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So my boyfriend and I went in vacation with our families down to like the middle of no where. You know, dark woods, nothing around for hours, creepy old house, next to I think it was a river. Well when we were down there people we knew kept showing up. Like groups of people at a time. So we'd let them stay for like a night or whatever. But the house was haunted. Like really haunted. There was this girl, with like the scariest ghost face ever, and she lived in this one room. And nobody was allowed to go in there because every time someone would open the door she'd scare them really bad. But people did anyway. Idk it was weird. Well we were all down there having a good time minus the ghosts. And this group shows up, and my ex boyfriend was in the group. And my current boyfriend was showing everyone around the house, and I'd just come inside from swimming, had no idea anyone else was even here. And I was in the kitchen making food. And my ex walks in, and it was just really weird, like why are you here weird. And I don't remember why, but he tried to give me a hug, and I pushed him off. Then he tried to kiss me and I kept pushing him off, and my boyfriend walked in, and got super pissed off. And wouldn't listen to anything I was saying. And I was crying because I just got like harassed by my ex, and my boyfriend wouldn't listen to me he just kept walking away. It was so awful. Then my boyfriend went in that ghost room and I followed to in there, and turns out that ghost committed suicide and yeah. Then I woke up!

The dream starts out in my house. There is my mother and sister on the couch and the light is on. Then the dream changes. Now I'm in a bedroom which seems like the attic. I'm lying in this bed, my sister is in it with me and my grandfather too. My grand ma is sitting in a chair at the end where my grand pa is. My grandpa is lying on his stomach and starts turning and moving all over the bed. We figure he's dying and I think that if I died I wanna die with god the last thing on my mind. So grandpa is still tossing and turning and I keep saying that he looks peaceful and then he dies and then the number 70 pops into my mind because god promised to give 70 years. Then it's like he disappeared and where back in the room. This time l'm asleep and sister wakes me up so seems evil and keeps trying to take all the space on the bed. Then the dream shifts to these girls it's summer and there having fun riding there bikes. There in the street in the middle part between the yellow lines and the concrete in their path is making the area the tires can sqeeze through smaller and smaller. Next it's this mini cliff in there way so they jump down it with there bikes. Again there going down the street then a mad men with a gun with a ski mask all dressed in black starts shooting at time with a machine gun. I see them trying to get away and I notice one girl gets shot in the back then the dream shifts again. Now I'm back in middle school but I'm still the same age and which is high school age and I walk in there wearing different clothes then everbody else. My shirt was red then one of my old classmates makes fun of me and says he bets that I can't even spell the word dynamite. Then I get a dictionary and on my way I notice this couple at a table there studying or something. Then the dream shifts to the news. The reporter says that there are different gods and dreams that they give you are long and lengthy and you have to choose which one to believe.

I left college, and I was being bullied by a teenager guy. He was making me feel like crap, and I was anxious about him. I seen him outside of college by my car, and I tried to avoid him. I managed to avoid contact with him, and went to my car. But, there was a woman and her husband in my car claiming that they owned the car. I instantly knew this must have been the work of the bully. I tried to convince her that it was my car, but she didn't believe me, and wanted to discuss this with my family after. I drove back home, but instead drove to a fairground. I left the car there, and rushed home to explain what had happened at college to my family. By the time my Dad and I returned to the car, it had vanished and we explored the fairground. We found out the car was put up as a prize for an insanely hard to win fairground attraction. I remember seeing the bully at the fairground, and he was also attempting to win my car. In the end, we failed to win back the car.

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