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Sleeping, and I woke up to go to the restroom on the balcony. The balcony was made from brick, and my neighbors could only see my head as I went to the restroom. I went outside afterwards, and an 11 year old, Monica, pulled into the driveway, and she assisted to take me for a ride. I asked how old she was, and she said 11. I told her to pull off before anyone got hurt. She said she would the next chance she got. On the road, there were cars in front of her that were wrecking into bicyclists. Monica, the 11 year old, started laughing. “Why are you laughing? Pull over before someone gets hurt.” She ran into a bicyclist on accident, and she pulled over. We left the car and went inside until help arrived. This woman came in to ask questions. She told me I looked like a good girl. She was defending me in a way. Then she gave me a hug and looked at my stomach as she said, “congratulations.” I went searching for Josiah to tell him I was pregnant. When I saw him in the car, he was smoking pot. I told him the news, and he asked me to come inside with the people he worked with. One worker asked if I had one wish, what would it be? I wished for a new life. Josiah took me upstairs, and he took me to his bed. After that, I walked home.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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I was driving my car alone at night on the transcanada highheading east to Calgary. I was in the far right lane that was next to a merging lane which was about to merge, next to a white truck and ambulance. Just as the merge lane opened up a semi that had a deck but no load on it came into view. All of a sudden the ambulance cut in front of me and I slammed on my brakes but started to slide because roads were Icy so I put my foot on the gas and swerved around the ambulance causing the ambulance to crash into the truck and then I kept speeding along causing other cars to crash and only getting hit once. Total of 7 cars in the pile up. I slowly slowed down on the side of the road and parked. I didn't even have a scratch. The tow truck driver arrived and put my car in a box and said he was putting it in his truck to get scrapped it was totalled. He pointed to the passenger side in the front and said there's the damage but nothing was there. All of a sudden my family came (my cousin roma, her two brothers and her parents) up behind the tow truck driver with their car and started asking if I was alright. They drove me to where they were staying in Calgary to spend the night. We got there and it was a scary part of town, probably 100 ppl sleeping outside and we had to wait outside for half an hour for someone to wake up. We got inside and I took my clothes off and we all went to bed in the living room. All of a sudden for no reason I got ushered out of the house and ran down the street naked after my oldest cousin Joe. Ppl were trying to chase me so everybody on "our side" took out guns and then started to chase them to distract them. Then we arrived where it looked like exactly the same place we had just left.

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