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My coworker Rich and his Girlfriend and myself and this girl I started dating were waking back to Rich and his girlfriend s place when we got back to their place and a guy had been hanging out around the house he ran when we got there and we went inside...they went to their room and her and I went to mine...later in then night in like a tv show cut it went to rich and isabelee and she heard a noise and he immediately new what was going on and shot up out of his bed and hit the alarm that calls 911 and grabbed a a huge golden candlestick and ran out of his room...the girl and I heard the noise and we ran up stairs and I see rich like sword fighting with a burglar the same guy who was hanging around the house earlier...and rich was on top of the stairs and the burglar was on one of the steps below him and I hesitated for a second but then charged at the burglar like a bull with my head down and charged at the burglar like a bull and knocked him down. Then I woke up.

Yesterday night i had a dream about my loved one... he passed away two months ago... I had a dream that actually i was trying to get a rickshaw to go home & he was sitting behind where passengers sit in that rickshaw... the moment i went closer & peeped inside, i saw him... he was hiding his face.. then when i saw him & i recognised, i was crying for him b'coz i questioned him that why is he playing such a prank on us coz everybody is arranging a funneral for him but he is here leaving me all alone... so, he got down of that rickshaw & started to walk away.. as i got down & begin to go behind him, he started running & so did i... then he got inside a building & me too did that... he was laughing... i was crying & begging him to come towards me... then he hiden somewhere... i sat on the staircase crying for him... after that he saw me crying he came to me... some conversation took between us, i dont remember it clearly but i very clearly mentioned that i neede him alot... i am alone without him& i love him more than myself....... some conversation again..... then i told him that wait here i am coming with my bags in two seconds... i asked him for promise & he promised me... but as i returned with the bag, he vanished.... I was so crestfallen & broken that i went to a mountain to its edge, cut my hand, stabbed myself with the knife & climbed off the mountain.... then after this very moment i got up in a shock......

I was in an airport and I realized that I forgot to purchase a ticket for my flight that leaves at 9:30. My destination was New York for New Years. I clearly distressed and running around the airport. I come to a cashier and buy a ticket for the 9:30 flight and he tells me that its 9:20. He then nods his head toward a very long line of people in which I have to get into, in order to print the ticket I just bought. I was feeling hopeless but still went to the back of the line. There I met a young woman about my age who was aslo late for her flight. She seemed be perfect. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, white complextion, a few freckles on her face, and a daisy in her hair. I can't remember all of what we talked about. I remember her saying she lived in Austin, TX with her aunt and remember feeling that she was an extremly sweet girl. At this point I start looking around for other printers where I can print my ticket. I knew that if I left to try and find a printer I might risk losing my spot in the line i was already in. I left anyway, but I couldn't find another printer so I went back hoping no one else got in line. Sure enough I returned and there were ten more people in line. I was hoping however that the sweet girl would let me cut behind her to get my spot back. To my suprise I saw her at the back of the line. I went up to her and asked her why she went to the back of the line. She told "Because I was waiting for you" At this moment It was as if she lifted all the distress I just had. I was full of joy and was at peace. Missing my flight no longer mattered. I don't remember when but somewhere in the dream I remember seeing an image of her hand or a hand with an engagement ring on it. I woke feeling very happy but also very curious about the dream. I have my own theories about the dreams but am intrested to see what others think.

I was in the mall, and there was this huge line for a ride that was outside, and my friend and I cut the line because we saw familiar people. I went on the ride a bunch of times and then one time I went to get on, my legs no longer worked and I couldn't reach the seat of the ride and my friend's dad said that I had "muscular dystrophy", and then my cousin appeared and showed me a book and then we went to a trailer and there was a hurricane and we had to kill a spider and the old woman and boy that lived there let me play their tiny piano.

I show up at my job. Both my wrists are cut and bleeding. I make my way to the manager’s office and there I see Joe and Dianne. As I reveal my bleeding wrists I tell them, "Thank you for making it so clear to me that this is what life is like and will always be like. Thank you for making it so clear that I can't keep living my life like this." As my sobs and tears increase both Joe and Dianne just stood there and did nothing. Then in burst the meat manager Sammy and Tony who also works in Meat. Both of them confronted Joe and Dianne. Sammy punched Joe twice on the face yelling at him and asking him why the hell he hasn’t called the ambulance or even tried to help me his ‘adopted daughter,’ and Tony was yelling and cursing at Dianne asking her the same thing apart from the adopted daughter part. While they were doing this before I could collapse from the loss of blood; the produce manager and closest friend that I have at Safeway came in a lifted me into his arms. As I looked up at him my eyes growing heavy, I knew that anyone who looked into my eyes could see that they were dead, that I had already giving up on life. As I looked up towards his face I was shocked for there I saw tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall. His face filled with concern, worry, heartbreak, and anger. He carried me to his car and drove me to the Hospital. Before arriving at the hospital I said to Chris in a weak whisper, "Please forgive me Chris. I know that I told you that I would try but I just can’t take this anymore. I know that you must hate me and are upset that this is what I have chosen but please know and understand that I am finally at peace and finally free." As we pull up to the hospital he turns his head in my direction and says in a soothing and worried voice, "Don’t you dare talk that way Danielle. Don't you dare give up. Don’t you know how many people will be crushed to have lost you? I know that I will be grieving beyond belief. You matter Danielle and are love by so many people. Don’t throw that away because Safeway is treating you like shit, but that doesn’t mean that you need to allow yourself to give up on your life and all that you will be missing out on. Please don’t," He then comes over to the passenger side door lifts me into his arms and says with such sincerity that I have never heard him use, “Don’t give up on life. You will be greatly missed by so many, and you will undoubtedly will be greatly missed by me.” He then kisses me gently on the forehead and then runs in as fast as he can while carrying me. As we enter he calls for help and we are surrounded but before I pass out and hope I am finally dead and at peace, I see his haunting tear streaked face drilled and captured in my mind and the last thing I see. The crushed, worried, concerned, grieving, angry, and a hint of love, all emotions written on Chris’s face as my eyes close and I feel death coming most of me wanting it to come now, but the image of Chris making a small part of me hoping for life to give me a second chance. That is when I wake up from this dream/ nightmare.

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