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My neighbors across the hall from me in my apartment. In my dream they have a baby about 10-15 months old that is addicted to cigarettes. The baby is somehow in my apartment smoking and I'm about to grab her/him to bring him back home. The mother is there, in my living room smirking and lights a cigarette for the baby and gives it to the baby. My apartment has a different layout that what I actually live in. Entrance door leads directly into a small living room. My old bookshelf on the wall looking to the left if you enter the apartment. On the far left wall and the wall across are two old ratty couches. The neighbors still have the bratty daughter that they have in real life, but also have a cat in my dream that tore open the top of my couch on the far left/back wall and likes to sleep inside the couch. I had to force the cat out and grab him while he is hissing and trying to bite me. I took my had to squish the head to keep him from biting me, and threw him across the room where he ran out.

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I went to church and the youth was playing sardeens and karl was hiding but we were all leaving but we needed to find him so we found him under chairs then when we get up I see shawn holding a cat and he's all lovey with his cat, then I go up to grace and she gives me a hug and then a piggy back ride and we go outside and follow shawn, then shawn turns into a cat and we chase him then grace steps on his back foot and breaks it off then I pick up the cat (shawn) and help it and notice that it only has half a leg. Then shawn goes into church but the cat is still alive. so I think I should go into the church so I lay the cat on its side in the parking lot and run to the church but the cat follows me with its limp so I get the front door and its blocked off so I pray outside with the cat

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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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I dreamed that my friend (who is my confirmation youth director) was having troubles. I saw her living across the street from me with an older man (much older then her). I know in real life she is newly engaged though to a different person. My friend (Laura) visited my house and I remember her sitting on my bed with her head in her hands and she started to cry. The man she was living with was abusing her, making her be the servant, treating her very unfairly. Of course, she didn't tell me that, I saw it all before. She was just so sad and crying and when I asked why, she told me she didn't want me getting all mixed up in it because she didn't want me getting hurt.

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