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I dreamt that I was staying in a house with a male friend and some others I didn't know too well. I felt slightly romantically inclined towards my friend. Then, a girl I know he likes in real life turned up at the door in tears (she also saw me looking dressed up in the background - I felt embarrassed and guilty). She stormed off and went into a house nearby. I told my friend to follow her and console her. He did. I then went to bed but began to be harassed by another guy I didn't really know, for sex. I tried to get away from him but he chased me. He tried locking the doors and I went to use the phone to call my friend but didn't know his number by heart, and the bad guy disconnected the phone quickly. I tried to escape or get my friend. I managed to get out the back door and tried running to the other house my friend was in to call him but I got lost and the guy was still chasing me. I ended up in a big city that was a mixture of London and the town I grew up in - I went looking for the house I spent my early childhood in, but then realised my coat, with my bus ticket and wallet was left at the original house. Feeling completely lost and hopeless, I then woke up.

I had the most bizzarre dream. I dreamt I was hanging on the edge of a basket ( you know the ones they have under the big hot air balloons) and just as I'm about to climb in I slip and I'm dangling by a rope hanging 100's of metres in the air. But I'm not scared or anything, more pissed off that I can't get into the basket and I'm saying to myself told you , you needed to stay fit. I can hear a voice coming from the basket telling me to hurry up and there are voices from the ground telling me to let go and fall.. Basket was usual brown type wicker colour. Balloon was red and blue in stripes. I have no recollection if I was actually looking at anything. I can't recall any skyline or buildings, just the feeling of dangling from the rope, I can recall athe rope and its thickness, and looking up at the basket, I can remember hearing the noise the burners make and it was daylight, no sunset or dawn so I'm assuming middle of the day. Had no thoughts of looking down, and no fear, just irritated that I couldn't swing my legs up and getting really shitty at everyone who was yelling to let go and the whoever was telling me to hurry up was starting to piss me too.

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

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