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I was watching a riot happen infront of me but could not do anything, then i was in a car with my husband leaving a hotel carpark, but i had to use the toilet. i went into the hotel and was shown where the toilets were, they were verydirty, toilet paper everywhere, overflowing toilets, but i went into a cubicle and put my bag on the floor when suddenly a hand appeared from underneath the cubicle and snatched my bag. i snatched it back with force and left the toilets. i returned to the carpark and my husband and the car were gone. i was left behind.

There was a rumor that there were fires breaking out. i listened to them, packed most of my belongings and loaded my car, next thing i know there is a fire south of us and the wind is carrying it quickly towards everyones houses. i got in my car and headed for safety. when i returned, it had just so happened that i left my water hose on outside and it protected my entire house, and everyones house around mine burned but mine looked just like it did before the fires

I dreamed that I was in my childhood home and was having a terrible argument with my mother. It got so bad that I told her I was leaving and moving into an apartment I already owned but had never moved in to. I couldn't find all the clothes I wanted to take so I could only take the clothes that I had worn on a trip I had just returned from. I tried to add clean clothes to the suitcase I had but then I could not close it. I realized my new apartment did not have a washer and dryer but my Mom's apartment did. I was extremely angry about all of this and hated my Mom. I took my dog and my things outside. It was dark and raining. I looked for my car on the street but could not find it. I tried to remember parking it but I couldn't . My car was stolen and I was in a state of panic.

Me and my mother were waking down a deserted street carrying my fathers head in a basket. he was dead, but still talking. we were taking him to a drain where we would put in under the bars and he would be washed away. i was crying to hard my head hurt. that's weird because i hate my father. when we reached an intersection in the road, i saw my best friend run up to me, and tell me something i couldn't understand. then she ran away and returned with the whole village behind her. they had all come to mourn my fathers death. then my mother put his head over the bar and it melted through and soon he was under the bars and i was on the other side. he was talking to me. i couldn't understand what he was saying. but he was smiling as he washed away.

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