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I was in my old house that burnt down on December 27th 2000; everything was rebuilt by this point. I felt extremely happy to be back in my old home. Most of the rooms in the house were the still the same and a little cluttered. Except for the upstairs (mine and Shelton’s bedrooms were modernized.) There was an odd person in my dream though. It was a person that I have not seen consciously before. He was wearing all black and not much taller than me and around the same age that I was in my dream. He kept pushing me, at first I would take it as an accident but it began to bother me in my dream. I said something to someone that was portrayed as the father figure in my dream but in real life is just an associate I work with, Glenn. Though he looks like Glenn he still has my dad’s personality. I mention that the next time he pushes me I was going to hit him and let him know how rude. Then I’m standing in the kitchen when this person comes up from the hall of what lead to the laundry room, he rudely pushes himself by Dan who was working at one of the counters. Seeing that he was headed my way I turned to face him. At this point he puts both hands up and pushes me in the chest to the point that I topple backwards into a cast iron collapsible shelving making it fall over with me. In my dream I had been hoping that Dan would see him push me and say or do something so I was relieved that Dan was in the room at this time. But instead of Dan saying or doing something to him he replies to me “what are we five? Do something next time.” At this point I feel a little peeved and embarrassed and go into the dining room where Glenn is sitting where an old desk used to sit against the wall to the kitchen, I mentioned what happened but he doesn’t respond. I continue walking through the dining room towards the living room and I see two small bean bag puffs on the floor that has two cats sleeping in them. I realize the one to be Purcy and instinctively want to go over to pet her but I stop because I realize she has passed and I notice another Persian looking cat next to her who I also recognize to be another passed pet. I wasn’t scared but more wanted to be sure I wasn’t crazy so I excitedly but at a normal level call out “Daddy! Daddy! Come look! Hurry!” he (Glenn) doesn’t respond again and I see the cats get up and walk towards the back of the couch. I realize that once they are out of sight they will disappear and I will have no proof that they were there. Then the scene goes to me sleeping on the couch and the house is dark, I have Spunky (another passed pet) by my side and two kittens on the floor near my feet. At the same time they get up and all walk towards the laundry room which startled me and I felt scared. I get off the couch (I’m wearing my pink and blue plaid pj shorts and socks with a white t-shirt on, why this stands out to me I don’t know) and walk towards the stairs that take me to my brothers and I’s room. I notice that the door to my room is closed still but I have no interest to see what it looks like but know that that is my room and I don’t feel willing to give it up. I knock on Shelton’s door and slowly open it and notice it’s uncomfortably warm in there. “Shelton something happened and I’m scared will you come look at it with me.” He was sleeping when I do this so he slowly stirs and responds “yeah sure” and removes the covers and gets out of bed, I notice he is sweating from the warm room. We then go down the stairs towards the laundry room. And he says “isn’t it nice that we have our old house back” I don’t say anything but at this point we are now in the Odd persons room that was the old cold laundry room. All of the animals are sitting on his bed in the semi crowded room and it is cold. Shelton and he begin talking and laughing around. I ask him why he stays in this room. He doesn’t say anything just shrugs and I tell him we have other rooms available in the house that are warm. Then I hear a couple talking outside. I glance out the window where I notice the drive way is very different and it is packed with cars that I don’t recognize but assume them to be from a Christmas party. They are parked in and are talking about how they are going to get out. I open the decaying window and explain that if I move my Saturn they may be able to get out. Once I do that I go inside and begin worrying about which room the odd person will take. I know the room upstairs is mine but I have yet to go in it and see what state it’s in. I realize that the room next to the living room is also closed and I begin to wonder which room I want but I’m scared to open the doors to see the states of the room. I instantly begin to think that I should call Logan because he would know what to do being that he had a home that burnt down when he was young. I take out a flip phone but I can’t seem to call him something is holding me back from doing it… literally. Then I wake up…?

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I was searching for a job in an old English village—complete with brick buildings and cobblestone paths—and I came across one store and told them I could stand out front and advertise the business to costumers. They reject me, so I went and found a comic book store ; the staff seemed to like me, but weren't sure about hiring me so I demonstrated my abilities and I had customers coming in, with a few exceptions. One of the guys who worked there said I should be hired and asked the boss—who was deaf—if I could and the boss told him they'd talk in his office. The store itself had costumes, comic books, actions figures and a movie screening room. I went back out in front of the store and proceeded to show a young boy with a skateboard in when members of the last store came back and we got into a fistfight—I was winning, but a couple of them held me down and cracked an egg on my back.

