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In my dream I have a disagreement with my boyfriend who accuses me of being rude to someone I feel is trying to cheat or lie to me. I am upset and leave the premises on foot. It is nighttime. I get to a large field that is apparently a big parking lot with a few cars left. I don't remember how my boyfriend and I arrived or how I know to come to this parking lot but I suddenly realize I need a ride to get back home and now i have to wait for him. Oddly, it is my exes car I am frantically looking for but don't know what the car looks like. Suddenly at the edge of the road I see a big brown bear standing on his hind legs. There may be another smaller bear in the distance. I start to run because I know bears are very vicious and feel my life is in danger. The bear starts to chase me. Now all of a sudden an unidentified male who doesn't seem to be a stranger is beside me and we run towards a house with a ladder up against it. I climb the ladder but the space between the last rung and the roof is too wide and i cannot get to the roof. I decide to run into the house where the unidentified male has gone. We are in a plain, dingy, unattractive room. Maybe a bedroom with little to no furniture. There is 1 big window that looks as if it is frosted or plastic, not easy to see out of. I knock out the big picture window to get back outside. The bear is right on me. I am struggling to get through the window when I wake up. I don't know if I survived.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

I was left alone in a field with my brother so that my dad could go pickup my mom because she got lost on her way home from Newport. Then my grandpa came to pick my brother and I up. When we were all home my mom and this stranger who was a 20 year old male and was apparently realated to us had glitter on their faces. Then I was at my grandma's house and I was sleeping over and I woke up in the middle of the night and the doors were not locked so I locked them.

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