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Then, a bit later, my friend ,(also deceased), also came in to see what I was doing. Apparently I was up there at the copier for awhile. I had apparently missed breakfast and this friend of mine brought some muffins to eat. At that point, the copying I had to do was done, and I was gathering it all together and putting it in some sort of manageable order so I could get out before being found out. However, I also recall sitting on top of this desk and reaching into the paper bag to get a muffin. there were muffins, and long italian breads and such inside here-so more hten muffins. I also recall telling my friend that I really shouldn't eat these, as I'm not suppose to, but handed her a muffin and I think I took one out for myself, all the while we were giggling.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

In a boat flying thru the blue waters, sense of fun, thrilling since we were going at high speed & lots of people also playing. Everyone is/was having fun, aboard the boat was myself & my teenage daughter. Then all of sudden were in a huge house that has many secure doors & floors were all throughout the house along with my ex boyfriend , kids, and husband. The home is next to a bus stop & many people outside waiting & by a coffee shop. But guy starts shooting from coffee House to guys at bus stop through the bedroom window.

I have this dream where I am a great political figure in an Aztec nation, and I've suckered a bunch of people into believing that I'm right, but I have lost of enemies who I'm afraid are going to kill me. The road I'm walking on is cobblestone and I'm waving at a crowd of people. Everything is blurry like a bad watercolor painting, and I can see the people waving and cheering at me. I'm extremely wary and nervous, and suddenly I fall through a pothole I didn't see and it jolts me awake.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

My best friend was getting married, but everything kept messing up so i told her she wasn't ready for marriage and she intern said i was crazy and she was getting married anyway so i supported her decision, so she was at the altar about to say her vows then a marching band came crashing through her wedding. every step of the way there was an interruption in the wedding i sat there thinking she was not ready to many things happened to stop this wedding and she went along with it any way

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