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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.

I was with friends and we were on this platform of sorts up very, very high with the ocean down below us, except it wasn't the ocean, more like a massive ocean-like pool. The platform we were on seemed to be some restaurant with other patrons sitting and chatting around. All of a sudden, my friends started egging each other to jump off the edge and into the water down below to get to something we wanted. Before I knew it, they had all jumped over and were paddling down in the water heading for this little platform that had appeared out of nowhere, and I only had one friend left with me. We were both terrified to jump over and I remember it was because we were extremely high up and the height was just intimidating, and we started freaking out like the girls we were, and two male patrons who were seated somewhere close behind us were laughing in amusement. Then she decided to go for it and tried to convince me to do it with her because we had to do it to get to something we wanted, but I was too chicken and backed out, determined to stay on the platform. She jumped over and soon it started raining heavily with dark clouds overhead and it got dark. I'd then take glances over the edge just to see my friends down below all gathered, but all I remember was the paralyzing fear of being up so high and not wanting to take the jump. I stayed on the platform and my friends all soon returned and came back up, all wondering why I didn't jump down with them. That's when the dream ended. I have never been afraid of heights, but now that I think about it, there's little chance that I would jump off a cliff of sorts from that extreme height and down into water.

Watched some sort of dark video simulation of something. Something that explained UFOs and something else. Sitting on couch downstairs with brother and mom, mom somehow explains that that is the cause of her fear of flying, and so that she will kill herself at 5pm. I can’t remember what causes her to say this, but she says, “you know I only say these diet tips to help you right?” and something about how she doesn’t necessarily think I need them, just that she wants to help me. I’m depressed about the 5pm thing, and seeing that it’s 11am, I decide I’m gonna go cry and take a nap. I get upstairs to my room which is dark, and when I get inside there is a kitten already lying on the bed, and another has just lay down. There is an intolerable stench of pee and feces, and I look to see that the cat is leaking a puddle of pee and poo onto the bed. I’m disgusted and angry and go to open the balcony door with my cat at my feet. When I open the curtain, however, there is a duplicate sitting outside waiting to come in. The cat at my feet tries to make sure I don’t open the door and tries to warn me of the imposter, but then I am forced to think that perhaps the one at my feet is the imposter. I can’t really remember the rest but it’s me trying to figure out an explanation as to which is the real cat. Disturbed and frightened and kinda panicked.

I had a dream that I saw my ex boyfriend out at a bar with some friends and we both started flirting and decided we wanted to be together again and that we missed each other. I was extremely happy to be with him again but the one problem was is that I have a new boyfriend . After spending the day with my ex thinking about how happy I was I soon realized that getting back together with him wasn't something I wanted. I wanted it but I wanted to be with my new boyfriend more. I felt extremely guilty that I cheated on my new boyfriend with my ex and couldn't even think of how I was going to explain it to him. All i know is I wanted to cry out of fear of losing him.

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