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This was a very realistic and lengthy dream. It started with news that the United States was being invaded by either another country or aliens (I'm not sure). My instinct was to escape and try to get away because all of the country's citizens were going to be killed. I started driving with my Mom, but then lost her and ended up in another city. I found some friends and my cousins and we heard of a plane that was going to save some people. We went to the plane, but were told that we were not on the list to escape. When the guards weren't looking, we snuck on the plane. I was in search of my boyfriend and wanted to make sure he was ok, but I never was able to find him. As soon as we got on the plane it took off. In the air, we were being attacked by a large ship that was blowing up buildings around us and firing at us. The pilot was able to nose dive and fly us to safety despite the large size of the plane. We landed in a small town. We must have been flying for hours or days because when we left when it was dark, but landed during the day. A couple in the area let us into their home and fed us and gave us a place to sleep. Once in their home and away from immediate danger, I thought about my boyfriend and dog and became very upset. I shared my feelings with others in my dream and then woke up.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, the nurse walked Angela and I into a different room; it was extremely cold and had one queen sized hospital bed. Ang and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right arms, from the elbow down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

I dreamed Jacob and I moved into a luxury suite in my old dorm at Indiana State, where -- apparently -- many of my old schoolmates still lived. Then I dreamed that on a dark street, a druggy-looking prostitute started skipping in circles around me trying to get me to contract for his services. THEN, I dreamed that at the Easter Vigil at St. Peter's Episcopal Church, Chicago, a guy who was supposed to read instead walked to the tabernacle, took out a ciborium full of hosts, scattered them all over the altar, and then proceeded to do a liturgical dance by candlelight, being roundly booed and hissed and finally manhandled out of the church so that the deacon could proceed to read the Gospel. Later in that dream, the liturgy stalled for an hour when the acolytes couldn't get the candles lit.

I had a dream tonight that I was involved in an affair with the president of the united states. I am not sure if it was Obama, but I am sure he was the president, others addressed him as such and he had security etc. He pursued me heavily and kept telling him it was wrong he was married, and he told me that he would take care of this. Now this is where it gets even stranger. I was not willing to be a mistress, but he made his secret service keep me close to him at all times, and would try to convince me to sleep with him. While we were at one of his speaking events, it got later in the day and all of a sudden we had to hurry to this motorcade to get out of the city that we were in because it was considered a "locked" city. All of a sudden these barricades come up and literally enclose the city as people try to get in or out. It was so strange. And all through this the president is trying to coax me into a passionate encounter as I'm looking out the sunroof of the limo and seeing towering steel walls enclose a city. As we drive away and we are making out, I mentally give in and am like willing to do what he wants me to do. Then I get to thinking of how do I tell my husband that I am leaving him.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, I leaned over the desk to hand them back to the nurse, but I could not reach her. After struggling for a bit, I decided to walk around the desk, but when I tried to stand, I noticed the bottom half of my leg was completely swollen and red. I then realized Angela’s leg looked the same and that we were both in wheelchairs. The nurse came and took the papers from me and then wheeled Angela and I down a long, dark hallway that appeared to be never ending, until we turned into a different room; it was extremely cold and had two small hospital beds. Angela and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right legs, from the knee down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

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