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I had this dram more than once. Of a big pink older wooden house.The house was empty with a long hallway and bedrooms along each side of the hallway with the living room at the end of hallway.But my vision of me walking down the hallway was at a slant like if the house was slanted the wood floor was slanted too.Then out of nowhere a ball was bouncing towards me as it got closer the bounce got louder.And the ball got bigger .It seem to be a agressive bounce.Then when it would reach me it scared me it was 3D vision to me I wake up scared & sweating.Another dream of the same thing but this time I seem to be trying to get the bouncing ball as it was bouncing away from me into each room and sometimes the room doors would slam on me. Then I wake up scared.

I was roller skating with people, no one specific, in a city. We came to a bridge, and the gate came down as the bridge was about to go up. sitting on the road in front of me was a woman and a 2 or 3 year old, wearing winter coats. As the bridge started to go up, the road separated (as it should do ) and the baby fell backwards into the water. The woman tried to grab the baby and missed, so she jumped into the water. I watched, debating whether to jump in or not, don't think I did jump in--then I woke up. I only saw the backs of the people so no idea who they were.

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

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