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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 have a dream that, while I wouldn't say is recurring, involves the same people, same situation, etc. It is almost like viewing another version of my life. Nothing unusual happens, but in this dream I'm usually with my boyfriend and his family, or occasionally my family. Everyone is happy and I never get any ill feelings with any of them. However! The man I'm dreaming of being in a relationship with is not my boyfriend in real life! He's a different guy that I had a brief fling with in my past. I love my boyfriend now, but these dreams of this old flame won't go away, and even thought they're enjoyable, it's leaving me feeling like I'm cheating.

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I had a dream the other night where I was riding in a car driving down a suburban neighborhood street and every one was trick-or-treating like it was Halloween but it was Valentines day. There were Valentines day decorations on most of the home's doors and there were people dressed in cupid-like outfits and walking like zombies. As I traveled down the street I started to witness riots where people dressed in black were beating the zombies dressed in Valentines Day-like outfits yelling things like "God doesn't approve". After that I went home and was immediately scared because people were trying to break into my house. It was three people 1 woman and 2 men they were banging on my door like they weren't going to stop until they broke the door down. I ran to the back of my house and was able to relax like I had some time to spare, I started to pack. Then I walked down my hallway into a room where there was a large bird cage, in the cage there was a red bird, an orange bird, a green bird, and a yellow bird. The red and orange bird were just "normal" small birds, but the green bird was awkward looking with a long neck and made of beads. The yellow bird had the design of a peacock and was unfriendly. Even though I don't have birds in real life I felt like I needed to save these birds, I had a love for them. In the dream I needed to transfer each one into a smaller cage so that I could leave my house (that was being invaded by the people trying to break in). The first bird I got was the red one, which in the dream was my favorite. I then got the orange one, which didn't have much meaning to me for some reason. Both the red and orange bird went into the smaller cage willingly. Then I went to get the green bird made of beads and it urinated all over me on the way to put it in the smaller cage. So I hurried and put it in the cage. In the dream I could actually feel it. I was wet, so I went to change clothes quickly. Next I went to try and retrieve the yellow peacock-designed bird and it was hiding from me and took a little while to get it out of the cage. Once I got it out it bit me on the finger, causing it to bleed so I pulled my hand away and it went back into the cage. After that I could hear the people breaking in getting closer to getting into my house so I rushed to the other room to keep packing- leaving the yellow bird. I was packing my clothes when all of the sudden in my hallway the attic door opened by itself and a clear box full of silver fell out of the attic. I interpreted it in the dream as my late Grandmother's silver. I was confused and slowly walked towards the box. I retrieved it and on my bed was now the small bird cage, my suit case, and the box of silver.

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My name is Elina and i am 19 years old. I have been living with my boyfriend , who is the same age as me, for the latest 1,5 years and last night i had the strangest dream of all. I dreamt that i was getting married to a celebrity who is 23 years old in reality. I dreamt that i was in love with him but when we had the after-the-ceremony party suddenly i felt a confusion because i questioned myself about my real boyfriend . I was like: ''what have i done? what has become of my real boyfriend ? how did i end up like this?''. After that i dreamt that i was in university (in which i have been for two semesters until now) and that i had feelings for another guy, also near my age. Suddenly, when that guy approached me i felt empty once more wondering about my real-life boyfriend and could not make any move. Can somebody please tell me what is going on with me and my dream? I love my boyfriend very much and i have never cheated on him. So what is the source of these dreams? Last but not least, i have been having dreams like this for the latest three days but in every single one of them i have feelings for someone else and when this someone approaches me i always take a step back and question myself about my real boyfriend . Please help me!!

