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I had a dream i was ridding a bicycle going to a friend's house. the bicycle was red and the wheel seemed to be just a stick vertically an i was trying to get balance, so i got to my friend's house very well, found people there eating a white fish(the fish looked white like a fillet, without skin) and i had a piece of the fish, then someone grabbed the entire fish with the white color but it was an entire fish and showed it to me, i didn't touch the fish but i found it funny. than i went to look for my friend and a cousin of mine(i dont see her for a long time) appeared to me and started leading me the way to my friend's bedroom, the house was so big and full of rooms and bright colors, and she led me to a room where was a place full of beautiful fruits(all kinds) and i thought they were artificial just for decoration but they were real and some of them were with half skin only but the view was very beautiful, than she gave me an orange that i ate and after that i suddenly appeared in front of the same house and my boyfriend were by my side and we both were wearing bright white clothing and we were talking to an old couple and they were wearing black but they seem very happy together and very good souls as well because i felt very comfortable talking to them. it seemed that they were telling us how they got married but for a moment it seemed that that old people were me and my boyfriend both aged telling to us now young how we did got married but i don't remember the words they use,they seemed to be telling us a story or something.

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I have had the same dream the last two day of three people breaking in the first one I was woken by gun shots they I got scared and hide under my bed the 2 one I went out of town driving two cars but couldn't drive them back so I called my mom she came out I was parked in front of a car dealership the three from the car dealership following me home and tryed to brake in throw my bedroom window on my bed as an old fashion as I was adding the gun pander one of the guys got the gun from me and I woke up

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Moved oit of state with my ex husband and three kids...after telling him everything was taken care of frok the move I told him I had to go shopping. My dream flashed me to the mall where I stood still and watched as family I haven't seen in years walked silently by me. Then my brothers girlfriend walled by placed three tickets down and continued walked and said that's the end date. When I went to look at the numbers I saw blue sparkles on the paper and was then back at the house with my ex husband when I looked in the master bedroom our one bed had become two beds when I asked him what happened he leaned down and touched his forehead to mine.we were both looking down eyes closed and I had an overwhelming emotional response than woke up.

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Had to pee at work. I left work for privacy and first went to urinate in the private bathroom which wound up being located under my grandmother stairs. Then I was urinating in an underground toilet at a grocery store. Everyone could see me trying to pee, but not my private parts. However I couldn't pee. I could only pee when I had my pants on. So I put my pants back on and peed in my pants. My brother then met me and took me home to change my clothes. At home a secret meeting of dangerous people was taking place. I quickly got changed and started spying on them. I was almost caught looking in one of their bedrooms. I was once again in my grandmother's house. But then I popped into the bathroom and came out, acting as if I had been in the bathroom the whole time. A part started downstairs and I got dressed. I came to the rescue of a friend and sent her home. Meanwhile I tried charming one of the coherts but was unsuccessful.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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