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My long ago ex invited me to a dinner party with all my old school friends, however I noticed she put me on a table so out of the way I couldn't see anyone else (some other people were sat with me too) as the dinner went on our food was the last to come out and I was starving! Then we jumped to everyone watching me on stage handing her a gift of diamond studded braces? (she had perfect teeth) and then she in return gave me an expensive watch, smiled and then walked away.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

I recently dreamt of a crowded airport terminal which had only elevators for means of transportation. I was young and was saying goodbye to my older adopted brother, whom was dressed in an official uniform similar to a marine's. He told me he was leaving me alone in order for us to have a better life. The place he was going was corrupt but no one knew at the time. Years later I was saying goodbye to my guy friend (We constantly flirted with each other until he left for college recently) at the same terminal but to a different destination. I was making sure he had everything when an unfamiliar face called me and I ran to her excited. We talked and I completely ignored my friend's upset and jealous calls to me. Finally he left and once I realized he was gone I desperately tried to push through the crowd to get to him but just missed with the elevator doors closing at the tips of my fingers. I hung my head and began to cry when I felt his arms wrap around my stomach and his face nuzzle in my neck with a smile on his face. He asked if he really thought he'd leave me without a proper goodbye and I smiled at him. He then left me and i watched him leave happily.

My ex-husband shows up at my house and tells me he's staying until next week. I meet his new wife, and start to miss my ex-husband even more as the days go by, almost wanting him back. I start to notice that the new wife's itinerary for my ex-husband is longer than the one he gave me, and I find out he in fact doesn't leave until another week later. My boyfriend can tell there's something going on with me, but he just stays quiet. I fell asleep on a chair and a man tries to wake me up because brunch has started and a huge line has started to form. I tell them I'm French and to leave me alone. They won't stop bothering me, so eventually I got up and left. I then realized what day it was and that it was the last day I was going to see my ex-husband. I ran to my apartment, all while dodging and maneuvering my way around the ginormous brunch line of people waiting to eat. I couldn't find him, so I decided to wait outside for him to catch up with him and eat. Right as he came outside, I was about to run up to him, but he disappeared in the crowd with his wife. All of a sudden, these weird creature people were in town assassinating my ex-husband's army crew that was there. My ex-husband was the last one alive. He decided to play hero and try and kill them, and he got one of them. I was balling for him not to be a hero and just hide in the shadows until they go away, but he insisted that he wasn't going to do that. One of the assassins were coming up fast, and it was a woman in a red dress. I decided to hide in the restrooms, and I noticed some women employees were locking up both the top and bottom of each stall, making it easier for me to hide. My ex-husband came in to try and wait for the female assassin to come in so that he could kill her. She came in from behind them and walked slowly in between him and the two staff ladies without a word. All I could hear was the click of her heels as she passed by. The lady who was locking the door in front of me looked at me after the female assassin passed by and smiled reassuringly before she fell forward and dropped dead on the ground with an odd ceramic tea cup lodged in the back of her neck where her spine and neck connect. Just then, everyone else who was standing, including my ex-husband, fell down dead with different ways of how they died. My ex-husband had a huge slice across his forehead, and the other lady had some of her intestines pushed out of her back. Before I could make any other noise, or cry, I heard the female assassin walking back towards the bodies, to make sure they were dead. I slipped back into hiding, and pretended I was dead just in case she saw me. She also had a little minion this time following her. Right as she got close enough to see me, I could hear her walking towards me and I woke up.

N the dream, I was at an event with one of my friends, her name is Maritza Annie Tuttle [I will call her Annie for short] and one other person who was following us. I could not make out the other person, but something told me she was Annie\'s friend. We were standing around talking in the dream, at this event, there were crowds of people and we were all there to watch something. I could not make out the environment around us, just the small social circle between Me, Annie, and her mystery friend. We sat there for a while talking as normal friends and laughing - she was excited to see me. Then (this is what caught me off guard) Annie said something along the lines of \"Lets go!\" with a huge smile on her face and proceeded to grab my hand and hold it tightly (as if we were a couple). She lead me through the crowd of people and I remember feeling this strong connection of love in the way she held my hand, and I also remember (in the dream) distinctly holding it tighter as we walked through the crowds of people - her friend walking behind us. Since Annie was my friend (in the dream) I was confused and puzzled - why was she holding my hand? We then stopped at a place where we stood next to each other, continuing to hold my hand and playfully bumping into me with her sides and hips. We laughed as we held hands, and (this is where my memory almost falls into bits and pieces) I remember her wrapping her arms around my neck and getting VERY close to a kiss. Whether or not we did kiss, I do not know, I remember getting very close to her face and either backing off or kissing her and then looking away. Her friend had caught up by this time, and was standing there, Annie continued to hold me as if she missed me or something. Then I remember, that we were hugging.

I am hired by a private benefactor to search the Antlantic Ocean to find the lost city of Antlantis. After searching underwater we discover a sunken ship so massive that it must be three times longer than the city of New York, twice as wide, and nearly two miles high. On top of the ship is a city like New York, but with many beautiful skyscrapers. We crash into the ship which causes it's rafts to inflate, and it rises to the surface of the water, creating huge waves. It turns out that the ship is the lost city of Atlantis, the "City of the Atlantic."

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