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In my dream I lived in a dark manor. I had a family but they were all dark charaters. It started like I was watching a horror film, I saw a man become possessed and murder another member of the family. Then his face contorted and he himself died. Then I was running and there were three cats talking to me and they convinced a random truck driver to give me a ride out of town. So I go but the demon that haunts the family follows me and possesses a man at a gas station we stop at. He chases me down, picks me up and throws me into a glass casement in the store. Then I woke up in a bathroom in the old manor and I felt the demon come over me. It felt like that feeling you get when you stand up too fast and you get lightheaded. Only it did not go away, I could not control my own body or speak. The demon takes me down a dark hall and we enter a room. There is a woman sleeping in the bed as we apporached. We grabbed her and shook her hard, it was my mother from my real life. I managed to get out a few words from my paralyzed lips, "Help me... I'm possessed.." then I woke up.

Walking down a street walking my dog when I hear a lion roar look around and see children playing the lion is stalking towards them licking his lips I slowly make my way over to the children with my dog and tell them to come with me and go towards a house with a black door with big glass windows. The door was open so I shepherd the children in keeping them behind me still holding my dog on her lead. As I get the children inside the lion gets to the door and stares as me but doesn't attack. I feel calm, the lion seems calm I don't feel frightened of the lion or that the lion will attack me. I shut the door and go upstairs with the children. I hear a woman crying and screaming in the street I look out of the window and one of the children shouts out that it's his mum, he tries to tell her he is safe and to get inside. A man comes out and drags her inside. I phone the police for help they don't believe me, then the lion roars again, I can't see him but he doesn't attack anyone.

It was my sisters wedding dinner and I am the maid of honour,I was wearing a pretty blue dress That finally fits as I was on a diet.i was looking good and my family friend who I am infatuated with came.in truth I barely know him.he and I go out to the garden sit on the grass looking at the sky and we talk about random things.he kisses me on the lips and it starts to rain but we continue kissing .finally someone calls us in.my dress is ruined and I have to change but I want to wear another dress so I can look good to get his attention

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

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