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I have killed someone for my partner who is in jail. The authorities know I have done it but have not attempted to catch me. I hang around the prison where the murder took place as I have left my sons favourite toy dog there and need to get it back before he goes to bed. Im at the prison cafe and Jane Lynch requests I take her to the cafe down the road for the better food choices. She offers me $6. I skeak the toy from under the display cabinet at the cafe and sneak out, knowing that they knew I took it.

I was at an (American) football match as a cheerleader with a friend, when my ex, walked out onto the playing field. It was weird though, because he is European and does the other kind of football (soccer). In real life, I still love him, and it ended in a very confusing and painful way for both of us. He said he cared about me, but as we live in different countries, it just cannot be at this time. He also accused me of hiding things from him and that I somehow hurt him by betraying his trust in that way. He said he was asking himself if he really did know me. So it ended very sad. He didn't see me and just walked past looking very unhappy, or angry...? I seem to somehow be happy however, even though in real life I am still hurting. But I point him out to my friend and tell her, 'That's him, isn't he beautiful?' My friend says, 'He's making kissy faces at you.' And I look and say, 'No, I don't even think he saw me, and that's just how his mouth goes.' Everyone was wearing red. Suddenly, I find myself flying up and down in cities and showing off in front of people who look on amazed as I do the impossible. But then I realise that I am supposed to be somewhere. I am trying to get to the city where my ex lives but cannot seem to find the way. I am desperate to get to him. I stop and ask a man at a cafe, and he points over the ocean. 'I can't fly over the ocean' I say, 'I can't swim and it scares me. But if I go over land it will take too long.' Then I suddenly cannot fly. I'm becoming increasingly frantic trying to get to him. I then find myself in a house with strange people which seems to be back in my hometown, who have stolen my handbag which for some weird dream reason holds my ability to fly in it. So I'm really stuck. I meet a girl who admits to stealing it, but will not tell me where it is. I become so upset that I put my hands around her throat and say that I will stop at nothing to get to the person I love. Then I don't really remember how the rest played out before waking, but I'm pretty sure I was still lost and not getting to where I wanted.

I dreamed that I was in a cafe and went to sit at a table where an arab man was sitting. My father was sitting to the right of me and the other man was facing me. I sat down and he warned me about a poisonous snake that was crawling around on the ground. I saw the huge yellow snake underneath the table. I put my right foot out to try and block the snake from biting me. It bit my father on his arm but the bite didn't break the skin. The snake then turned around and bit my right arm. The snake bite punctured my skin and the snake kept gripping my arm harder and harder. It felt like the bone would break. I woke up.

My friend Anthony and I were sitting in my middle school cafeteria at the end of a table next to each other and my fifth grade report card was laying on the table. Anthony looked at me and said, "That sucks." And I replied, "What?" He nodded his head toward my report card so I picked it up and read the comments section where I had put that I wasn't sure if I was going to go to Upward Bound next summer because I wanted to get a job. When I finished looking at it, he asked me if he could write in the comments section. I said, "Sure," and he took the card and went to the comments section with a pencil. A couple of minutes later he gave me back the card so I could read it but there was one stray mark on the card that had been erased. He looked at me and said, "It's hard to put down your thoughts when you look at it from a different perspective."

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