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I was in a shop looking at a bakers shop , a friend of mine was there and i was finding out what time she finished . all of a sudden i was with my boyfriend we came to sit down with some one else on a open backyard in a city . we were sitting there and talking , all of a sudden i kept seeing the side of the building move. i kept saying to jarrod the building is moving. he thought i was being silly , anyways we kept talking. eventually he started seeing it move to . The building was in black and white . we were all in colour . as soon as he saw it move he was a bit freaked out all of a sudden we looked up in the sky and there was a light bright as anything . i didnt know what it was so i kept trying to look harder. i could hear a helicopter blades moving so i think thats what it was , it kept moving as if it was trying to get us . i ran under a verander and jarrod said get out of there there gonna blow it up so i ran . . all of a suden i was with my mum and we were shopping for things we came to a western pub and sat down. mum whent to the toilet. anyways jarrod appeared and we walked out side to sit on the veranda, we was happy talking, Then some guys come up trying to shoot us with guns . so we ran i hid under the verandah one of the guys found me shot me in the side but it didnt hurt me . then he went of to find the others . another guy came around the corner and shot me in the temple i pretended to be dead so they would go , jarrod came along and i said they have shot me in the temple so he came and got me and took me somewere safe. the western pub turned in to a house . i somehow sat on a bed and was playing with a baby that was glowing with light , it was so beautifull . the baby was smiling and playing with me i was touching the palm of her hand and she was laughing. i kept kissing her on the cheek and she loved me . anyways there the men were shooting at me again i took the baby with me and tried to run away . the started using a powerfull vacuem to pull me in so they could shoot me as an easy target . i got out of it somehow and went around the corner he found me again and kept using the vacuem to pull me in so he could shoot me then i woke up

I dreamed I was forced to marry a man I didn't know. He was a powerful god; red skin, big, golden eyes, usually wore brown pants, and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones). I was a goddess; dark skin, long black hair, green eyes, and wore a green flowy dress. I have no clue what we oversaw in our positions, but we hardly liked each other. He already had a human woman he loved; pale skin, fragil body, black hair, brown eyes. I didn't have anyone I loved, but I did have a slave that had feelings for me. The woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me, as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail. As stated before, the god didn't like me that much. I didn't like him either. He was usually seen coddling his lover, or being distant when I half-heartedly tried to connect with him. Somehow, we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves. We had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family, but as the fight went on, we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened. After that, the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession. The god and I we happy after that. And then I woke up.

I was at my old house. I walked out through the back door and entered a field. It was covered with bright green grass. And the sun was shining brightly. I could nearly feel the warmth of it. When I look up, I saw four blackbirds hovering in the sky. Then, three plump blue bird came flying towards me and perched on a power line. They were staring at me. Then two bigger birds, they resemble mega-vultures, who in flight had an undercoat of a rainbow. But they landed, they were covered in purple. They looked at me as well, but began to gaze. I stood there and watched them. Then, one of the vultures, was staring at me. He stretched his long neck to eat a plant. Then he advanced towards me and try to attack me.

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

I dreamed i had a pair of dress brown pants to wear to work on monday. i was forced to marry a man i didn't know he was a powerful god; red skin big golden eyes usually wore brown pants and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones) i was a goddess; dark skin long black hair green eyes and wore a green flowy dress i have no clue what we oversaw in our positions but we hardly liked each other he already had a human woman he loved; pale skin fragil body black hair brown eyes i didn't have anyone i loved but i did have a slave that had feelings for me the woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail as stated before the god didn't like me that much i didn't like him either he was usually seen coddling his lover or being distant when i half-heartedly tried to connect with him somehow we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves we had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family but as the fight went on we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened after that the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession the god and i we happy after that and then i woke up

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