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My 20 year old son was backing up an SUV vehicle towards my parked vehicle (the parked vehicle was my vehicle I actually own). My son does not have a driver’s license in real life and I did not recognize the SUV he was driving. My boyfriend was standing beside me. My 5 year old daughter was standing at the back of my vehicle talking with my boyfriend and I. She could not see my son backing up towards her. However, I saw the vehicle come towards her and although I was thinking I should rescue her for some reason I was frozen and time went slowly as her body was squished flat between the two vehicles. My daughter died. I was crying and upset but appeared as though no one but me cared. I was afraid to look at her squished body and somehow my boyfriend told me not to worry that it was ok. I remember being angry at him for not carrying and I was crying (enough that it did wake me from my sleep). Then I remember that although she clearly was squished and died in my dream and I knew that she died I was carrying her, she was able to talk and she was not squished like I saw. What she had instead was large cracks and a bump on her head over her right eye but some how I still knew she was dead. I was calling out and crying and frustrated that I wasn’t getting help. I think my 10 year old son and my boyfriend ’s 11 year old daughter were in the background but they did not appear to really be paying attention. It was as though they were busy doing something (I do not know what). I do not remember anything more....but then my dream moved into an old townhouse. A kind of boyfriend of mine from grade 9 was sitting on a couch in this town house. There were others in the house but I did not know them or see them, I just knew they were there. He was dirty. He did not have a job and asked me why I didn't remember that from the last time we talked. Then I remembered he had an injured foot (which actually I seem to recall from an actual dream I had before). He showed me his foot and it appeared more healed but not completely healed from the last time I saw him. For some reason we were waiting for a high school friend of mine to come over to this town house. Some how I remember I was standing looking down from the top second floor to the doorway entrance of this townhouse to keep checking if she had arrived. It was almost as though I was peeking. I do not know why these two people where associated in my dream as they did not know each other and are from different periods of my life. For some reason I was worried she would be mad because there was a house full of people. I do not think we were in high school but that it was present day. I do not remember any more.

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I was trapped alone in this gigantic building that actually looked like a big high school and there weren't any exits and for some odd reason there were, between the hallways play structures and ball pits like in a playplace type of deal and it was completely dark and dead silent and I tried to get out every night I tried to find people every night but I couldn't I ended up spending every night just going around the place in circles, crying or looking for a way out afraid of what was lurking in the dark corners

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Today, I took like a 15 minute nap. In that nap I dreamt. I dreamt that I was drunk/high without actually having had any of those substances. I could not walk straight, and nobody would help me. I drove with my mom in tow, who was little to no help as I ran a red light and treated a very busy intersection like it was a round-about with no exits. The car had breaks that wouldn't work, and my mother was yelling at me to do more illegal things as I sped through this apparently authority-free world. Then I walked away from a friend of mine and pulled a plug that was attached to my back and plugged into her chest out without even knowing. This is apparently what passes for a heart in this particular dream, as I was informed by paramedics who were passing by, but refused to stop to help. In their defense, I didn't help either, but that's because I woke up.

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I dreamt that I attended two funerals of people I do not know. In my dream, I remember that both these persons were reported to have died in the news, although in my dream I hadn't actually dreamt of seeing the news. One was a young girl - probably just starting her teens. she was lying in her coffin - she had long curly orange hair and pale clear skin. there were many people for the funeral . Then the scene changed and this time a coffin was being carried out of a church. Although I did not see the body, I assumed the body was a man (because of the news report). The scene was a very brief one. in fact it changed immediately and i found myself sitting in the coffin. the body was in two medium sized green and white bags. the bags were closed with a zip. I assumed it was a funeral because there was the same crowd as in the first funeral. I suddenly smelt a horrible smell which in my dream I thought was the smell of the dead body. I also assumed I was sitting in the coffin because as soon as I smelt the very bad smell I leaped out of the coffin. then someone quickly closed the coffin because of the bad smell. the coffin was not a nice one. The lid looked like a door. I woke up because of the bad smell.

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Not sure weather I was actually seeing myself in my dream ,but I was there, I saw an young girl in an uniform, with a very cold, staring look. her eyes were lined with thick black kajal(eyeliner),very thick lined, Dont know why, she was staring at me. right into my eyes. i was very very scared. tried moving quickly, I want to scream and tell people around me take her away from me, but I don't know why I could not. it was like if I shout it would be a bad move on my part. the place seemed like a school. never seen that kind of arrangement in real before I saw it in my dream .I frequently ran into her in that dinning hall. i was very scared .i still could not get rid of that girls eyes, and the pale face.

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I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

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