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I am a ghost and im on a wooden ship made of all dark wood then i apear on the shore next to the ship but i never see the accual ship from the outside, then i see a large man with all dark clothes on, the caption of the ship i assume. he is floating on an inch of water with some others and there is absolutly no ripples or anything, for as far as i can see on the clean rockey ocean. then he and i are on the shore and he places six small bricks on the sand forming a rectangle. then he tells me to sit, but i refuse and say anything is to heavy isnt it? he says yes because he taught others and himself to float on top of a very small amout of water and not sink. then i walk away and i apear in a house that look over the beach but when im in the house i cant see the ship or aything but as soon as im out i can see the ship and other ghosts. But then a family walkes into the house and with a boy and they are telling him that baby pictures of me are accually him and that he doesnt have a sister. then i grab a brush and start banging at the glass trying to show them that im there and the glass breakes but the act as if nothing is happening. then i am crying and yelling at them telling them im there but they dont see me and im crying and asking why, why would you tell him i never existed thats not Micky that me dont you understand. its not my real life family its just my family in my dream. then im out of the house and dark wood is all i can see as i wake up.

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I am dead and a ghost and im on a wooden ship made of all dark wood then i apear on the shore next to the ship but i never see the accual ship from the outside, then i see a large man with all dark clothes on, the caption of the ship i assume. he is floating on an inch of water with some others and there is absolutly no ripples or anything, for as far as i can see on the clean rockey ocean. then he and i are on the shore and he places six small bricks on the sand forming a rectangle. then he tells me to sit, but i refuse and say anything is to heavy isnt it? he says yes because he taught others and himself to float on top of a very small amout of water and not sink. then i walk away and i apear in a house that look over the beach but when im in the house i cant see the ship or aything but as soon as im out i can see the ship and other ghosts. But then a family walkes into the house and with a boy and they are telling him that baby pictures of me are accually him and that he doesnt have a sister. then i grab a brush and start banging at the glass trying to show them that im there and the glass breakes but the act as if nothing is happening. then i am crying and yelling at them telling them im there but they dont see me and im crying and asking why, why would you tell him i never existed thats not Micky that me dont you understand. its not my real life family its just my family in my dream. then im out of the house and dark wood is all i can see as i wake up.

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Rapist Kidnapper murderer whole bunch of little boys grandpas old house We are sitting somewhere the kids are swing a couple of girlsKidnapper is talking to me I feel like I think I may love him we are spotted we run to the street where there are a couple of vans maybe 4 we run to the front middle on we go drive he pulls a stocking out of the glove compartment drives through a place where there are a lot of wigs like clown wigs black and white glittery women hands a bag for a disquies as if this was what he prepared for the boys are nervous for some reason we stop at a store he goes one way we go another one of the kids gets separated from us happens to be my son (not Geovanni) The kidnapper is the father the child is six. I find him some lady is hanging in to him she wants us to go to where the police are located I grab the boy my son and run we get in the van Now I remember why we went to the store on of the little boys needs underwear he got nervous messed his up he is a lil eccentric red hair. While in the van he trys to pull out cop cars are blocking his front he curse drives backwords we get to a pay and spray (like GTA) the owner is having a women spray him with spray matchein we get out Kidnapper goes up to the guy tells him the van needs to be sprayed then kills the guy instead there is an old Vw buggy orange owned buy the pay and spray owner He tells me Im not to drive it I tell him I know I get into the back seat Just me next thing I know we are separated he runs into some house some report has large signs with arrows and lots of lights on the sign with his name on it cant remember his name claims the she knows where he is she is going to get a exclusive the signs will point to him she runs me to a house I go in its dark Im scared I have a cell phone some girl comes in replaying a message her cheating boyfriend left her it says Im sorry I love you. The house Im in belongs to the girls cheating boyfriend she thinks im his mistress I tell her im not some how we come to understand who I am that the cops are searching for me she feels bad wants to help me out I take out my cell call the kiddnapper because Im scared I want him to protect me he says I better not be setting him up but he finds a way to come to me Mean while the girs boyfriend shows up she doesn’t want him to find me she hits him over the head knocking him out she isn’t sure if she killed him the kiddnapper shows up we are on the thrird floor to together he hears someone walking up the steps is ready to fight its just the girl she tells us the cops are searching the house we have to hide I go into a closet looking for where to hide descied to hide be hind a blanket saying I resign myself to the cops finding me but I will try to hide anyway then I wake up.

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I saw that I graduated. The dream was all in sepia. I saw Abhishek, a classmate of mine when I was in 5th standard, in Varanasi. Now I'm in 9th, and it is weird to dream of him as I don't even think about him. Abhishek graduated too with me. I saw a ladder, I wanted to climb it, but I did not as I was amazed to see Abhishek and started talking with him. We did not talk much, however. I went on a machine, and I was informed that the machine was built by a man who graduated the first time in the world. His graduation was so great. My father told me that graduation is nothing but a kind of interview. All the difference between and interview is that in graduation, we have to make a presentation. M father said that examiner asks some question, and we have to answer it, and then make a presentation on the basis of the questions that were asked. Then I asked my father that why the man who graduated the first time is famous? He said that it was because his presentation was different, he was asked some different kinds of questions that are normally not being asked. But I said to my father, that this is not a good reason, why did examiners asked different questions to him only, not to any one else? There is nothing he did. Then I demanded again why the man who graduated first was famous? My father replied that it was because he committed suicide later. I was still confused, I couldn't understand why the man who graduated the first time was famous. Before I could get information a little more, I woke up.

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So I just started dating this guy, his name is logan and we're falling for eachother and everythings going great. Well last night he stayed the night with me and I dreamed that he had told me he loved me and i ignored it and didnt say it back i just looked into his eyes and stared into them for a long time then i layed my head on his chest and he touched my hair and then he was gone and i was laying bed by myself i don't understand why i ignored those words and why he was gone right after?

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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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