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I was having a conversation with someone, talking about something that made me want to hide. I don’t remember what it was but i remember her saying something about going to a little room upstair. I went to the room, with two friends. We opened the door to the room and on the ceiling there was what looked like a trap door of some sort. Its was small and black. Then I saw a dresser of in the corner. The two others and I moved the dresser so that it aligned with the hatch was. There was a conversation and it was decided that i enter first. I struggle to climb through the small entrance. First I tried to fit my head and arms through then tried again, this time one arm at a time. After a little bit more struggling I managed to get through. I was followed by another person and finally the last girl, she struggled also so we pushed and pulled her until we finally got her through the door. I remember marvelling at the room, thinking about how beautiful and perfect it was. Then we left, though I didn't want to leave it was necessary or it felt necessary. This later proved to be true because later in the dream i overheard a conversation about the room and how I had been suspected to have gone in, I briskly went to bed so as not to be questioned.

My dream was about a girlz, she looked familiar but i had no idea who she was. She liked trying to touch my boyfriend , like flirting with him. He seemed annoyed at first but when she backed into the driveway. She acted like she couldnt drive so he went up nd was going to help her nd then all of a sudden he was carrying her in his arms nd she playfully hit him with her purse. Next i know we were in his room with lots of people she comes in sits right behind us nd startz messing with him. I tell her to stop nd start getting physical. She keeps on nd then leans in to kiss him so he doesnt tell her stop or pulls away. So i feel he wants it so i put their heads together nd make him kiss her. Then he somehoe gets up nd i guess goes to get his mom nd call me to leave. Then i wake up mad nd sorta ina cold sweat.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”

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