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I was a mermaid but I longed to be human. My wish was granted and I travelled into someone's home and became good friends with then. Then I turned back into a mermaid and found myself on a beach watching some children play. We began to play together and their father took them and me on a jet ski and took us our into the ocean during a sunset. The next day I found out that my dad had destroyed the beach and found the young children crying. I swore vengeance on my dad and cheered up the kids.

I dreamt of two old friends that I have not seen in a long time. One was healthy once again and was living in my old home by the beach. Both friends were happy. One friend gave me a present of a huge lollipop wrapped in tissue paper. The other gave me a christmas music box that she started up and placed in the front room on top of a piano. It sounded like a stereo. We were all sitting at a kitchen table with them talking. I indicated i had nothing for them, though there were other presents on the table.

I was in this town that kind of looked like Palmetto Blvd on Edisto Beach. The town had been evacuated for a hurricane so not many people were left. My brothers had already gone with my dad to Alabama to stay with his sister, so it was just me and my mom. She was angry that I packed my suitcase wrong and that I was forgetting important items. She started having some kind of attack and turned into this creature with really long fangs and she started biting my arms. After “showing me my lesson”, as she put it, I had wounds all over my arms and chest and did not know why she had become a demon. I woke up and I was sweating, and it took me a few minutes to realize it wasn’t true.

I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

I got a call from my ex boyfriend , John, that I haven't talked to in a couple of months. I called him back and it took a few times for the call to work, but the next thing I know I am at a small white house, almost beach house looking, for us to talk. In my dream, John wasn't what he looked like in real life, it was like an actor was hired to play him, but I and everyone else recognized him as John. We ended up having sex and then a lot of my girl friends and his guy friends show up, and then he tells me he is now gay. I try to be supportive but something seems off. His guy friends are sure he is gay but my friend molly thinks he's lying. I try to convince him to talk to me alone, and he finaly takes me down stairs to the bathroom, in wich he laughs a little and tells me I always had rough, cut up hands (this is odd because in real life he worked part time at a butcher shop and he always had rough cut up hands). Then I woke up

I keep having dreams that I am pregnant with a baby girl and people are trying to take her away from me and I'm a virgin so i know for sure I'm not pregnant in real life. But why am I having these dreams? In the dream I was 3 months along and it's the same baby girl in every dream. In the dream, I was on a beach with my mom beside me. My mom lives in Mississippi so that could be where the beach came from. Me and my mom were just sitting next to each other watching the sun set across the ocean.

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