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I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

To begin, my current roommates, a number of our friends, the boy am I am dating Scott, his girlfriend and myself are all living in a very large victorian house. Part of the house gets flooded, one of the rooms being my bedroom. I am forced to sleep in another bedroom, and for some cruel reason, I am placed in Scott and his girlfriend 's room. The room is rather large and there is a curtain dividing my half of the room from theirs. It all feels a little weird and uncomfortable, but becomes more uncomfortable when I walk in to Scott's girlfriend rifling through my things. She starts to discredit my taste in books, stating that it's simplistic and lacking the classics. I retort, declaring I've read the books, but don't own them. I'm getting very angry and want her to leave, when Scott arrives and starts listening to what she has to say. She begins insulting me to him, laughing and questioning how he could ever be with someone who lacked good taste. Scott has always commented I have excellent taste, but in my dream, he laughs at me with his girlfriend . I ask him why he is doing this now, so he looks at me and says, "what am I supposed to do?" This felt very significant to me, and I walked out of the room and away from the situation as quickly as I could.

I am 18 years old. I was sitting in the living room of my mother's house, about 8 months pregnant. My 13 year old brother is in his bedroom. The front door was unlocked and a man walks through. He had a gun. He didn't even look at me, just kept walking as if he'd been on some sort of mission. I walked right out the front door and tried to call 911 and I couldn't use my voice. I was freaking out and ran into my garage. The next thing I know the garage door opened from the house and just held out a gun as if to say "don't say a word, just get in the house". Then I woke up.

I am standing in my house my boyfriend is on my bed asleep. I step out of my bedroom and into the hallway. A closet door straight ahead of me opens slowly by itself. I become afraid and turn to wake my boyfriend . Before I can he suddenly begins to be drug by his left foot off my bed. He is being drug closer to me. He can't yell because he's being choked. His face is dark red and I begin screaming and crying. I say in the name of Jesus Christ Satan flee. And he is released. I then awake

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