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The dream started was that I was at this play with my chorus class. It was dark inside the auditorium, and it had something to do with 'Lucifer'. I remember a girl singing about something wearing a dress. I noticed that my friend was crying. In the real life, she is Catholic, and I was thinking she was crying something about the play. When we arrived to school, some people confronted her, and I confronted her later to ease in on her. My other friend - who was one of her really good friends(also Catholic) - was doing the same. It was obviously something about the play, but I wanted to ask if she was ok and what was bothering her. "Don't you get it? It said...Lucifer." I understood from the beginning, but her friends seemed to catch on. "Oh..Satan," she finally seemed to say. Right after that happened, I entered my 8th period class this year. There have been rumours about the person that he was 'Satan' or 'Lucifer' himself. When I entered the classroom, he was pretty polite..... then the classroom changed into a bathroom. There were 3 or 4 other people in the shower with one of them being a boy I knew. We had to apparently take a shower. It wasn't embarrassing, but it was just something we had to do. I wasn't confused, but just entered the shower willingly. From what I remembered, there must've been a tv in there. All I was trying to do was stay away from 3 of the people in there who were probably the same gender and were making out. After it was over, I left with my towel walking out of the classroom with eventually changed into my chorus clothes. I wanted to use the bathroom "downstairs" in my school where the cafeteria also was to change back. Everyone was already there. That's when I met another one of my friend in the bathroom which had short stalls and a sort of maroon coated background and tiles. A few seconds later the 'Satan' guy entered. "Everyone out except for her," he called pointing at another one of my friend. From what I remember, he was a white bald man(not anyone I knew in particular) - average sized. The other students were confused and just went out casually. Some other kids stayed inside, but he didn't mind. I stood by the door to eavesdrop. "I will make a deal with you....I will give you any piercing and body cut if you do something for me..." I was glad I at least caught that part and went away to lunch. At my table, instead of my lunch friends sitting there, there were 3 other guys sitting there with one of them being the guy from 'the shower' who I knew. "Oh your friends aren't here.... guess they decided to ditch you or something," he said. I was trying to find them around the cafeteria. "Oh well," I thought. Some of my other friends were sitting at the next table, so I went to talk to them instead. I told some of them about the 'satan' guy and parts of what happened in the bathroom. That's when I realized that when I looked the other way, the guy I had a huge crush on was sitting and talking with his friends at the end of the table. My friends that I sat with at lunch still weren't showing up. A few times he came to talk with the 3 boys at the table where my friends sat at.When lunch was over, I was walking and chatting with another friend back inside. The sky was a pinkish red. That's when I said something along the lines of "What if the 'satan' teacher turned the sky just completely pure red." I was gliding my arm over my head "That'd be creepy," we both agreed. When we were walking inside, the same guy I used to like was standing there. He usually sped up a few steps before or after me with his friends. I could tell that he was trying to get my attention from him ignoring me at the same time. I simply ignored him, but my friends and I walked a few more steps...and that's when the friend that was in the bathroom with the 'devil' and was smiling. "Hey look at me," she said giddily. I looked at her to see her her lift up two fang -shaped flaps of skin with piercings below and the the side of her mouth. "Oh..no," I said shaking my head. That's when the dream ended. I searched up a few of the dream meanings. This obviously doesn't mean something good. Please help me interpret it. Thank You.

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Lots of friends from high school and primary school and some other people I don't know and I were all sitting in a big group on a green sporting oval. We were divided into groups and we had to race to our tents. We threw all our stuff to the back of the tent. Then we tried to hold off the other group attacking our stronghold. It was a lot of fun. At the end we all went back to the middle and sat in the group again. My friend Myles stood up and lectured us on how to run better. Then suddenly my friend Eva and I were lying in twin beds and there was a huge tree over the top of us, losing its leaves. A guy walked in and I fell in love with him, but I tried not to let him see. When he left again Eva said that the colour of the leaves falling symbolised how you felt for someone. When he came back the colour of the leaves falling on me changed to orange. When he left I felt sad. Eventually everyone ended up going to the same school and he was there. One of my friends, him and I were walking together. She left us alone together and there was an awkward silence. We started walking and we accidentally brushed arms. We looked at eachother. I blushed and said, " I really like you. I can't keep it a secret anymore." He looked at me, surprised, and said, "I've been wanting to tell you I liked you but I was too scared you'd reject me!" We stared at eachother and took eachother's hands. Later in the day he was making fried squid and my other friend walked in. She said it smelled good. We all say down to eat and he kissed me. She was surprised but said we were cute together. All the people in the end were Asian except me.

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I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

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