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Me and my older sister who is 8 months pregnant were at a building somewhere and we came out to the car and this van came up and was threatening us and one guy jt wouldn't stop even when I sprayed him straight in the eyes with pepper spray he looked me straight in my eyes and took out keys and started stabbing her in the face and throat and I jumped across the hood n tried to rip his head head off but he just wouldn't stop! Then I woke up crying and breathing frantically!!

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.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

I was at a High school party with all of my friends. Eventually we were all drunk and had the idea to go skinny dipping in the lake. While I was out in the water with everyone I began to freeze and I felt something on my toe. It then pulled me under the water and I could not breathe all of a sudden I had a rescuer and It was another boy who had been out there with all of us skinny dipping. He had to give me mouth to mouth CPR and then I finally woke up all of sudden. And we were laying there naked out in the cold. Then we went back into the house and continued to party longer but we just had a weird draw to each other so went upsatirs and we had sex and madeout

I had a brother. We had to leave our house in the little village because a werewolf murdered our parents. We moved into a little apartment, I assume it was in the city. It was really dark and my bed was the couch. I started to do the rituals we were supposed to do every night so the wolf wouldn’t come, or so we would be warned. I began to place books around the couch, they were attached to strings. One side of the string was attached to the book, the other side attached to the wall. My brother passed by and laughed at me, calling me foolish. I ignored him, and watched as two of the books fell down, which meant the wolf was near. I tried to convince myself that I hadn’t finished, and the string probably wasn’t attached the right way. I sat on the couch terrified, and put the books back in place. That’s when my brother revealed himself to me; it was actually him who was the frightful beast. Once I found out it was him, I woke up. Even though I knew it was a dream, I was still scared breathing heavy, and hoping not to fall asleep again.

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 am in a competition where we must kill each other and one will win. me and a few friends hold our breaths underwater and swim away, faking the judges so that we can escape the game and live. a friend's dad picks us up in a car and drives far away to safety. In the meantime, the judges from american idol are hunting us down, and they find one of my friends and stab her in the back with a knife, causing her to cry out and die a painful death. i am walking down a familiar path. i know where i am going, but i can't see. i have to trust my inhibitions to know that i am making the right turns.

I dreamed of seeing my husband"s daughter for the first time , then i watched them with other people all swimming under a strip in the sea for a long time without breathing, so i asked someone sitting beside me (how could they stay all that long without breathing?) She said that this strip Only has Oxygen and its a miracle and thats why everyone is trying it...Suddenly i found a bear holding a puppy after rescuing it and bringing it to a man that i know and sitting beside me, but when i looked again at the puppy,, i found that its his baby and said hello to him...I was embarrassed from this man bec his brother died and i didnt send him my condolences, so i just said hi only....what does this dream mean?

I dreamt that I have traveled to my grandparent’s home in India. While I am there I sit around in the warm sun and somehow manage to hold a conversation with the trees planted in their huge garden. As I am talking with these trees my grandfather who died before I was born comes down the pathway and just sits with me. Curious yet frightened I sit there quietly watching as the scene changes from my grandparent’s backyard to the beach. As I sit there the ocean waves casually turn into a high tide and before I know it I am underwater. I look around and start to swim without much effort or the need for breath. I swim around with fishes and don’t notice that my grandfather is no longer with me. I wake up as I surface.

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