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I'm driving down the road at night and all of a sudden all the lights go out. I'm messing with the lights continuously and they won't come on everything is just dark. All of a sudden I'm in my home and I see my husband through the window. All I can see is his face everything is still dark. And no matter how much I try to open the door I can't get out. Nothing is working and my husband is simply looking through the window. Suddenly it dawns on me that I have been in a car accident. At that moment I begin to feel pain in my dream and when I wake up pain shoots through my entire body.

I was getting married to someone i have never seen before. the entire time her face was covered up either by her hair or something esle. I was inside the church i grew up in and we danced up the isle to the preacher. Then i moved to the wedding reception and i was dancing with a little girl who was my wifes daughter and not mine. there where white flowers everywhere and we where outside. I dont know what she looked like but everytime i saw her i felt extremely happy. Like the happiest ive ever been in my entire life.

I wake up in the morning to get ready for school and my boyfriend texts me, saying that we're over, he wants to break up. I become distraught and go to a store instead of school to do some shopping. I run into my friend Tommy, who is the only person in the entire store to acknowledge my existence. I stare at an item on the wall for twenty minutes, then Tommy buys me a cylindrical object called the Log of Logs. He takes me to a grab machine and wins me a necklace and diamond earrings, then kisses me. I tell him no, that I just want to be his friend, and he nods his understanding. He drives me back to his house where there's a garden of fruit in his living room and three of my closest friends. They don't notice me at all.

I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.

Ima shorten it some, u weren't in it tho.. But yeah so I was at the airport with my bro picking up my fam from PR, they got to the airport.. We walking blah blah blah and they had to go to the bathroom so I sit and wait, and this black girl starts talking smack about me but she murmuring.. and she wouldn't stop so it got under my skin... So I get up like nothing and walk over to her I didn't say anything , I just start going wild dandole y restrallandola contra el piso y la pared and pulling on her weave hahahah then I got tired so I left the girl there on the floor and walk away trying to blend in with the crowd.. And airport security comes n takes me to a room n start questioning me n they was gonna put like a label on me.. N I was like wait tho idk if this changes anything but (then i told them the truth) and the guy gave me label n it said trusted terrorist .. Or something like tha

The part I remember is that my husband was really wanting me to get this tattoo and it was pretty much already completed when I saw it in my dream. It was on the inside of my right arm, the top of it started near the inside of my elbow and was all the way down to the inside of my wrist, and it covered pretty much the entire inside of my right arm. It was of a cross, and I remember thinking that it was very interesting and pretty looking, it had a lot of detail or like pretty/fancy strokes around it, and it was all black (not the cross itself, but the lines were all black and it wasn't colored in) -- but it wasn't exactly what I wanted --if I were to get a tattoo it wouldn't be something I'd pick, I mean-- and I was a little disappointed that I would only ever really see it as being upside down when I looked at my arm.

I was getting a manicure but the salon was closing up so she was rushing doing my nails. She painted them purple but it was messy and unfinished. The owner arrived and said that they were closing but if I walked with them somewhere else that I could get my nails finished. So they got me to help them carry things to wherever they needed to go but they disappeared and didn't finish my nails for me. I had to walk back to the salon where my mum was parked outside waiting for me. Walking home I was exhausted and the journey took longer on the way back my skin started blistering and I became so tired I had to crawl and people were staring at me but no one helped. I finally got back to the car and told my mum what had happened.

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