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But i found myself inside of a sex shop with a group of friends. (that's probably a sign that i should go lol) but i end up wandering off because there were like five different rooms branching off from the main room i was in a room with like costumes and role play stuff for sale. there were also a bunch of different sized bandages for sale. even one for the chin haha so i'm about to leave because everyone else is ready but before i do, a priest walks into the room i was in with either his family, or someone elses', with their five children under 10 my first thought was how were they allowed into a sex shop being so young. my second thought was why would a priest bring these people here. and my third was why in the world would a priest be here anyway that entire group was speaking spanish but everything in the shop was in english and they were trying to figure out what the greeting cards said there was a big card stand area that had a bunch of random cards on them. i didn't read any of them, but they seemed pretty tame, which doesn't make sense due to the context

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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I met my ex boyfriend at a church carnival at my old school. In the dream I was still with my current boyfriend but he was not around. Me and my ex were hitting it off and acting like the old times. We hugged and got very close to kissing but promised to keep it friendly. Then we went to a party at another one of my exes houses. The other ex was extremely jealous and hated that I was with the first ex. The. My current boyfriend texted me also jealous. I felt guilty but stayed with my ex

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I had a dream that i was in church during a fasting and a guy who's older than me who barely goes to church started off by kissing my cheek then neck then my lips. I pushed him away and ask what he was doing. Then i moved my seat, but ended up around him again, we exchanged number and started texting. Next thing I knew I was with a boy I once had a crush on kinda still do, in a basement with other people. One of the people there was my ex's bes tfriend derek. I went to the bathroom and the boy I once had a crush on who I still kinda do followed me in the bathroom. He grabbed me and kissed me then I just walked out the bathroom, and it was suddenly valentines day. I had present for the boy and he had present for me too. Derek started fooling around and lined up the boy I have a crush on, ex's up until myself. Then i ended up going to do some activities with people I can't make out but one. This one person is a girl who doesn't like me, and we were talking and laughing with each other. I needed a phone and she offered hers.

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