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I was doing farmhand work for a women I've worked for for awhile. I was standing in an empty stall staring at the bare dirt. I don't know why but I decided to look at my belly button. It had something in it. It looked like a narrow oval rock half way in. I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a small turtle. I tossed the little turtle. I looked at my belly button again and another turtle was in it; a bit deeper. I grabbed the rear of his shell and tried to pull it out; it gave a little then started to try and go deeper. I pulled untill it came out and I tossed it like the first one. I got scared all of asudden. I woke up.

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I was being hunted by a mexican cartel gang after shooting one of their members when they got violent with one of my cousins. i dont know what i was doing in mexico. My wife and the kids were there but not with me. after i shot the guy, i kept running and running because their gang was going to chase me down once they found out what i did, so i had to get a head start if i was going to make it. i ran and ran through towns and trails in the woods. I stopped when i got to an auto shop with nice vintage cars are struck up a conversation with the mechanics. they were nice and gave me clothes to change into because i was wearing white flowing robes for some reason. Somehow my wife and the kids caught up to me. My wife sat with my baby son and I sat with my daughter and others who where there watching the cars in the shop sitting on bleachers. My daughter left my lap and ran towards the door to go outside to look at something. As I got up to chased after her, out of nowhere machine fire started from the back and I ran and picked up my daughter, went to the floor and rolled on my sides out the door. I turned around to see my wife on the floor too with my son. My son was shot in his forearm and Amy was unhurt in the hail of gunfire. i was so sad, then i woke up.

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I am alone, driving my boyfriend 's car and pull into a car wash area at night...look the the rear view mirror to see a shady looking white man and a chubby black man jump out of their car pulled up behind mine and running towards me. I go to lock the doors but was in slow motion and they open driver and passenger door, grab my hands and feet and start stabbing me. I can feel my blood going cold and what seems like extreme fear and them death. Woke up after that.

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I was doing farmhand work for a women I've worked for for awhile. I was standing in an empty stall staring at the bare dirt. I don't know why but I decided to look at my belly button. It had something in it. It looked like a narrow oval rock half way in. I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a small turtle. I tossed the little turtle. I looked at my belly button again and another turtle was in it; a bit deeper. I grabbed the rear of his shell and tried to pull it out; it gave a little then started to try and go deeper. I pulled untill it came out and I tossed it like the first one. I got scared all of asudden. I had this dream multiple times

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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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Boyfriend driving while i was the pasenger. We were coming from a very long drive and i fell asleep briefly wome up startled cuz from the very rear view i thought we were being chased by one cop. I look over at him and he is asleep at the wheel. He looks over at me and as the car is goin off the road ready to crash i scream i love you and we plunge into awter slowly sinking and i wake up he looses control of the car it goes off the road and plunges inawakes and seems to loose fontrol wcrash off the road

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