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Generally I am on some kind of tram or bus. I am traveling along with some textbooks and notebooks. Usually I have a backpack but sometimes I am just carrying the books in my arms. Anyway, eventually someone I know gets on the bus. It is finals or midterms week and I have no doubt been up most of the night. The person asks if I am ready for the test in (and then he/she names a subject). I freak out and say I am not in that class! I then realized I either had never been aware I had that class or I hadn’t been there since the 1st week and forgot to return or forgot to drop the class. Anyway I break out in a cold sweat and ask to borrow his/her notes and start cramming as fast as I can. I realize that the final covers the whole semester and is worth about 80% of the class. I also realize I must pass this class in order to get to remain in school…then I awaken

Being framed for murder. A body was buried in front of my bathroom but I never noticed. One day I’m showering and I see a undercover police or detective staring straight at me. Whilst he does that, I see a pair of feet of a buried body outside my window. I tell my cousin Christa and she was like "what? Did you not see it on tiktok?” Everyone knew about a found body except me. I automatically fear being suspected of murder and cry hysterically. Investigator comes and tells me that he’s suspicious of me but has no grounds to arrest me yet. The reason I didn’t notice is because I had not showered for days due to my depression and anxiety.

I was sleeping and then a guy came into my room and cut my head off. I was fine because I then was able to call my parents and then we went on a car chase to get my head back. So there I was sitting in the back seat of the car, headless ( knew I was headless because I could see myself in my dream, but not my head, typically in dreams your perspective is still from your own eyes.) Then we eventually got my head back and I just popped it back on like it was nothing.

The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.

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