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First i was in a stadium with my dad sitting far from me but kept looking at one another i had this guy I'm currently talkin to tha loves me and i asked him to come back to my house with me to get something i can't remember but we were walkin through the bushes with people and homes all through it he stopped to to cuddle a girl he new he asked me first i didn't mind he took a while so i ledt on my oown to my home that wasn't my home but in my dream it was i got there my mum wasnt my mum andseened like a women with issuea i got in and there were rabbits 2 or 3 of them and there arms were massive with huge claws that swatted me many times i was on top of furniture to get away from them my friend came looking my mum told him it wasn't the house he cryed weirdly. and my mum that wasn't my mum told me how much of a tossa he was and how he just cryed there was more but its real fuzzy i was then with my other boy friend michael i wass yelling at him cause he had the wrong idea about something his justf a friend . It really got me this dream tho please heelp

I have had this dream before but not in years. I was being chased by these people who were family but I think they were vampires. My mom and brother were captured but my sister, who did not look anything like my sister, had already been turned and had to chase me. There was something special about me that they needed apparently. I could fight, but not very well, so I ran. Oh and everyone in my family did not look like my actual family. But my vampire sister chased me around what looked like a New York style of Coralville. At some point I found my dad, who apparently I have not seen in forever, and he had a car and let me drive it. My friends called me while driving and were saying my dad's cars are always the best. And then we got home which was one bedroom only and that was it. That was the house. That one room. It was cluttered with old stuff of mine and my dads stuff. My sister found me, dad disappeared, and I ran again. I went in a circle and hid under the bed. There were 2 or 3 other people there who were my friends and tried to confuse my sister, which worked for a little bit. But then found me and I found an old song that I had written that my dad had kept. It had interesting metaphors. I read it and my sister started to cry. And I realized something. My dad came in, saw the song which he had constructed something that when you looked at it, the objects made the lyrics. And he started to sing it, but in this evil like, angry voice. And I told him that it made my sister cry and I realized he was behind it all, and my sister came onto my side.

I was getting married to my boyfriend , I was so happy I was crying. As a wedding gift, someone have me a breadboard, I instantly loved it, I carried it everywhere at the reception, and still had it in my hands when I went home. After I'd arrived at home I decided to go for a walk, it was around 1am and I was walking in the street when a man came up behind me and tried attacking me, I ran home trying to escape from him but he followed me, I was in the kitchen when I grabbed a knife, and he grabbed one too, but before he could cut me I chopped his fingers off that we're holding his knife, and I started stabbing into him when he turned into a cake on the special breadboard I got, in the dream, the man turning into a cake didn't seem at all weird. I was cutting into the cake over and over and blood was oozing out of it. When I stopped I was really upset because I didn't want to use the breadboard after the man had died on it, and his blood was all over it. My dad got the pieces of the man and put it into a bag and set it on fire. Then we looked into the mans backpack which had hundreds or thousands of 100 dollar notes in it, which we suspected to be drug money. Dad gave me the money, then we called the police and they came and took the bag away that had the man in it. Then I shared some money with my mum and dad. Then I woke up.

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