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A couple of nights ago, I had a vivid dream, in colour. In my dream I was at the beach. Unlike the typical sunny day where you and your family would think to head to a beach, the day was gloomy, dark and looked like it might rain. I went to go swimming but after I got in the water I realized I had forgotten my bathing suit and was still wearing jeans. I tried to walk out of the water but it felt like my feet had bricks tied to them and I couldn’t move. Just then, the water started rising, almost reaching my face. I couldn’t escape though because my feet felt so heavy. I saw someone walking on the beach, like a life guard, and I tried to get their attention by yelling at them. The life guard looked like someone I recognized but I couldn’t put a name to it. They looked in my direction and walked out but didn’t try to save me; instead they ignored me and walked away. The water started to rise over my head again and I couldn’t yell no more and that’s when I woke up.

Creditors were knocking on my door and wouldn't leave. They were house keepers wanting thoer $40. There was an emergency in my apartment complex and we had to evacuate. I gathered all my important documents and some warm clothes and put them in a bag. My mom was there but she didn't want to leave with me so I left without her and locked the bottom lock behind me. I get on the elevator going down and there were people in it. I noticed that I had forgotten to put pants and was only wearing panties.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

I was in a cafe/pub - quite derelict, a bit run down. I was accompanied by a person from my past and a person from my present (the persons of no great significance other than they may have crossed my mind recently). I suddenly realised I was naked and felt very exposed, so I quickly grabbed my dressing gown to cover myself up. I then saw myself (looking at - not being) as a 17 year old - same age, same hair, same clothes and horrible make up. This was just for a few moments; but I was still me. Then my sister and her husband give me their new born baby boy) (they don't have a new born baby in reality) for me to look after. He was sleeping at first but I wanted him to wake up so I could see, cuddle, play and engage with him. The baby kept waking up occasionally and smiling at me and it was a warm feeling. He looked so happy and the detail was immense. I remember thinking he had his Dad's nose. Next thing the baby was immersed in water (as per my sister's instructions for me baby-sitting). I was following her instructions; but it didn't feel right. I looked at the baby again and he was immersed quite deeply, so I decided to take him out of the water. I panicked at first because he appeared blue and that he almost died. I then very quickly brought him back to life and he was smiling again. I then continued to nurse him and cuddle him. The dream then switched slightly. I was still in the same old derelict pub/cafe; but it was like I had forgotten anyone else was there (the persons from past and present). It was just me and the baby. I was standing holding the baby facing a very clear reflection (window). Looking at this reflection, the baby was very happy and smiling and so was I. I felt a strong, warm bond with the baby.

I was swimming in a municipal pool with a man I am very attracted to. He’s taller than me and very broad across his chest. I think he is a swimmer. I could feel him under water so I also knew he was attracted to me. He was very strong powerful capable. He kept coaxing me into deeper water than I was comfortable with, and then carried me through a huge dip in the floor of the pool and to the other side which was slightly shallower where I felt a lot safer. We cuddled a bit in the pool but I was embarrassed and worried the lifeguards would throw us out. Eventually he got out to get dressed and stayed in the pool for a little longer doing some “show off” moves in shallow water. When I got out to get dressed I found there were two women in my cubical who refused to move, and as the cubical was not big enough for the both of us, I had to hoof all my belongings into another cubical. As I was changing the curtain was pulled aside and the attractive man was watching me. We agreed to meet upstairs in the lobby of the hotel. For some reason I had my cat with me, and on getting upstairs found the place to be very familiar, but I couldn’t see the attractive man. I got distracted watching an aerial display of some sort while still holding my cat, and then realised that all ther elderly people in the lobby (for there were no people my age) were all getting up and going for dinner and still I could not see the attractive man. I called him and found out he had already left and was back in Edinburgh. He was doing an exam when I called. He said he would come and collect me but it would take about 1.15 mins. I was very upset as I couldn’t believe the attractive man had forgotten about me so easily. I wandered barefoot around the gardens still holding my sleeping cat until he collected me.

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