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What does my dream mean? So, I have this guy in my waking life that I am dating, but I always had a feeling that the fact that his ex girlfriend cheated on him and hurt him so bad (he almost married her) is the reason he hokds back some in our relationship. I have always had very detailed dreams, and when I remember them, they usually mean something, but I cannot for the life of me decipher this one. I fell alseep one night and dreamed that I was in a warehouse filled with food. All sorts of food, like anything you could think of, and for some reason I was on a quest for frozen strawberries. I finally found them. I was walking around the market with my boyfriend 's roomate (who is like my big brother) and I have no clue why. We were flying around on a segway, and then we ended up walking, all in this market. Throughout the whole dream, I heard a woman's voice speaking on a loud speaker all throughout the market, even though I couldnt make out who it was or what they were saying. His roomate and I ended up being chased around by these men in yellow hazmat suits. It suddenly became difficult for me to breathe, and I looked up at the ceiling and saw that there were ceiling fans on that were blowing out yellow tear gas. He was holding my hand, and we were running around the market trying to get away, and Iwas frightenend, and then I woke up. About a month later, I fell asleep and had a dream that I was in something that looked like an abandoned factory. it was dark and gloomy and it just felt like something was wrong. I was chasing my boyfriend around, and he ended up going up a flight of stairs, so I followed. I ended up in the barracks that we live in on the same floor as we live, and he ran into his room and shut the door in my face, and no matter how hard I knocked, he wouldn't let me in. So I went to the staircase to go outside, and I looked back down into the stairwell of the dark and gloomy factory, and I saw a yellow boot belonging to one of the men from the first dream. But this time I wasn't afriad of the men, I wanted to find out what they wanted, so I went down the stairs after him. I got to the bottom, and there was a bunch of them hanging on a railing, and I turned a corner, and I ended up back in the warehouse full of food, with the fans still going blowing tear gas. I heard the loudspeaker again, and this time it was a man's voice (I dont know who) and I could make out what he was saying. He said, "You idiots, are you sure that it's (my boyfriend 's ex's name)'s fault? What are you going to do with her?!" And then I realized, the men weren't after me... they were after my boyfriend 's ex, and it was her voice on the loud speaker. I kept running around the market and I eventually fouund where the loudspeaker was being projected from, it was a man I've never seen before with a microphone in a cage talkiing. I got on the floor and crawled under one of the tables of food that was directly next to it, I recall seeing some green peppers, limes, and red peppers and tomatoes. The men in the yellow suits finally caught my boyfriend 's ex, and I don't know how I knew because I didn't see it, I just did, and the minute they did, the fans turned off and the tear gas stopped blowing, and I could breathe again. I stood up, took my boyfriend 's hand, and we walked out of the warehouse into this bright light, and I woke up. I'm sorry if I sound like a crazy person, but what the HELL does this mean?! lol It's driving me nuts, so if youre good with dream interperetation, please help, thanks:)

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We are what looks like John and my old house. John isn’t there. It’s dark, there is always spiritual activity here. I have grown accustomed to hearing and feeling it, but I don’t enjoy it. I feel threatened here, and often that the spirits are trying to kill me. Katie and I are sleeping together in an unfamiliar kitchen, on a table. Pulses of energy start to transcend from the walls towards the other side of the house. She is scared, so I hold her hand and tell her that I have done this before, that I know what this is, and that I will keep her safe. There is a dishwasher underneath us that keeps shutting off. I have to manually press buttons until it goes again. This feels important to me. Katie asks me often what is happening, and why. She tries to blame the wind. I keep looking up at these slitted windowless cut-throughs at the top of the wall. They appear to be letting air in, but I know that's not why the house underneath us is shaking. We hold on, and I help her get through it. Cut to my Mom’s house. We are talking about the ghosts. I throw eggs on the floor, and so does she. All of them break open, and some of them are spoiled as they hit the floor. She cleans them up, but there is always still residue. I try to help clean it up better. We are sitting at some sort of Pep Assembly. Top Gear (Britain) host starts talking, donating money to an organization. He donates a particular amount, and then does a double take, acting like he is going to give them more. Instead, he jests about giving the second amount to “Jesus Christ.” Nick, my sisters and I all snort at this, I seem to be filming the event. We can hear murmurs of people agreeing, when someone gets my attention. An old school teacher who was religious speaks up and asks if we should have ‘the talk.’ I look down and tell her no. She sits back, and my Mom appears, telling me that she wishes I would let “Jesus Christ” into my life. I coldly disagree with her. Cut to her house. We continue to have the argument, and she claims she wants me closer, and that ‘god’ will make me stay close to her. I disagree, but don’t mention anything about agreeing to stay close. I tell her that John’s mom has a way of making him stay close to her.

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