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I was in an airport and I realized that I forgot to purchase a ticket for my flight that leaves at 9:30. My destination was New York for New Years. I clearly distressed and running around the airport. I come to a cashier and buy a ticket for the 9:30 flight and he tells me that its 9:20. He then nods his head toward a very long line of people in which I have to get into, in order to print the ticket I just bought. I was feeling hopeless but still went to the back of the line. There I met a young woman about my age who was aslo late for her flight. She seemed be perfect. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, white complextion, a few freckles on her face, and a daisy in her hair. I can't remember all of what we talked about. I remember her saying she lived in Austin, TX with her aunt and remember feeling that she was an extremly sweet girl. At this point I start looking around for other printers where I can print my ticket. I knew that if I left to try and find a printer I might risk losing my spot in the line i was already in. I left anyway, but I couldn't find another printer so I went back hoping no one else got in line. Sure enough I returned and there were ten more people in line. I was hoping however that the sweet girl would let me cut behind her to get my spot back. To my suprise I saw her at the back of the line. I went up to her and asked her why she went to the back of the line. She told "Because I was waiting for you" At this moment It was as if she lifted all the distress I just had. I was full of joy and was at peace. Missing my flight no longer mattered. I don't remember when but somewhere in the dream I remember seeing an image of her hand or a hand with an engagement ring on it. I woke feeling very happy but also very curious about the dream. I have my own theories about the dreams but am intrested to see what others think.

I was with some two men I just met and also with some of my siblings then we split up into cars to go to a different location but I ended up in a car with none of my siblings and with one of the guys we just met. Then there was also another girl in the car with us and she put something in her eyes. Then the girl was chasing me trying to throw sand and dirt in my eyes so she can hurt me. I was on the hood of the truck when she through the dirt up in my eyes and it blew back in hers but her eyes were protected from the solution she put in them before. Next thing I know she and I were both choking one another trying to break each others necks. Then I think I broke hers but then she turned into a little blond doll but she was still a human. As I was holding her little broken body in my hands I could feel her broken bones and broken wind pipe in her body. I was trying to get help from a friends kids at there house.

I'm at my grandma's beach house, a place that is very meaningful to me as in I might have my ashes spread there one day. I am looking down at the steps I have to get walk down and only view the stair case. I don't look up to see the beach or anything just the numerous amount of stairs I have to endure. When I look down at my feet I see that I am wearing roller blades. I hold onto the railing with my hands and inch forward ever so slightly with my feet. I make it safely to one step as I suddenly take a nasty spill on the landing deck (about 10 stair fall) I pick myself up and see all the stairs that are left for me to fall down. However when I am living this dream I am not seeing this first hand when I start to fall I see myself fall as an outsider creeping in the beach grass. When I go to pick myself up is when I creep back into first perspective. As I pick myself up and nurse my cuts and bruises is when I wake up.

I was at a State Thepian Festival and I was basically running around. The I had to use the restroom so I went to find one. It was laid out exactly like my high school so it was pretty easy. When I go there, the boys and girls were seperated by a half wall. My friend was talking to his girlfriend and I just awkwardly passed by. I went to use the restroom and when I came out there was this random bed and it was very dark and my friend was alone. I got really tired and decided to go sit down. Well, I sat down and within seconds, he was pulling my face torward him trying to whisper "You want to talk?" But while doing that, our lips kind of grazed each others. We sat there and talked for a bit then laid down and got comfortable while still talking. I then fell asleep in his arms and he fell asleep holding me. Then I woke up.

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