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I was homeless sleeping downstairs like I am in real life where i sleep in a storage bin. I'm working for a bar/kitchen in what looked like Louisiana. I went to work for the first day and all went okay. Then I went home to my apartment which transformed into my girlfriend 's house/where I love with her and I was spending time in the living room on the highest floor of a 20+ story building. I kept loosing track of time and then I called my girlfriend on the phone, and she didn't answer and somehow I fell asleep and woke up again but I woke up in my dream in my sleeping bag like my current living situation is since I'm homeless, but all the lights came on and then a guy who is supposed to be my boss and other employees find me and they beat me up while singing. After they beat me up, they leave me with a guy/fellow employee and he starts clawing at rubber mats and I somehow end up in a bayou outside seeing a bunch of carnivorous fish or crocodiles eating away at what looked like fish at first and then I feel it clawing away at my stomach. I wake up in my dream still in my girlfriend 's house/my house again crying and I look at the clock and see my girlfriend 's mom will be home soon. So I scramble to clean up the house but then I hear out of nowhere a sound almost like talking. I look around and see I'm holding my phone but my girlfriend is still on the phone listening to the whole thing happen for everything that happened for my whole dream. Then I woke up in real life finally.

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I've recently been getting anxiety about certain things. My mind would be messing with me, making me think things like "you may be friends with all the kids in your school but what if they're fake?" or things like "they all hate you". My mind would also randomly dig up things in the past just to point out evidence that all my so called friends are "fake" and it would kill me inside. I didn't want to talk about it to my friends or anyone because my mind would also make me think that it would make me a "toxic" and "needy" person. My mind would dig up all my past mistakes and make me think I am a villan to everyone, and that I was also a human parasite. I just kept fighting it and I didnt tell anyone about it. The weirdest thing is that everything has been going well for me and I dont have any quarrel with anyone at my school. But I cant help but have this dream..... I was at a fair full of people and even all the kids at my school, and strangers and other people. I would run into a friend and greet them, but all of them reacted negatively. ALL of the friends would. For example: The first friend, we were good friends but not super close you know. I went up to her to greet her but she seemed confused, creeped out, like she didn't even remember me. Like all the good memories of me and her were just.. gone. The second friend, was my best friend I've known for 5 years. In real life she had curly, long hair. But in this dream her hair was straight and medium length. So next, I went up to the second friend, complimented her hair, then have her a hug. She shoved me away and said I was creepy and that everyone at the school thought the same way. The weirdest thing is. I was known to be the "popular but kind" Kid that was friends and cool with everyone. This dream felt so real. After I met her in the dream, I would try to meet one school friend after another. They would all just act like they don't remember me and that I was a stranger. I greeted all the friends I knew. and they all traded me in an unfriendly way. Then this one kid that I didnt know of, appeared in my dream and just yelled out things like "Why do you even think that people like you? whats wrong with you?? Why are you so creepy everyone hates you!" Things like that. and I replied with things like "I dont understand..... I thought I was friends with them" We had a argument then mystery girl attacked me. I hit her in the face and pushed her off. Then I ran to a corner to pick up a high heel boot. She ran and tried to tackle me, then the lights went out and it was pitch black. I used the heel of the boot to hit her in the head repeatedly and get her off of me, then the lights were back on. The mystery girl was gone. There was nothing but a boot and blood on my hands. A teacher runs up to me and yells at me "Why did you do this?!?!?" And I just replied with "There's no such thing as real friends" and then I woke up. Crying more than I needed to. And now I have to know what it all means. like why was i at the fair?!?! why did all my friends turn against me? Why did I kill someone for self defense?

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I dreamed i was in a random house really odd and there was a lower stairway a lower floor to the main floor and twice i see something must be down there but i do not know what. i see a little girl go down there she had a blue lightsaber then i see a girl down there with a red lightsaber. then the girl with blue talks to me and says one sentence: trust the girl down there. i went down there and suddenly two people started grabbing me out of nowhere and one of them was a man for sure and i escaped twice but they keep grabbing me. i would push them with my other hand and fight but they would not let go. i woke up

