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I dreamt i was sleeping in my bed when someone the height of a child kept pulling at my hands, i could feel this persons hands in my hands. i tried to scream and call for help to my partner, but i couldn't get the words to pronouce properly. i tried to elbow him, but the hands pulled stronger so i could not reach him. i could only see the slight movement of something infront of me as it kept pulling. But there was no form to it was and almost see through. i could see my chair standing by the wall through this person. i could even see my dog on the other side of this person. i took a deep breath and screamed and with that i woke up.

I was much younger, hanging out with a bunch of girls that were friends. I can't remember who they were or from what time of my life specifically. There was this blond guy that they were all fawning over. I didn't really talk to him. The next thing I know, I'm in a tiny room with him. The only things in the room are a small table and rock. The rock was oblong and had sunglasses it. The sunglasses were made out of that plastic color form removable sticker stuff like we had when we were kids. I pulled off the sunglasses and I love you Carolyn was painted on the rock. I didn't say anything. I walked out of the room. The room opened up into a giant operational lumber mill. A woman was holding a giant push broom. I approached her. It was Katie Holmes. I asked what she was doing there. She said that they let her stay in one of the little rooms if she swept up all of the sawdust.

Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

I ran into a girl I know in a store, we talk, she drops some glassware, after the mess is sorted out, we leave and go to my house. We talk for a while longer, go into my rook and ask her a question, she responds no. at this point i look down to see that i'm not wearing pants, only boxers. I also discover my erection, she also sees it, places her hand on it then moves from the left then to the right of me and acts in an awkward manner. I make a witty comment and she responds with partial disgust.

1. There is a large cliff/cavern that I touch and it explodes. The rock hurtles towards a crystal box that contains a small delicate, white flower. I try to stop the rocks although I can feel that I am not present in the room. I feel as if I am panicking and that my whole existence depends on this flower. The rocks smash the crystal box but somehow miss the flower. I feel myself attacking the rock, using brute force to push it away from the flower. Eventually I get buried by the rock and the last thing I can see is the flower with rocks falling all around it. I always wake up sweating and out of breath.

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