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’m walking through Exeter at the bottom of South Street and just everything burning and collapsing around me, I start walking up towards the High Street, the fires are becoming more intense but I still cannot feel them. The further to the end of the street I get I’m beginning to wonder why no one is attempting to stop these fires, but I press on. I head towards Rougemont Park because its highest of Exeter that I can think of and its all grass anyway so that can’t be burning so as i reach Rougemont its locked up and barred so I head back to the centre of town, as I begin to reach the High Street I see someone walking among the burning arches near what was Whsmiths, as I shout for them to get away from it as it may collapse at any second they ignore me, so I run over to get them but it almost seems to take an eternity to reach it. As I reach them I cannot work out there face through all the smoke, then the ceiling collapses on us they whisper that we’re free

Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

Driving my subaru at midnight in san francisco it suddenly starts  to rain.  Theres no traffic amd all pf the lights cycle through their colors.  I disregard the colors and floor it.  All of the sudden i feel a click.  I press the brakes with no response.  The shifter is stuck in 5th gear and i have no ability to slow down.  The music gets louder and everything blurs.  I see a train track ahead and a light in the distance.  A train is coming dowm the tracks. I have tunnel vision set on beating the train. I get to the tracks and breath a sigh of relief.  The train suddenly darts forward with infinite speed.  The train t bones me.  I wake up.

Driving my subaru at midnight in san francisco it suddenly starts  to rain.  Theres no traffic amd all pf the lights cycle through their colors.  I disregard the colors and floor it.  All of the sudden i feel a click.  I press the brakes with no response.  The shifter is stuck in 5th gear and i have no ability to slow down.  The music gets louder and everything blurs.  I see a train track ahead and a light in the distance.  A train is coming dowm the tracks. I have tunnel vision set on beating the train. I get to the tracks and breath a sigh of relief.  The train suddenly darts forward with infinite speed.  The train t bones me.  I wake up.

I leave my home to go to this shanty village. I am trying to save my father and brother. A crowd of men surround me and they jump on my back until I can no longer stand. They press themselves upon me. I find the strength to stand and get away. I hide in one of the dark shantys. I find a silver ladle there and a girl hiding in the dark. I take her with me. I feel like I have to save her. I bring her to my home and feed her stew with the silver ladle. She seems restored. I go back to save my father and I am successful. I bring him home and feed him with the silver ladle but his color is not restored he is still dark and gray and determined to go back to the shanty houses. I am saddened but I let him go realizing that he doesn't want to be saved.

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