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I had the most bizarre dream ever last night and you were in it! It was set at Camelot and I was really upset because I didn't have time to do my makeup before my first set and for some reason I was wearing my glasses. Customers were really nice to me about it, but I was embarrassed. For some reason, Camelot looked nothing like it typically does and had three floors. You could lean over the second floor to see who was sitting on the bottom floor and there were some kids from my high school there… I didn't speak to them and went back to the dressing room which resembled a classroom. All of the sudden gunshots rang out and Vivian and I hid inside a little closet. Then there was a voice over the loudspeaker that the shooting was over but that three people had been injured but not killed. All of these people from my high school then came into this classroom/dressing room. I really wanted a drink so I went to this tiny fridge in the back which was similar to a mini-bar at a hotel… some of the mini bottles were empty, but I picked a little thing of Smirnoff Ice (gross). Then you came in and started using a computer in the back of the room. Everyone was eating St. Patrick's Day cake and saying that you were the shooter and no one would speak to you… I remember someone saying something like "she took a charge for her man."

I met a boy I have not seen in a long time. We got into a fight. My hair was long and black and straight and he pulled it. He had emo hair, dyed black. All he was wearing was black, skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. My clothes were the same items but had different decorations. Late we were in a car. He said something insulting and I pushed him out the window. I felt really guilty. Later on we were lying on his bedroom floor and having a deep conversation. He had seen the recent cuts that I had done on my wrists. He did because my gel bands moved too far out of place. I ended up snuggling my face into his chest. I guess we both fell asleep, because of a panicked scream from hus mother. I was not supposed to be seeing him. My parents thought he was a drug addict but he was not. Because they confronted his parents about it they got into a fight. That is why i was not supposed to see him. I was scared and he was defending me. He did used to do drugs, but he had told me that night he had gotten over his addiction for me.

I'm with a celebrity (Cameron Dallas) and we are really close then we fall in love. I'm at school with Cameron and his mum, his mum is on a computer PC getting flight tickets for them to return back to America as I live in England. His mum knows we love each other so she gets me one too. We decide to enjoy our days here in England. We take a walk on the beach with white/yellow sand but I chase him and fall over I get back up and chase him faster and reach him and we both kiss. We go back to school and everyone now knows he's my boyfriend and they start crying because they met him because he's my boyfriend . Then his mum send us off to somewhere but we decide to stay at school, lay on the floor and talk, and then we kiss.

My dream began where I was sitting on my sofa when the bell rang. I opened the door to find Lisa Simpson, in a Girl Guide uniform, at my door, who asked me if I wanted to buy some cookies. Being a nice guy, I obliged and asked for three boxes. She said "So, OK, you want five boxes..." I was confused and said "No. I said I wanted three". Suddenly, she repeated, more forcefully this time, "You want FIVE boxes", before kicking me in the nuts and holding a knife to my throat, before repeating "You want five boxes. That'll be £102.50". I, scared out of my wits, nodded and gave her all the money in my wallet. She kicked me in the nuts again, said "Have a nice day" in a mocking tone and walked off, leaving me writhing in pain on my doorstep. I am male, British, and will be 18 in just under 2 weeks (my birthday is on Christmas Day). I am male, British, and will be 18 in just under 2 weeks (my birthday is on Christmas Day). I am somewhat immature in personality and often ignore people when they try to remind me of the responsibilities of adulthood. I am also not conventionally handsome or in shape and do not partake in any particular "male" activities (e.g. I am not interested in sports). I am also somewhat awkward with the opposite sex. I used to watch the Simpsons when I was a child; Lisa was my favourite character. I am wondering of the significance of this. I only started having these dreams round about now, when people reminded me of my milestone birthday.

I visited a friend who was a shrink at a new corporate job she held. She was tall with brown hair. She was wheeling around a cart, like a cart the airline attendants use. And someone , without permission, removed the top of cart and I saw it happen and looked to see what was there with the person who removed cover. Inside were hundreds of face masks stacked up. They were all full face masks. Not ornate, just masks to cover the face. It game me the creeps, and I felt that her privacy had been invaded... I picked up a few masks to look at them, and they gave me the creeps. They were layered in the stacks, sort of rubber-like.

Went out with roommate to get chicken gyro have to put mustard or something strange unfamiliar place we’re in a semi basement big apartment she had to wait for me because i got distracted called my mom and then roommate called me she was waiting outside for me went to get gyro at some point i was having sex with anthony in ‘my bed’ in this bigger apartment.. went on for awhile pretty graphic somebody walked in on us? for some reason i had to go to ‘virginia beach’ australia went through this strange airport ended up in a lecture hall for ‘music and mind’ dan the psych was the lecturer handed out papers, stared at me. it was a big long lecture hall walking around australia at my therapist office. slightly creepy dude pale skin blonde hair light pink shirt white coat smooth voice said next session look at my sexual history. and it doesn’t look good i think back. david? paul? or should i lie about it?

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