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I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

Me and a group of close friends, were in a overgrown back garden rigged with tripwires, we go to the end to find a small box with a sim card inside, we figure out it was a key that opened a door but the door needed two. So after searching for a minute I see an out of place plank of wood, I tear it open and it reveals another door that only needs one key. We open it to discover that it opens another door leading to the next garden. The garden is the garden of my house. One of my friends sits on a chair and the rest disappear. I need to go to the toilet so start walking to my door, before I open the door, I look into the window that belongs to my room. A man is there just staring at us all not even blinking. There are knives on the table I throw a few at him but only two hit him, causing his body to explode into black and red static. He then forms back to himself again. I then see him walk away from the window. I hear him open the door then walk down the stairs. As soon as I hear him walk down the stairs I lock the door. He begins walking toward the door and as soon as he reaches it, he crouches down and pulls a key from his mouth and unlocks the door. he then proceeds to walk towards me flailing his arms. I soon realise that he can't harm me, but I reach to the table to grab two knives one a normal carving knife and the other a butcher's knife. With the carving knife I stab his arm and with the butchers knife I start slicing at his arm. He then bursts back in the black and red static. He then turns into a man holding a giant tree axe, he still cant harm me so I stab him again in the arm. He turns back into the black static again and then turns into one last person. I then stab him three more times and then he turns into static one last time

I had a dream that I wasn't happy at CSUN so I transferred to CalArts for my last semester at school, and they got two awesome new piano teachers, and I was excited to go there, but then you moved down to southcal to go to school and you were going to live with me, but when i switched to CalArts it kind of screwed you over, because CSUN is a school where you could get a degree in pretty much anything but CalArts is only for music/art, etc. so you couldn't really go to school

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