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You and I were on a train I guess in London or somewhere in England and it crashed with another train.  However, our train car was spared and it went flying over the other train.  We landed in the water but swam to help the others.  That was the only part you were in and I preceded to get “warm clothing” for the others, but the store I went into only gave me umbrellas and a bunch of Princess Di’s lavish formal gowns (the official tags were in the dresses in my dream).  Yeah, those 2 items are really going to keep people warm and protected.  Moving on, I then went to Lyra rehearsal at a gymnasium, like circus school.  Angela and I were there but instead of Jessy and Claire, there were two black girls in their place.  I refused to do my routine til I found a hanger to hang up one of Di’s dresses.  Then I threw the hanger that I magically found at the skinnier of the two black girls, Angela got really mad at me, and then I woke up!  What the hell is wrong with me?  If you can think of what it is, let me know.  

I had a dream the other night where I was riding in a car driving down a suburban neighborhood street and every one was trick-or-treating like it was Halloween but it was Valentines day. There were Valentines day decorations on most of the home's doors and there were people dressed in cupid-like outfits and walking like zombies. As I traveled down the street I started to witness riots where people dressed in black were beating the zombies dressed in Valentines Day-like outfits yelling things like "God doesn't approve". After that I went home and was immediately scared because people were trying to break into my house. It was three people 1 woman and 2 men they were banging on my door like they weren't going to stop until they broke the door down. I ran to the back of my house and was able to relax like I had some time to spare, I started to pack. Then I walked down my hallway into a room where there was a large bird cage, in the cage there was a red bird, an orange bird, a green bird, and a yellow bird. The red and orange bird were just "normal" small birds, but the green bird was awkward looking with a long neck and made of beads. The yellow bird had the design of a peacock and was unfriendly. Even though I don't have birds in real life I felt like I needed to save these birds, I had a love for them. In the dream I needed to transfer each one into a smaller cage so that I could leave my house (that was being invaded by the people trying to break in). The first bird I got was the red one, which in the dream was my favorite. I then got the orange one, which didn't have much meaning to me for some reason. Both the red and orange bird went into the smaller cage willingly. Then I went to get the green bird made of beads and it urinated all over me on the way to put it in the smaller cage. So I hurried and put it in the cage. In the dream I could actually feel it. I was wet, so I went to change clothes quickly. Next I went to try and retrieve the yellow peacock-designed bird and it was hiding from me and took a little while to get it out of the cage. Once I got it out it bit me on the finger, causing it to bleed so I pulled my hand away and it went back into the cage. After that I could hear the people breaking in getting closer to getting into my house so I rushed to the other room to keep packing- leaving the yellow bird. I was packing my clothes when all of the sudden in my hallway the attic door opened by itself and a clear box full of silver fell out of the attic. I interpreted it in the dream as my late Grandmother's silver. I was confused and slowly walked towards the box. I retrieved it and on my bed was now the small bird cage, my suit case, and the box of silver.

My brother,my father,my mother, my dad's friend are stuck in a high platform surrounded by a raging sea. It's raining and lightning occasionally flashes. Everyone is looking out at a oddly shaped island in the distance. It's in the shape of a circle, with water in the middle. There's more water than land. The island has random jutted elevations all around the land circle. There's a ladder on the tallest one, that goes straight into the raging sea. On the other side of the body of water in the middle of the island is another raised land feature, also with ladder, although it's not as tall as the one closer to the platform me all stood in. My mother is not looking at the island with us, she is in a tub, bloody and injured. Something must've happened that I couldn't remember. She's still alive though, but barely. For some reason, we all decided that the island was the safest place to be, and that we had to get there somehow. We had one lifesaver like floater with two ropes attached. My dads friend only showed up in the dream sometimes, other times he'd disappeared. It's as if he was only there to talk to my dad. My dad said he'd swim across first. My brother immediately disagreed saying it was too dangerous. Before anyone could object, he slid under the handrail and into the water. Me and my dad watched in horror as he swam across the violent sea towards the island. A flash of lightning made the water transparent for a bit and me and my dad saw a group of giant sharks and monsters swimming under my brother, they started trailing him. We watched, and screamed for him to swim faster, but he couldn't hear anything. He swam past the first ladder and went for the second one. The lightning flashed again to reveal a giant shark directly underneath my brother. He decided to go for the first ladder again and turned around. Me and my dad were panicking at how long he was staying in the water, but he made it and climbed onto the platform. Suddenly my dads friend was back and commenting at how many monsters were in the water, my dad got ready to swim across. I objected and told him that I'll go first, then me and my brother would swim back with the lifesaver, and get him, which was on the circular island. The rain continued to pour, and I looked down at the water, waiting for lightning to make it transparent again. In the distance I saw two huge black figures come out of the water and go back in. I could feel dread and panic over taking me. I went to my mother and told her to hang on. Her eyes opened but she couldn't speak due to her injury. I slid under the handrail and dropped into the sea. I started swimming my legs off, I dared not to look down into the darkness. The ladder was getting closer. The lightning flashed and directly under me I saw something that had a long neck and large teeth. It was looking right at me. I swam faster, reached the ladder and climb up to meet my brother. The point of view changed. Now it was my father and his friend, staring from the platform to the dark figures of me and my brother across the raging sea. Suddenly, the long neck of the monster came out of the water and started attacking me and my brother. My dad watched in horror. My dads friend talked to him, saying something obvious. He said something like "the monster will keep attacking them till they die." My dad watched as I wrapped a rope around the monsters mouth and held on tightly, as did my brother. The monster moved violently. Our tiny dark figures were thrown around as my dad watched. Finally, he watched us get eaten alive as we fell into the beasts' mouth. My father looked at his friend and said, "I would like to share the same grave as my sons. He jumped into the water. The view was of him hitting the water, but never emerging out. My mother was still in the tub, bleeding out. Me,my brother, and my dad were standing over her smiling. We were dead though. She smiled back at us, and closed her eyes, I assumed she died too. That's when I woke up.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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