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I was at a construction site, several men working with big logs. One man kept asking me what year this was. He said it was 2008 and said no it is 2014, he said really are you sure? The men kept asking me about the blue prints where were they? I told them I didn't know anything about blueprints I didn't even know why I was there. it looked like they were cleaning the logs to make hardwood floors. I woke up several times and went right back to this same dream.

One of my closest friends died. I didn't see how but she came to me in ghost form to tell me. She looked the same And it was like she wasn't even dead. We went to restaurants and ate and she was even texting on her phone! She has a fiancee who is about to give birth any day now and lost her mucus plug yesterday morning. She is also a close friend of mine. I asked her how her fiancee felt and she said she was upset and transfered all her contacts including mine on to another phone bc she didn't want totalk to anyone. Weird bur nothing horrific or bloody.

I was at my boyfriend s parents house with his parents and my family. the next minute I was killing bikeie guys and stabbing them has never felt so real. I ran to hide while I was hiding I sore my mum sister and brother hiding so I hid with them. I then ended up killing more bikes and hiding there bodies where we were hiding. after that I must not have killed them because they all came riding back and started shooting everyone. everyone died except my brother and sisters and my partners dad. when the mist me I ran through peoples back yards to try escape from them I ended in a rain forest type thing where I got away for about 10 mins the head boss ended up finding me and we ended up having sex in the water so he let me go. I went back to the house and sore that my partners dad had called some sort of detectives and before I knew it I felt as if it was all gonna happen all over again coz they fobbed them in then I woke up.

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

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