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I broke my leg doing something. And I was in bed at my grandparents house. And my mom left the room. And then John came in. And he said we need to stretch your leg. And he took my broken leg. And started moving towards me. And he was leaning in with it. Like he was about to kiss me. His eyes start to shut. And I was going along with it. And then my mom came in. And he jumped away from me. And then I don't remember what happens next. But then I was talking to you about how john almost kissed me. Then I was back at my grandparents house. And you and Thiany were staying in the room with me. And Elizabeth was right across from us. Then I fell asleep. I woke up. And I told you it was time to get up. And you said that you didn't fall asleep until 5 am. Then we were all eating in my grandparents house. Everyone from the swim team. Well I am not sure about everyone. But john was at the opposite side of the table. And Thiany was talking to Alexandre. And then john throws a penny. And it lands by me. He said its for Cara. I was mortified. And then I got up. And i was in a onesie. And I can't remember who pushed me over to john. And I was like no. And I fell right behind a nightstand. And John didn't see me. And I was hiding. Until someone saw me. And I said I got stuck. And I got out. And everyone was looking at me. I started crying and I ran upstairs back to my room and fell asleep. Then I woke up. And you came in. And said you really hurt john. I know he was flirting with you. And you made me feel guilty. So I ran downstairs. And I saw him talking to his mom by the door. I screamed his name. And he didn't hear me. Then I lost him. I ran outside. And I started running screaming his name. And in front of the house was a beach. I was struggling to run in my dream. And I said to Karine it's so hard to run in the sand. And I when I finally got to him. He was in his bathing suit. Not a speedo his normal bathing suit. He had abs and everything. I said john I need to tell you something. Then this really gorgeous blonde girl comes over and he said Cara this is my ex girlfriend . I said john I like you. And he said never mind. And pushed his ex away. And I thought to myself I need to kiss him before I wake up. I never kiss anyone in my dreams. And I turned his head towards me. And kissed him. It was a very short chaste kiss. And then I was stunned. Then I woke up in the dream and said holy shit and fell out of the bed.

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It’s in the middle of the mass and my mom tells me that she and my sister needed to go home to help paint the garage. Very shortly after, I get a call from my mom on my firefly cellphone that she and my sister were tied up to a pole by ninjas in black suits. I freak out and leave church and run straight home. I thought that it was weird that no one was home because my dad was painting. Being my young self, I got scared and do the only thing in the world that would make me feel calm again; play the Wii. I strapped on my Wii remote and started to play Wii bowling like I always did. I was almost done with my game when I heard a big knocking noise come from upstairs. It stopped eventually so I went back to bowling. Again, the knocking starts but this time it’s louder. I now turn off the T.V. and go to the steps. I walk a little bit up the staircase but then suddenly stop. I see my mom’s red high-heel shoes at the top of the stairs. They begin to walk like there is someone in them. I scream and run down the stairs and slam the door shut. The door opens so now I know there is some kind of ghost chasing me! I sprint out the house as fast as I could but still can’t get away from the shoes. I fall at the end of my driveway, sobbing. The red high-heels stand before me and the ghost is now hold items in multiple hands: a spray paint can, a brush, a baseball hat and a banana. I quickly try to call for help on my firefly phone but then the ghost suddenly kicked the phone out of my hand and crushed it with the heel. Next thing I know, all the items in it’s hand were thrown at my face. This is when I wake up.

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I have been extremely tired today for no reason. I took about an hour and a half to two hour nap just now, and when I woke up this is how I felt: I can't remember the dream exactly, but I remember it felt warm and welcoming. Kind of like I was going "home" for the first time in a long time. Like my dream state was reality, and I felt relieved and relaxed. Since I've been awake I feel kind of sad, and I have no explanation as to why. Someone explain this to me please haha

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I don’t know when this is but for some reason, it is in Chicago or Los Angeles I meet an alien who the size of a toddler. He states that he and comrades come in peace and hope to stay on Earth. People approve and people disapprove, others are just frightening. The aliens are nice enough to introduce advanced technology. The doctors take it an advantage. I use it on my grandma with my own discount they give me and she is given a whole new body. But it’s sadly a Russian model, who is loved by many. My grandma is 65 but is in the body of a 25-year-old. There are even a store and school dedicated to her. I’m with these group of people: Jason, Clare, and two other people I don’t know. I actually become the watcher at this point The aliens confess that they have refuged from a darker source. Sadly, the Russian model is involved. The world turns its back on the aliens and separates them in reservations. This makes me sad because the alien who I got to know had become my best friend. The group of people actually help me find out how to make humans believe they are no better than the violent aliens they think they see. The entire world is in fire and rage, almost like an abandoned city in the Walking Dead Our plan was to try to show the advance technology the doctors believe to take advantage of was good to do. Jason, giving the fact he said he was studying to be a surgeon, puts his blood in and makes beautiful but vicious plants. But our plan backfires a bit because the Russian model is a bounty hunter. We leave Jason with the experiments to find out that the darker force is coming, in large black glowing ships, the world panics as the ships just stand there, while that happens, Jason is murdered by the Russian model by drowning in the water and being eaten by the plants. His blood and his body fill the tank as the plants suddenly die. We come back to find him like this and I state that it’s the Russian model and I state I will be the one to kill her because her technique of killing is at closing time, she walks casually out while another rush out and she shoots a tranquilizer with pink liquid at her victim. The Russian model knows what I plan to do so she casually just goes with the process I say. At closing time, the model is ready to leave while I casually walk in front of her. She shoots it but I turn my back, catching it. The model runs to me and pins me down, trying to put the tranquilizer on me, but I reverse her hold and inject her with the pink liquid and push back in the purple dark aura that appears to return herself to a nicer but dizzy state. We help her out and turns out my alien friend is there because he could sense me. We go back to the clinic with Jason covered. We look at the purple aura and try to use the system to try to find out what made her calm and “normal.” We find that the pink liquid was meant for the model because she had been given nanobots to made her that way. It only killed others because they were aliens. The purple liquid, however, that was inhaled, was the negativity that was in her. So, we all decided to take liquids that the doctors had tinkered with and take them back to the aliens We come outside when it turns out the reporter states how we will be arrested for taking doctors’ equipment and trying to go to the reservation. But we say, “so?”. I hide the alien friend in the bathroom and keep watch as the reporter gets upset and grabs a heavy hammer that she thinks she can carry. Behind her are other reporters, they all get upset at one another and apparently beat each other to death. In the end of my dream, it’s stuck at the point where all reporters are dead.

