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I've been having lots of random nightmares for a while. Random dreams that scare me, all different themes but they all have an impending doom, and id wake up in fear, sweating, heart racing just at the point of the impending doom. However last night was different... I dreamed that some of my friends turned into zombies. Its not clear who they were but i knew they were friends or people known to me. At the start my boyfriend (Steve) and I were running away from them, we came across a small room full of upturned furniture and lots of wooden chairs, we hid in this room until one zombie found us. It was clawing through the furniture trying to get us, there was just one chair between Steve and the zombie was so close to clawing away at his face when i jumped out from my hiding place and attacked the zombie from behind and he changed back. So we went after the others, fought of they're attack and changed them back, we fought the last one together, changed him back and as he slumped to the floor i woke up!! Im feeling exhausted today! Please interpret this for me?..... Helena

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

I was riding a bay horse next to a castle. The horse tensed slightly and I saw a lion running toward us. I leaped off the horse, grabbed it by the reins, ran into the castle and quickly climbed up a high wall in a room with a tall ceiling, still holding the horse by the reins. The lion entered the room and leaped high trying to get us but could not. Several lionesses also entered and tried. I was concerned I wasn't holding the horse up high enough and was fearful the lion would get it so I lifted the horse up higher. I was concerned I might be hurting the horse by carrying it and holding it up. I looked at the horse and the horse indicated that it was okay. The lion leaped again and got one claw into my clothing near my ankle. I reached down and flicked the lion's paw free of my clothes and he fell. Just when I noticed my arms were getting very tired from holding the horse up and I was preparing myself to be able to do it for a long time if needed, others arrived on the scene and the lions were all captured.

The first thing I remember was being at home, getting ready for a dance. I got a dress shirt and suit. My dad drove me to my friend courtney's house, where me and a bunch of friends were meeting before the dance. I was inside, and I realized I had forgotten my tie. I asked my friend Thomas if he could drive me home so I could grab it. Courtney's dad told me not to bother, its not important. But I was self conscious so I still wanted to go home and grab my tie. Somebody asked me why I was here. Courtney must have heard, so she read the invitation letter out loud. It was a list of around fifteen people who had been invited, and at the end it said "and Andrew if he wants to come" (my name is Andrew) than she gave me a nervous smile, and I turned back to Thomas. I was annoyed that she had singled me out on the list, instead of just putting me with the other names. He agreed to drive me home, and we ended up at a tailgate. My friend Joe was there also, and we went around exploring at a fair for a bit, and bought some cinnamon covered pretzels that had way to much cinnamon, that kept going everywhere. We ended up back at Courtney's house, but I still didn't have my tie or my suit jacket, and I was really worried about it. We all were then outside a different house, and we went inside. we took an elevator down, the house was underground, so when we went back ouside we were inside a cavern. I was with a couple friends and my brother who all had random objects to defend themselves with. I lost a shield I had been using. I saw Courtney around the corner, so I asked my brother if I could borrow the guitar he was holding. He was annoyed so I took it from him. I went up to Courtney, who had claws for hands and was trying to kill me. I was holding her back with the guitar, and all I wanted to do was talk to her and apologize, and make everything right. She just laughed, and impaled me. I woke up.

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. Too many strangers in this house. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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