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I dreamt that my daughter was young, maybe 6, she had packed to go on a school trip. When I had driven her to the meeting place she said 'I forgot to pack my underwear.' I asked one of the trip leaders (Who happened to be Miranda Hart!) If we had time to go back home to collect the forgotten things. I started to drive back home but for some reason stopped to check my daughter's bag. I found that she had packed underwear- but that it was mine! I told her it would be fine and that she could use it (despite knowing that it would be too big for a 6 year old) and that she could also use my deodorant! The dream cut to after the trip with my daughter being annoyed that the underwear was too big. Which left me feeling guilty for not going home to change it.

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I was skydiving and it was amazing. But then I landed in the ocean pretty far off from the shore of a beach or something. There was a ship nearby and there was also a random unattended tiny motorboat. I thought the ship would save me because they saw me fall and they saw my parachute, but it didn't. But the motorboat somehow made its way towards me. In my dream, I thought the ship had sent it, but I just realized that it was unattended and low-tech so that's not likely. I swam over to the boat and got on and pulled the wet parachute in. The boat kept sinking, but I pulled the lid off of it and it rose again. It was also pretty impossible to steer. Then a mild storm started and when it ended, I thought I was ready to steer myself back to shore, but then the sky became overcast and I looked up and there was this giant spaceship big enough to hover over me and the entire expanse all the way to the shore. I don't remember what happened after that, but I think I remember joking about the situation with someone. Also, I felt that the spaceship wasn't dangerous. I think that's where I jumped from.

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Last night I dreamt that I was skydiving and it was amazing. But then I landed in the ocean pretty far off from the shore of a beach or something. There was a ship nearby and there was also a random unattended tiny motorboat. I thought the ship would save me because they saw me fall and they saw my parachute, but it didn't. But the motorboat somehow made its way towards me. In my dream, I thought the ship had sent it, but I just realized that it was unattended and low-tech so that's not likely. I swam over to the boat and got on and pulled the wet parachute in. The boat kept sinking, but I pulled the lid off of it and it rose again. It was also pretty impossible to steer. Then a mild storm started and when it ended, I thought I was ready to steer myself back to shore, but then the sky became overcast and I looked up and there was this giant spaceship big enough to hover over me and the entire expanse all the way to the shore. I don't remember what happened after that, but I think I remember joking about the situation with someone. Also, I felt that the spaceship wasn't dangerous. I think that's where I jumped from.

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I had two dreams in one, It was about going to concert of a famous singer. We were in the back and we couldn't see him so we went into this line that you could go on stage with him. then i remember being on stage and it just becomes me and him on the stage. this bad guy was chasing after us and we ran in to this underground thing under the stage and we started just talking to each other. Then i had another dream that the same thing happened i got on stage and we had to sign this ladies arm? and then he sat by these group of people and i said hey remember me, and he said Yes all excited. He made me stand up and he said lets go back to the hideout, and i said don't you have to preform and he said just come on so we snuck away and we went back to our underground place and we were playing around like we were getting married to stuffed animals then i went and tried to kiss him but he stopped me and said your going to go around saying you kissed me, so i backed off and said no i wouldn't but i'm really sorry i wont do that again, and i said don't forget me and he said never and i woke up. i don't have a boyfriend and real life and i don't like anyone. i've had several dreams about this popstar. and in the dreams i can see his face really clear.

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I had a dream that I went to some new school, and there were few people I recognized. None of my friends were there, except for people I disliked and this boy that I made up inside of my head. This girl who happened to be in my class had asked me to go outside with her to go get her sweatshirt in her car. I did, but I waited inside as she went through the automatic doors. As I waited, some boy who was Mexican came in and asked me if I was related to Dora. When I said no, he started to beat me over the head with a vacuum cleaner. I started running while my head was bleeding. I hid next to a vending machine, but he still found me so I started screaming and crying until I got back into class. Nobody seemed to notice so I hid my face after realize a boy who sat across from me was staring at me. The Mexican boy was still out there, waiting for me. It was like he was after me for nothing. I wore my hood on my sweatshirt, and the next class we were by the pool. I swam, but the Mexican boy jumped in and tried to drown me, so I stood up against the wall and clung on to the side. I then made my way into the next room, and I heard noises coming from the vents. Both doors were locked from the outside, so I couldn't go anywhere except maybe the window. I started to bang on it screaming, and crying and calling for help, and the boy who started at me previously, came and pulled me out before the other man could get to me. He saved me, and we fell in love and he carried me away from the school and kissed me on the lips.

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There was this little girl, and she was my sister or something... But we were stuck with this large group of guys who we stayed with for some reason, like protection or something.. And it was night time, all the buildings, even apartments and stuff, were shut down and locked to where nobody could get in or out.. So this other group of guys, older and bigger came and I guess they wanted this little girl so they started to kill "my" group. So I grabbed the little girl and ran with her, trying to hide her from the guys and something happened... Causing all the doors to unlock and stuff, well I took us in this building and I closed off the door so nobody could get in, but the building itself... It could like, feel us in there.. And it could manipulate the things inside it to try to get rid of us.

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I had a dream that my husband was out of town on a job when my family and i were told about a very serious attack that was coming. We were told that the entire country was in danger and that itd be best to be with everyone we love in case that was the last time we would be together. The threat was just a few short days away. I called my husband and hysterically begged him to come home so we could be together when this happened. He said he would come home. He got home two days later and told me that he had done something that he was very sorry for and that it didn't mean anything. He had come home when i asked him to but stayed with a group of friends by the river and had a party. He told me he had sex with another girl. He said he was sorry that it happened. But then when i got upset and started screaming at him, i slapped him a few times. Then it was as if he didnt even feel bad for what he did. He kept avoiding me and ignoring the fact that i was so hurt. I then started to feel like i was the one who did something wrong. I woke up before anything was resolved.

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