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In my dream I lived with an African family in Kenya. We lived in a very small hut-like house and there weren’t very many other families around. There also weren’t a lot of buildings or paved roads. We lived very far away from the village and it was a lot of hard work to keep the family going. I couldn’t go to school every day and when I could, it was a really long and tiring walk. We laid in mud-water to relax and even though it seemed like a really hard life the family seemed pretty happy.

It starts with me being outside sitting on the grass with my friends on a sunny day we are just chatting when they convience me to go inside this skyskraper and go upto the top with them im not sure what the reason is . only one of my friends identity is clear as we climb the sky scrapper we cant use the lift but we have to use stairs which are class and see through as as we climb my fear of heights gets stronger and stronger until we were 2/3 of the way up and i freeze on the floor and insist i cant go any higher and press for the lift button my friend is complaining and telling me i have come this far why not go the rest of the way whilst im cramped up on the floor from fear pressing for the lift button and it ends. ive had this dream a number of times and its starting to interfer with my sleep

Well, Im unsure about this but I want to give it a try to see if I can get this dream sorted out. So here goes. Ever since I was little, as far back as I can remember right before I got really ill and still to this day before I get ill I have this dream. Now I can't remember all of it because as soon as I go to describe the later part of it the memory of it just goes 'puff' and its gone no matter how hard I try, but here is the bit Ican remember. I'm in this room thats white all round, there are doors everywhere I face and all I can do is sit there and cry, in the middle of the room. every time I go to open one of the doors I get this terrible feeling and when I open the door its nothing but black, cold and silent. As soon as this happens I get taken right back to the middle of the room and the top of the room goes black, before giant black bricks are dropped over me, but when they touch me all they do is send me into a crying fit and make my skin feel like I have ants or spiders or something, I'm not sure what, running over my whole body like pins and needles but moving. This happens a number of times before I get the right door and I'm let out, but I end up in a dark wood kind of area with people I dont know around me and the same thing happens with the black bricks when I look at them. When I wake up after this dream I often feel the tingling feeling for a while as well.

Okay so I was babysitting this little boy & his little sister. the boy was 5 & the girl was 3. well it was me, mykenzie & Michael. & like 2 guy friends of mine show up at the front door & they're like we just got jumped, they're after us. I looked over & saw like 20 guys & I was like oh hell no, I have kids in here; they're going to bust my windows in & everything. & so I ran inside & hid the kids & locked the door. I looked outside & they were getting jumped & they were shooting guns at my house. blah blah blah. well eventually the cops cleared everything out. & I was walking the street with the kids. & I got a phone call & they were like you're next. & I turned around & there was a line of guys on dirt bikes & four wheelers. & stuff. & I ran with the kids & took them to a neighbors house. & i took this car & drove as far away as possible. & then I got thrown into this museum thing. & they found me. I ran. & found some kid & he looked exactly like Dylan. & I stopped. & I was like can I hug you? & he was like yeah. so I hugged him. & then I continued to run. I got back in the car & drove back to the neighbors. they broke in & took the little girl but couldn't find the boy. & they killed the old lady. & then they found me again. & then they all jumped me & started trying to slice my throat & at that time I woke up.

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