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After a long journey I'm driving along a deserted street. On a boulevard in the distance I see four of my staff in boxes about the size of mailboxes. I get closer to see. They are locked in. They are standing in these boxes with hands tied. They see my and start begging to be let out. I'm very hesitant because I'm afraid of what they'll do when let out. I cautiously approach. Circle the boxes, talking to them to understand what they'll do if they're let out. I start unlocking the boxes. The last box is a Spanish man who has a temper. As soon as I let him loose he comes after me. He chases me. I immediately run for my car thinking this is my only chance. As I'm running I'm planning in my head how I can get into the car and lock it fast enough so that he can't get me. Now he has a knife. He's screaming. He's wild with rage. I'm out running him, but barely. I get to the car first, but my actions are very slow to close the door and lock it. No matter how I try I can't seem to move quickly. My fingers are on the lock but . My mind is racing, but my body is very slow. I don't get the car door closed in time. He wedges his arm in to force the door open. I struggle but can't stop him. He raises his hand to strike. He has an enormous machete. The sharp knife is coming towards me. He's going to kill me. I conscientiously wake myself from the dream and from sleep.

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A high point. Maybe a skyscraper. A room. Spacious. Four people in. Sandy is one of them and three more strangers. We can't really see their faces. Faces and voices are blurry. Sandy is watching them from the distance. The strangers are about to toss out one of them from the window. Sandy tries to discourage them not to do that but the strangers don't pay attention to her. Suddenly the stranger succeeds to toss him out from the window and he falls. There is nothing but a swimming pool below the skyscraper with a bunch of rocks in the middle of it. The falling person doesn't fall into the water but on the rocks, then he rolls down to the water and his blood dye the water red around him.

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Okay so I was babysitting this little boy & his little sister. the boy was 5 & the girl was 3. well it was me, mykenzie & Michael. & like 2 guy friends of mine show up at the front door & they're like we just got jumped, they're after us. I looked over & saw like 20 guys & I was like oh hell no, I have kids in here; they're going to bust my windows in & everything. & so I ran inside & hid the kids & locked the door. I looked outside & they were getting jumped & they were shooting guns at my house. blah blah blah. well eventually the cops cleared everything out. & I was walking the street with the kids. & I got a phone call & they were like you're next. & I turned around & there was a line of guys on dirt bikes & four wheelers. & stuff. & I ran with the kids & took them to a neighbors house. & i took this car & drove as far away as possible. & then I got thrown into this museum thing. & they found me. I ran. & found some kid & he looked exactly like Dylan. & I stopped. & I was like can I hug you? & he was like yeah. so I hugged him. & then I continued to run. I got back in the car & drove back to the neighbors. they broke in & took the little girl but couldn't find the boy. & they killed the old lady. & then they found me again. & then they all jumped me & started trying to slice my throat & at that time I woke up.

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The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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My husband and I were driving down a road. Came to a four way stop. There's a line of cara coming toward us on the road we want to go down, but it's narrow. I drive forward and he says let's see how you do. I realize that there is a huge drop off on my side if the road and if I go to fr to the left at all, our car will fall into the mud. I can't keep the car exactly in the right spot and we fall in slow motion. My side is in the mud. We are both ok. We unbuckle and try to get out but realize that we are sinking and we can't roll down the windows. And we can't open the doors. Then we panic and leave people at my office voicemails. Then I realize we are probably going to die. Then I decide its all a dream and wake up but only in the dream. . .

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, out Everyone is waiting for the light be afraid, don't be afraid the sun is shining out of my eyes it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you all when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on the face it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on your face it lays down painfully on your chest balance is lost it lets you go hard to the floor and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four And it will never fall from the sky Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun

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