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I dream my daughter whom is 9 gave birth to 2 twins 1 big and 1 really small one but the small one was first and I didn't think it was alive in the bath tub covered in poo and the second was very large covered in poo but after I HP my daughter give birth I seen the small 1 that was. Covered in a Lot of poo in the tub move his hand and lips do i grab him and begin washing him off also the poo was Brown and had green partials in it-------- that dream is weird because my daughter is never out my care I homeschool her and her 2 bros but this is a weird cream

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For the past 2 day's I've had similar dreams. They are both different, but the same thing happens in some shape or form. In the first dream, I was with a choir. It was a big day for us. A big performance was coming. Before the performance, though, we had to sing while someone took pictures. I remember my picture being awful, my mouth was open way too much. All most in an unnatural way. And then we individually sang a song. But I didn't know mine. It was for a grade, so I would have to take it again sometime. Then I was on a roof. Kind of a balcony on the roof. A tall glass building. I'm guessing about 10 stories up. And a girl said it was time to retake it. She had a camera. For some reason, I didn't think I was supposed to sing that song, which I didn't know. And I remember a song in my head. In reality I've never heard of it. It was completely new and it sounded like it could be an extremely popular song. It was a pop song. And the lyrics were really good. I was going to sing the song, but then I suddenly forgot it. And I instead sang Sweet Escape. The girl interupted and told me I wasn't singing the right song. I remember in the dream feeling constant embarrassment. There was a lot more in the dream, that right now I can't quite recall, but that is all in the dream about the choir. In the second dream, I was back in time. I was, I'm guessing, around the 1930's. In reality I'm 15 years old. But for some reason in this time setting my mom was younger. I can't recall how younger. Anyways, I was in a school. I had gym. And I remember being rather unpopular... but that doesn't matter. Later on, I had a big choir performance. On stage, big crowd, lights out, everything was about to start. I was on the top row. There were only four other girls there with me. We were all on the left side. All the other rows were crowded, but there was a clearing in the middle. We were singing Ring Christmas Bells. For some reason, my voice was awful. I sang quietly because of it. It was out of tone and scratchy. At some point the girls and I on the top row were going to do a little routine. I didn't know about it, but I went along with it. I went on the other side. Me and one of the other girls were supposed to spin around each other. From this point imagine the stage from a side angle. The rows of the stage horizontal. She thought was supposed to go right and me left. But for some reason I knew I was supposed to go right. I was determined to stay on the right side. She kept on giving my a funny look. Obviously signaling for me to go to the other side. I didn't. We briefly bumped into each other before she went on the other side. At some point in the song, the choir was supposed to be quiet. I didn't know and continued singing the song. Rather quietly, still. But people heard and gave my funny looks. I stopped, embarrassed. Somehow, I managed to get in the row below. I noticed because when I looked up, I couldn't see the audience. The row below had lots of tall boys that I couldn't possibly see over. Nor could anyone see me. I was the only one at this row. I liked that the audience couldn't see me anymore, then I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. Now go back to viewing the stage vertically. I was still on the left side of the stage. On the right side, a row below me began a group of African Americans. They continued for another few rows. One of them was signaling at me. Trying to tell me to come to her, that she had something important to say to me. I knew her. I reality, I knew her from 6th grade. I was in a different school then. We weren't really close, I don't even remember her name. We were classmates. But in the dream she was a random girl. I didn't want to go to her though. I liked where I was, where no one could see me. Plus it was still in the middle of the performance. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself. And to get to her I would have to jump over a chair in the middle clearing. Yeah, there were chairs there, like the ones at movie theaters. And once I got to her the people would easily see me. There weren't any tall people in the row below her. I changed my mind, however, when a really tall African American girl sat in the chair in front of the one I was supposed to go to. I then went to her. At least once I got there no one would see me. From there the dream was a blur. I don't remember what she told me. Also, since my first big mistake in the performance, especially the little routine I messed up with the girl, our choir teacher would beat me. Like how teachers did to students back then. Even though I didn't see the teacher, I know what she looks like. I've never seen her in reality. She was an old, skinny, wrinkly lady. Her gray hair is back in a tight bun. She wore an old victorian black dress. Long sleeve and turtleneck. And she carried a teachers stick. The ones they used to hit children back then. And I just knew she was glaring wholes through at me backstage throughout the performance. There was a lot more in this dream too, but this is everything about the choir. In reality I do have choir. But I sing good and never had a bad experience with it. All the choir teachers I've had were real nice. I think these dreams have a more intense, abstract meaning behind them. Any dream experts out there? Please help.

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