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For the past 2 day's I've had similar dreams. They are both different, but the same thing happens in some shape or form. In the first dream, I was with a choir. It was a big day for us. A big performance was coming. Before the performance, though, we had to sing while someone took pictures. I remember my picture being awful, my mouth was open way too much. All most in an unnatural way. And then we individually sang a song. But I didn't know mine. It was for a grade, so I would have to take it again sometime. Then I was on a roof. Kind of a balcony on the roof. A tall glass building. I'm guessing about 10 stories up. And a girl said it was time to retake it. She had a camera. For some reason, I didn't think I was supposed to sing that song, which I didn't know. And I remember a song in my head. In reality I've never heard of it. It was completely new and it sounded like it could be an extremely popular song. It was a pop song. And the lyrics were really good. I was going to sing the song, but then I suddenly forgot it. And I instead sang Sweet Escape. The girl interupted and told me I wasn't singing the right song. I remember in the dream feeling constant embarrassment. There was a lot more in the dream, that right now I can't quite recall, but that is all in the dream about the choir. In the second dream, I was back in time. I was, I'm guessing, around the 1930's. In reality I'm 15 years old. But for some reason in this time setting my mom was younger. I can't recall how younger. Anyways, I was in a school. I had gym. And I remember being rather unpopular... but that doesn't matter. Later on, I had a big choir performance. On stage, big crowd, lights out, everything was about to start. I was on the top row. There were only four other girls there with me. We were all on the left side. All the other rows were crowded, but there was a clearing in the middle. We were singing Ring Christmas Bells. For some reason, my voice was awful. I sang quietly because of it. It was out of tone and scratchy. At some point the girls and I on the top row were going to do a little routine. I didn't know about it, but I went along with it. I went on the other side. Me and one of the other girls were supposed to spin around each other. From this point imagine the stage from a side angle. The rows of the stage horizontal. She thought was supposed to go right and me left. But for some reason I knew I was supposed to go right. I was determined to stay on the right side. She kept on giving my a funny look. Obviously signaling for me to go to the other side. I didn't. We briefly bumped into each other before she went on the other side. At some point in the song, the choir was supposed to be quiet. I didn't know and continued singing the song. Rather quietly, still. But people heard and gave my funny looks. I stopped, embarrassed. Somehow, I managed to get in the row below. I noticed because when I looked up, I couldn't see the audience. The row below had lots of tall boys that I couldn't possibly see over. Nor could anyone see me. I was the only one at this row. I liked that the audience couldn't see me anymore, then I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. Now go back to viewing the stage vertically. I was still on the left side of the stage. On the right side, a row below me began a group of African Americans. They continued for another few rows. One of them was signaling at me. Trying to tell me to come to her, that she had something important to say to me. I knew her. I reality, I knew her from 6th grade. I was in a different school then. We weren't really close, I don't even remember her name. We were classmates. But in the dream she was a random girl. I didn't want to go to her though. I liked where I was, where no one could see me. Plus it was still in the middle of the performance. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself. And to get to her I would have to jump over a chair in the middle clearing. Yeah, there were chairs there, like the ones at movie theaters. And once I got to her the people would easily see me. There weren't any tall people in the row below her. I changed my mind, however, when a really tall African American girl sat in the chair in front of the one I was supposed to go to. I then went to her. At least once I got there no one would see me. From there the dream was a blur. I don't remember what she told me. Also, since my first big mistake in the performance, especially the little routine I messed up with the girl, our choir teacher would beat me. Like how teachers did to students back then. Even though I didn't see the teacher, I know what she looks like. I've never seen her in reality. She was an old, skinny, wrinkly lady. Her gray hair is back in a tight bun. She wore an old victorian black dress. Long sleeve and turtleneck. And she carried a teachers stick. The ones they used to hit children back then. And I just knew she was glaring wholes through at me backstage throughout the performance. There was a lot more in this dream too, but this is everything about the choir. In reality I do have choir. But I sing good and never had a bad experience with it. All the choir teachers I've had were real nice. I think these dreams have a more intense, abstract meaning behind them. Any dream experts out there? Please help.

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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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It starts out when Mom, Dad, myself and several other people I don't know are standing on a beach. Then out of nowhere gunfire or something loud suddenly scares the crowd. I get separated from my parents and I head to the place we are staying but don't see them there. I stay there for a while until I decide to go look for them. The scene changes and I'm in a college for a visit to a campus with my choir. I'm lost and separated from everyone and thunder and lightning are booming. I panic and start crying. Then some people ask me what is going on and I told them I couldn't find my family or choir group. They said they would help me. Then the scene changes for a third and final time. I'm in my church and I see a hallway with a light on just barely showing through a crack in the door. I tell them I need to use the restroom. The restroom was down that hallway. They seemed hesitant to let me go but then they vanish. I reach the door and open it only to see a dead body of a girl. I stumbled back. She looked to have been hung and stabbed several times. I ran into the bathroom and calmed down. The lights went out. I walk out of the bathroom and back down the hall. The janitor was walking down the hallway towards me. I decided to act normal. He grabbed me and asked if I had seen anything. I lied and said no. He started dragging me back to the closet. I panicked and somehow got him to drop me. I ran into the place right behind the center for worship and I see mom and dad. I run over to them and hug them. They seemed just as relieved to see me. The janitor came over and offered to play Rock Paper Scissors with my mom. She said sure. I had a bad feeling in my gut. They played Rock Paper Scissors and she lost, paper to scissors. She laughed and said something like oh darn I lost. The janitor smirked and replied back with yes you did and he stabbed her in the heart with a pair of scissors. He shot dad point blank in the head. I called the police and they came quickly. I ran outside and the cop put me in the car and locked me in. The next thing I know there is a splatter of read and a body against the door and the man smirking at me from the church. The last thing I remember is me screaming that he was going to kill me and for backup to show up. He kills all of them then points the gun at me and a gunshot. That is the last thing I remember before I wake up.

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