-crush had on. I told Brooke I didn't know how I felt about that, and she began consoling me. Then that's really all I can recall.

Collecting several mice, and putting them in a broken cage. The mice keep trying to escape, but can't. Friends give me golden tolkens for an overpriced bookstore. An antique graphic novel of a videogame has moving illustrations in the middle of the book. A famous author uses a paint brush to sign the first page of the book. Black blood flows backwards out of the paint brush, and it leaks out of the top of the book. The cashier hands me a bowl of icecream cake.

I found an abandoned female toddler in a shack in the middle of the woods who had been raised by apes. She was absolutely hideous; she had broken teeth, furry eyebrows, and horrifyingly damaged hair. When I picked her up I noticed she had terrible skin breakdown on her buttocks. I vividly saw her name as Protonefferrrre. I also saw her family tree which consisted of all monkeys and apes, but on a separate branch I saw the faces of her biological parents. They were still alive but unable to be found. I felt the need to care for this little girl so I took her home and adopted her.

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