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First, in my dream, I remember being at a store with my dad, step mom, and stepbrother. I bought a pack of peppermint gum (like what I usually get) and 5-piece pack of this dessert gum. The dessert gum was cheese cake flavor. When we got outta the store, we saw this white truck that is owned and has been owned for 2 years and the owner was 18, 16 when he bought the truck. We stole it and I was the one driving and I was too young to drive in my dream (and I am barely too young to drive in reality. I will be able to in months). Then after that we started talking about this single mom with one kid that hired a babysitter and never came back to the house and the babysitter ever got to go home. Then, all of a sudden, I became that babysitter. It was just her and me. She was a baby, probably about a year old, and she had blond hair and blue eyes. And I have naturally blond hair and blue eyes (both in my dream and in reality. I dye my hair black, btw) We were playing underwater. There was seaweed under the water. After we played under the water, the kid was probably about 4 or 5 years old. She wanted me to do a bunch of things that I refused to do (like hug her and things like that). I was trying to track down her mom on the internet, but I couldn't find her. When I gave up, I knew I was gonna have to be this girl's parent. So I gave her a big hug. She asked "are you ok?" I said "yes." We played around for a while and I did the things she wanted me to do. After a while, we went to a hot air balloon. She grew up so fast. She was probably about 18 by the time we got outta the balloon. When we got back, the girl's mother was their. She, me, and her kid talked. The mom was proud of her for lying to some people, telling them how good she is. It seemed like the kid was really happy to see her mom. She didn't really say how happy she was to me for being her mom, but she showed it as she grew up. Then I woke up. (and at the end of the dream, the girl was getting ready to move out and start her own life). What is my subconscious trying to tell me? This was a weird dream. And btw, I didn't eat anything before I went to bed, and I never do (except for a cup of milk, but in the 2.5 years I have been drinking it before I went to bed, it never gives me weird dreams. When I have a weird dream, there is typically a meaning behind it.

I was in a run down city, the buildings had numerous bullet holes in the them. At some point I was walking down the street when I fell backwards. To my horror I had four bullet holes in my chest. At first I experienced sheer terror but then I started to walk away. Like I hadn't been shot at all. Then I went to a wedding, bloody shirt and all and enjoyed a beautiful ceremony, at which I caught the flowers. No one cared about my appearance either. Afterwards, I trudged up a steep walk way to a car and tumbled inside, I want to say it was my truck. Three days passed by and I remember dying, lying in the front seat.

I was in a nice 4 door pickup truck and was driving around manassas close to osbourne or somewhere by a school (I kinda recognized where we was it looked familiar but different) and somehow H was in the truck too. I stopped at mcdonalds and a white dude who knew me came up and was hugging me and we were talking. H was still in the truck, but eventually came out as soon as he asked me for my number as we were walking back to his car. H was standing there gritting on us while I bought a quick $50 bag from him and he said he was headed for kentucky but he took my number and said he would call me tomorrow and would gladly come back for me (I think he liked me!) so of course H is cussing me out in the truck as I was driving him somewhere (probably my apartment in the dream). I got pissed, pulled off the road at some store and told him you know what if you dont like it GTFO I was screaming at him...i drove into some gate with a dark road down it but something said turn around and leave and right as I did I saw a cop running towards the gate and the gate had closed as soon as I pulled outta there (whole time I had my 50 bag in my left hand in the door pocket LOL) so I turned around just to drive past H to see what he was doing- he was standing at a church with a baby in his hands and I yelled to him whos baby is that and he said Paul's...then he was calling for some girl stephanie to come help him....so since I saw he had people to help him I left...sparked up my bag and was headed towards home and woke up. There was also some small part where I was in an apartment and carlos and one of his friends were there but no C in sight...IDK what was up with that???

I find Myself walking up My ( deceased) Grandmothers driveways to see a big rig truck, solid black with a broken headlight, and a man laying in a puddle of murky water, (i know whats going to happen and i cant do anything about it.) I run up to the man thinking he's hurt, i hear the murmuring of him but he's heavier then anything i've ever lifted and i cant roll him over, and i cant see his face, all i see is a black shirt and brown hair, and his leg's disappear when i look for them. i try and roll him over and then a man will always come from behind me scream " Don't touch it! dont touch it!" and he'll yank my hand and make me run. i always turn around and pull against the man to try and help the other man. ( i cant tell what the man looks like again, all i see is a blue shirt and brown hair on the second man and his hand is cold. very very cold. and covered in grease.) before i know it the other man has disappeared and we are running threw my grandmas hay field its all dead and dried up. i always hear the trucker closing in his truck and feel like collapsing.. and everytime the guy that was leading me away vanishes and i end up falling and unable to move. next thing i know is the man is getting out of the truck ( and he always has something with him, a bar, a wrench, a rock, a bat,) i cant really see him but i see his black boots. stomping ...and then.. he kills me.. ..

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