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I have this reoccurring dream that happens quite often since I was in grade school, It takes place in my mom’s home is McNary, Arizona. I wake up within my dream in my bed at my mom’s house, everything is dark but looking out the window the sky is orange (this is usually the color of the sky after it snows at night). I walk down the hall feeling very uneasy, I can see that no one is home. I go to the closet grab a jacket and step outside. My dogs are gone and my friend is standing at the end of the pathway outside our gate, saying, “Shannon we have to go, they are coming.” I don’t say anything. I just run off the porch and get to the end of the pathway and she is gone. I start heading down her house. The place is heavily filled with pine trees and snow, with red splatters here and there. I can feel the fatigue in my lungs from breathing the cold air so I stop. But I here the crunching of the snow beneath someone’s feet, at this point I feel so much fear my heart is racing. But my instinct is to turn around when I do there is a hooded person with its eyes glowing red. I’m frozen I can’t move, I can feel my heartbeat in my head forcing the blood back to my face. I turn to run, but there is another red-eye person there. It slams me to the ground and sits on top of me pinning me, and the other person pinning my arms above my head. It pulls out a gun, cocks it and I beg squirming around and crying. “Sit still” the voice of a male softy says. I relax knowing my fate; he kisses my forehead and then my lips. Placing his hand on my chest and placed the gun between his fingers and pulls the trigger 3 times. I can feel the pain, I yell in my head “Wake up! Wake up!” and I do. My heart is pounding hard and I’m sweating.

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

In my dream It felt like I was on drugs and over dosed. Someone or something was Lifting my hand up and I opened my eyes and no one was there. I was like levitating. There was a party the night before And my little sister was trying to go but my aunt didn't let her I yelled at my sister for even trying to go. I almost beat my cousin dannys ass but I don't know why but he thought I feared him for some reason. Then at the end when i thought i was awake (this felt so real it scared me) someone was walking in my apartment and I heard footsteps then felt someone holding my facedown with a pillow and run I heard the door was open I tried to open my eyes and get up I couldn't I tried pinching my self and moving alot but I couldn't and then after trying really hard I woke up to the scene from my apartment which was just how I had it but without the pillow I couldn't move my body or talk in the beginning   of both scenes i yelled to my brother for help And the first time he came.

I was on my ship that I served on in the Navy in the 1980's walking by a compartment and in the compartment I saw 4 NY Yankees from the 1970's - 3 pitchers (Ron Gidury, Goose Gossage, and Catfish Hunter) as well as another player not a pitcher but I can't recall who it was. They all had boxes of baseball memorabilia from the 70's with them. I realized that I had in essence stepped back in time that we were in present day 2012 but they were in essence in the 1970's and could not "reach" me. I also realized that their memorabilia was valuable. For whatever reason I was a real jerk to them - and I knew that there was nothing they could do about it. For example, I told Goose Gossage that he was going to have a hard time getting into the hall of fame, told Gidury that he would become a Yankees pitching coach and nothing more, and told Catfish hunter that he would die a young man of Lou Gehrig's disease. I also told them how successful Reggie Jackson had become. I was also rummaging through their memorabilia and was going to steal some of it. Through all of this they just stood there behind their memorabilia and it seemed as though they could do or say nothing. They were almost like cardboard figures. For whatever reason I decided not to take anything and began to walk out, and as I did I looked over my shoulder and made a wise ass comment, but I don't recall what it was. As I turned again to look forward I saw Joe Torre, Bucky Dent, Craig Nettles, Chris Chambliss, and other 1970's Yankees walking in, but they were not young and in their 20's but as they currently look and in their current age. I remember distinctly that Joe Torre was in front and was holding a baseball bat - he was also wearing sun glasses. It was at that point that I realized that I had not stepped back in time but we were in present day and that these Yankees were all gathering for old timer's day. No one said a word to me and I walked out past the Yankees that came in. Fear and shame swept over me because I knew that my actions would be known to the world. That's where the dream ended.

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