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In real life, I am a brunette, but in my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

It started off hat seemed like the sixth sense, but I actually had a dad. After getting out of the hospital I asked if mom, it was the mom from the sixth sense, had shown him the sweater, in the movie the boy wore a sweater when he was attacked and the mom found the holes, he said no and looked at me confused, but when I looked at the sweater to show him it had been repaired. We get home and he comes in my room and freezes in fear. I get happy and kinda creepy and ask him whats wrong. He says he sees someone under my chair, I look and no ones there and then a grudge looking girl comes out and attacks him. We try to run, I get to the door and look back only to see the sixth sense mom attacking the dad and I was next. We seemed to be at my old apartment complex from when I was growing up. It as dark outside and I ran around the complex trying to hide and thinking out people that I knew that lived in the complex. I try to run to their house and the mom catches me. The scene changed to the front of the complex where the property meets the road. She turns into a little girl,but I see my boyfriend in her. She starts talking about us growing up as siblings. I asked what if we wanted to date? He looks over and decides to take a boy body, I said you can't you're a twin. He takes two bodies, one for him and his twin brother. The brother was actually there and he picked his body. Me and this little girl go to the restroom and then suddenly I'm laying on this guy in the grass and we're watching a movie. When another guy walks by and it looks like my boyfriend , at that moment I saw the things that changed had e never met, and he claims we've known each other since we were babies. I told him he got it wrong, I guess what he was actually trying to do,and he said I was suppose to be with him and not the other guy. We end up meeting again at this dance concert.

In my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

I saw that I am sleeping in a bus alongwith my baby and waiting for my brothers to come but when I woke up I am seeing only my old friends. One friends on whom I had a crush before marriage was sitting just next to me and I am wodering how come he sat next to me. I showed my baby to him. Afterthat I saw that i am wearing a mangalsutra and moved forward to meet other old friend holding my baby; while meeting that friend I realised suddenly that there are some lost pieces of gold from my mangalsutra. I started searching for those lost gold pieces which I got it but not all. While searching for gold pieces I aslosaw many gold plated ear rings with white stones studded in that. I continued meeting my old friends and went to one restaurant with one old friend.

I was cycling with a basket full of beautiful, extremely white, small eggs (not as small as bird's eggs but smaller than chicken eggs). Halfway through I thought of adjusting the papers and cardboards so that the eggs are better nestled. I carefully moved the eggs onto the floor, shifted the papers and cardboards, but when I turned to the eggs I found the shells all cracked. They were still intact, but the the shells were all cracked. I shifted them back carefully into the basket, thinking that I'd have to cook them all now instead of only a few. I remember that it didn't upset me at all... only very surprised to find them all with shells cracked since they were all perfect a few seconds ago. Through some of the cracked shells I was able to see how beautifully golden the yolks were, especially against the pearlescent white shells. I remember noting that all were fresh and none were bad. The day was beautiful with perfectly blue sky and no clouds. It wasn't hot or humid at all which I hate when cycling.

I went to Bangladesh for the third time with my parents. At this time I am around 22 years old. I see this guy that I remember from the second visit. We start talking and he becomes very flirtatious. My family hold a party at the house and we all gather around the dining table. There is a guy I have never seen standing in the doorway staring at my. The women ask when im getting married but I say im only getting married to a guy born in England. Soon enough the mystery guy starts talking to me and he speaks to me in english much to my liking. We begin a relationship and he proposes to me.

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