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I was walking with two of my friends in this expansive, all white hallway type place. there was indeed a door to get out and we were headed to it when i saw a man sitting on a large white block. he was very pale and thin and had long whitish-blonde hair and a long whitish-blonde goatee and mustache that sort of covered his mouth and was wearing a white tank top. he wasn't old or anything, he was like in his twenties, and as a matter of fact i remember in the dream i was attracted to him. as soon as i saw him i had this incredibly intense urge to follow him, so i told my friends i have to go with him, and he got up and i followed him. i remember looking at him (well at the back of his head at this point) with a mixture of admiration, infatuation, and curiosity. i am confused because i don't know anyone like that and because i just had this extremely intense urge to follow him, and i didn't even know where we were going, i just had to follow him.

A little boy was always scared about his family dieing. His skin was pale white and he had dirty brown hair, he was really skinny, almost to the point where you could see his rib cage. He had different colored eyes for each family member, mom was red, dad was blue, sister was green and brother was yellow. When a family member died, his eyes went completely black. One cloudy and dark evening his eyes went completely black and he started getting really upset and scared. So he started self harming. He carved "enormous" on both of his cheeks, peeling the skin around those words, and wiped them really fast and hard with a rag. He had stitches everywhere. He cut off his left foot and attached a thin white rope from it to his neck. Out of no where one of my good friends, Rose, walked him, holding his hand, to a high white and gray pole, it had a little hole on the top of it where maybe a chain or something else could be hooked or tied to it. Rose and the little boy were both smiling and giggling while walking to that pole, once they got there, she help him tie his thin white rope to the hole at the top of the pole, and then he was hanged, with his left foot dangling. He died, smiling happily, and with Rose on the side just watching him with kind of a happy but sad little smile.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

Shampooing my hair while driving, there was a lot of lather. Sitting in traffic, looking at myself in the rearview mirror. Painting my pinky nails white, glitter, opalescent. Baby shark in pool of my childhood home, I was swimming and shark swam up to me and I quickly got out. There was a homeless man in a wheelchair asking for change, i saw a friend from childhood who was very upset and sad. She gave the man some money. Inside a store I got foam all over my hands and it hardened and became like gloves on my hand that looked like meringue.

I woke up in a hospital room with my gown still on and ivy s stuck to my arms. on one arm there were one or two and on the other there were two. i looked around the room to try to understand how i got there. i riped out my ivys and went to the door way of my room. there was no door on the door way to my room. i looked down the hall way from right to left. the hallway was quiet and still no one was in the hallway. so i went left and began to walk down the hallway finally i came to my stopping point i seen a waiting room with exit doors in the back with two lady nurses guarding them. my ex. boyfriend was there standing next to the window facing me. my step-dad was there and so was my mom when i walked up to the room i put my left hand on the corner part of the wall my mom was facing the exit doors talking to my dad which was turned facing her. my ex. looked up at me and then my dad stopped his conversation with my mom and looked at me. at this point i can see myself feel scared nervous and embarrassed my eyes look tired my skin is very pale i look sick very ill. mom turns around and i see her face. she starts to tear up with a feeling of joy. as she starts to walk my way she takes three steps and and brings up her arms to hand me something. i look down and noticed it was a baby girl wrapped up in a blanket she looked calm and so sweet. then my mom said to me take her. shes yours. i got scared my heart felt like it dropped to my stomach. i felt tears forming in my eyes. i looked at my mom and shook my head no and took three steps backwards. heart racing pounding. i can feel the blood pumping in my veins. i look over at the nurses in the back and run for the exit doors the nurses try to hold me down. but they are to week don't work so out of no were a male nurse runs over and pulls me and pushes me on the ground. i start to tear up so much its way to blurry and i wake up

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

It was a very quick dream. I was approaching my ex-gf slowly in first person with my eyes set on her face. Her jet black hair was covering the majority of her face but yet I was still able to see the beauty in her face or at least feel some sort of intimate energy from her that just got stronger and stronger as I approached her. When I get close enough to her, I actually reach out to touch her hair and put it behind her ear but all the while she turns into some demonic woman with a pale face who begins to screech as her hair flies wildly. When she begins to yell I get a weird slight electric shock concentrated around my armpits. I try to tell my dream-self to fight it but the shock just grew stronger and stronger; so I awoke from that nightmare.

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