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I dreamed jennie and i were in ireland at the hotel we will be staying at. we were poking around the rooms, having a great time. we went downstairs to the pub, there were men sitting around an outdoor table drinking beer. i was blockaded so the only route i could see was to climb over their table. i put my hands on the table and started to jump up, the table fell over sideways and lauched some items at top speed toward another table with a man sitting there. people thought he was dead. i walked over, thinking omg, i may have just accidentally killed someone... he was lying on the ground with a pizza almost embeded in his face (thats what was launched!). i gently pulled the pizza/cheese of hoping he was still alive. he opened his eyes amidst the red pizza sauce (whew, thank god hes alive!) then i realized... it was mel gibson. swear to god...what the hell does that mean???

The story starts in a random arena/coliseum in outer space. The arena portrayed a futuristic battlefield in the shape of a donut. The whole in the middle took up the most space of the coliseum, leaving only a thin ring about a car width wide. I started on one side of the ring, the opposite side of the red eyed, 20-foot tall tarantula. The official rose from the podium in the middle of the ring and blew his whistle. The crowd of Lilo, Stitch, and all of his alien friends began to cheer and go crazy. The tarantula launched itself up in the air and over the official towards me. I had nowhere to go so I jumped into the open hole right before the tarantula had landed where I was standing. The rate at which I was falling felt like it was doubling every second; my cheeks jiggled near my ears and my hair began to catch on fire. As I drew closer and closer to a pitch-black state, I woke up and fell out of my bed. I was really sweaty and my pillow was no longer on my bed; It had been thrown out the door.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”

It was the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Myself and a few friends were among the few remaining survivors. We met up at my high school, which had been converted to a refugee shelter. On arriving, the place was surrounded by zombies. Inside, a weapon was being built, a giant train, converted into a tank/hotel on wheels. We spent a few weeks finishing up the Battle Train. On the day it was ready to launch a last group of refugees arrived, one of them was a good friend of mine. As the group ran for the building, she fell behind, and before I could help her, was caught by the zombies. I retreated into the train and locked myself in my room as the Battle Train set off on its cross-country journey, mowing down zombies and rescuing survivors.

I was in a classroom and I got a few questions wrong. I then picked up a takeaway and delivered it to a business friend. I went home and my house was different. The popular group of my class where waiting at my house. I was suddenly launched into a small street near my house. All the cars were small and made of a felt type material, the police were after me because I supposedly spent three hours in a service room. A fat man helped me escape a police man and I was suddenly relaunched into the fat man's house. I took this drink which was jelly bits in a juice. I then crept home and realised it was three in the morning and my mum would kill me. I saw my cousin there and started humping the door.

I dreamed that I was with my family on vacation when I was about 15 and we went to the middle east but not a specific country. We arrived at this riverbank where there is a boat and the river is almost completely filled with huge black snakes. We get into the boat. I go to the bow and reach into the river and grab the tail of one of the huge black snakes and it begins to pull the boat down the river. We arrive at our hotel room which was a small bungalow amidst several others. Later some men came who worked with my father and our family got into their car and we were driven to a small brick building overlooking a valley of trees. We went inside. A button on the wall was pushed and one wall opened to reveal a window looking down on the valley below. A different button on the wall was pushed and the trees that covered the valley began to move towards the edges of the valley revealing atomic missiles. We were warned by my fathers friends that we would be witnessing the end of the world. A third button on the wall was pushed and missiles launched from where all the trees once stood, gushing out of the earth with an intensity that severley shook the building we were in at least a mile away. Then the scene shifts to my brother and I driving in a car in a middle eastern city where there are lots of wires above the streets and lots of buildings stacked on top of one another, buildings built on top of buildings. In the center of all that is a hill covered in green grass with one tree on top. I can see it sporadically between buildings as we drive. Then at some point all the missiles that were launched earlier in the dream all hit the green hill in the center if the city. The end.

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