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Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

It's the middle of a zombie apocalypse and me and my best friend (we are both female and 16 years old) are running from the zombies after putting human remains on the floor to distract the zombies. We then enter into a small dark apartment where zombies would find it difficult to reach us. I ask my best friend if she loves me, she said "of course I do" and the next time she looks at me she is wearing a wedding dress, dirty and old, moth eaten. I look away and ask if she is a virgin, she says she is. I tell her I am (this is true as both of us are virgins). She asks me if I want to change that and I say I do. I tell her I'm nervous about having sex and I turn around and she is lying on he bed in seductive underwear. She then gets me to lie down and climbs over me, she then says, and I remember this specifically, "this is why the wife is needed". She begins to undress me and using sex toys on me, and we eventually have sex.

Went to be at 12:32. riding bicycle down a hill. cool wind against my face. wearing white t-shirt that had three red arrows pointing up, left, and right. never reached the bottom of hill. i began pedaling harder trying to ride through a rocky dirt path. i couldn't move my legs any longer. i then realized the wheels were made of cookies. the cookies started to crumble as i slowed down. i jumped off the bike and it melted into the ground and the cookies were gone. i began to walk but i only looked at my feet. i wasn't wearing any shoes. the ground was dark green with light spots. i lifted my head and saw the light purple sky with orange circles. the ground started to move beneath me so i began to crawl. i never looked up until i had this strange feeling i was being watched. when i looked up there was a dinosaur staring at me. it didn't acknowledge my presence. i began to move my mouth as if talking, but no words came out. then i woke up

I am at a meeting with former employees I worked with (in real life many years ago since quitting my career and staying home to raise my children). I am totally bored and uninterested at the meeting. The higher up position employees are all sitting at the far end of the table from me and I am sitting at the opposite end with people that I am uninterested in. I realize I am not dressed appropriately for a luncheon later on that day so I slip away from the meeting to get changed. I am at a shopping mall and a man leads me into through a door way that is off limits to the shoppers. I am taken through some hallways and into a room where some people are that I have never met. I am intrigued to be in this room that is off limits to the shoppers. The room is filled with the largest collection of teapots in every colour one could imagine. It is amazing. I sit down with these people and the man offers me a tea that looks more like a dessert. He asks me what flavour I think it is. I guess raspberry tea. He tells me it is actually strawberry tea. As I am tasting the tea/dessert I discover my cellphone has fallen into the tea. A message is coming out of my phone stating that the phone has been irreparably damaged by the exposure to liquid. I am not too upset that my phone is ruined as I felt it was time for me to get a more up to date cell phone anyways.

I was in a submarine with a door open to outside. I saw my cousin, her husband, and two children enter a helicopter. It fell into the ocean. The submarine dived with the door open and we struggled to close it. I tried to find a diving suit but could not before a woman appeared and said they already rescued my cousin and her family. Then I was outside a restaurant talking to a motorcycle club. They were helping the FBI, so I gave my cell number to one of them. Then she called me but I couldn't understand her but knew she was in danger

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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