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We were at a party but I was left looking after a very small baby that wasn't mine. I think it was a boy. I get fed up and decide to walk home as I dont have any train fare and my husband is ignoring me. Its daylight and I ask people at a bus stop which way is the quickest way back home but no-one really knows and everyone has differing opinions. I walk towards a road that leads past some water...almost marshland down a gravelly grassy path, it was beautiful. rather than a proper road, My husband shouts me and throws a coin to catch my attention, I continue walking

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.

I was in a garden and I saw a monarch butterfly on a flower and I was going to take a picture of it on my cell phone. Its wings began to unravel and I realized they were wet, like he was coming out a cocoon. He began to try to fly a little bit and kept landing on me. Two children came up with their dad and the little girl kept wanting to hold the butterfly, but it wouldn't go to her. I would walk on my skin, but when she would put her hand up to it, it wouldn't go to her. So, she grabbed the butterfly in her fist and crushed it. I kept telling her to be careful and then I sat and cried. While sitting there crying I woke up in a house. I was sleeping on the couch and I went to the front door and was sitting watching things going on. I had hung a dress on the front door and I went inside to get something. When I came back two Hispanic gang members were touching the dress. It had fallen and they were picking it up. The had tattoos on their hands and their nails were long and unkempt. They pushed their way into the house and the one went into the backyard where other gang members were coming up to talk to him. The one that stayed in the house wouldn't answer any of my questions. I felt very unsafe with them and decided I needed to go to my bedroom to get my gun. In the meantime, the second gang member had said he was going to the restroom. So, when I went to my bedroom to get my gun it was clear he had been in there and things were trashed and my gun was gone. I became very scared and then I woke up again, on the same couch. I knew I had been dreaming the second time and I was looking around for the two gang members to make sure it was a dream. I hear noise in the backyard and went out there. There was a huge party going on with more gang members. I had two friends with me and I told them we had to go get the gun because I knew we weren't safe. I went into my bedroom and it had again been trashed, but they missed the gun. Then someone came in and a gun fight broke out. I killed 5 members and knew I couldn't take on everyone so we fled out the window and arrived at my school where I woke up.

Dreamed I was walking to the end of a road, exhausted. The sky was gray and overcast, and I could hear the sea nearby, though I could not see it. At the road's end was a slight rise and a stone fence with a gate. When I reached the gate, at the top of that rise, the sky lifted. Inside the gate was a house, and a lawn of the kind of impossibly bright green you only see when the light comes out after a storm. The house was old, dark stone, well-built and close-fitted, with a slate roof, wooden trim that might have been brown, or perhaps just soaked from the storm. The door was open, someone standing in the doorway, facing away from me. I opened the gate and stepped onto the gravel path from gate to door, and I could see the figure well enough to see it was a woman in a red dress, wearing a straw hat, but not well enough to tell who it was, just that my exhaustion dropped away and I began to run up the path. As I got closer, the figure in the doorway turned. It was you, and if the clouds had lifted at the gate, when you smiled the sun came out.

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