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I had a dream that I was hanging out with my ex's ex and then she came over and we started fighting and I pulled her hair and smacked her in the face a couple times and then I ran out of there and was in a grocery store and was running thru the isles and seen her dad and when I got to one of the exists their was a bulldog so I didn't go in that exit but he looked friendly but i took another exit and then I woke up but when i went back to sleep hours later I had a dream I was finding her hair all over the place and I felt bad. (never hit her in real life btw,lol)

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Had no shoes on, and was going to meet my mom. Then went into the store in the bus terminal, the room was pale pink, the door was dark green, to find shoes. I kept covering my feet with the bottom of my pants because I was embarrassed to have no shoes on. Went in to find shoes, going through there were high heel shoes mostly, the ones I remember most were these green wedges. The shoes were all old, worn out. Didn't find any shoes because none of them fit or they were too expensive.

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In my dream our neighbors were 2 women who had a tiny bookstore at their house and they used to have sales every now and then, but only late at night (11pm). My mother wanted to buy something from them so I tagged along. While my mother was paying for the thing (unclear about what it was) she bought, one of the women came up to me as I was browsing through the books. She handed me a book and said she thinks i should read that one. It cost 50 bucks and I only had 10, my mother didn't have any more money so she said I should go home and ask my stepdad for money and then come back. The woman who gave me the book smiled and said that she'll keep the book out for me but that I'd have to return to the store before midnight. My mother and I both left the shop and went home. I asked my stepdad for the money, he gave it to me and I quickly returned to the shop with the money to still find the 2 women waiting there for me. I payed for the book and when she handed it to me she told me I can tell no one about 'Wicca'(I think that's the word) or anything about them.(The dream then changes) Suddenly we were in a different location and I was grouped up with other young people in a group and we had to go through obstacles being cast by these women/witches. I also kept clinging to a guy whose name was Tyler. I saved him from falling to his death 2 times before I woke up very confused. THE BACKGROUND:What bothers me in this dream is the fact that the house (my house) was exactly the same in the dream as it is in real life. I also really only have 10 bucks cash on me, like in the dream. I'm left very confused by this dream as I also felt a sort of sexual attraction to the 'woman/witch' who sold me the book. (I am 18 years old and a female, also i consider myself bisexual) I cannot remember the complete title of the book however the title had 'Witches' in it. Earlier this year I watched the Charmed series (Well, started to) and my fascination with witches was awakened. Although i've never gone to the trouble of researching and things like that as I grew up in a very religious household and I don't want to invite uninvited things into my house. This dream has left me very confused and I hardly wake up remembering dreams and have them bother me. Any help or clearance would be really nice thanks.

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I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

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I have a reoccurring dream where I am being held, possibly an institution or some kind of imprisonment camp, and I manage to escape with the aid of a few friends. The physical means of these friends changes over time, always seem to incorporate recent experiences and/or desires. As we manage to escape, we are automatically sought after by guards with three dogs, I think its always been three dogs. We lay low in the bushes till they pass, and we make our way to an old house, which so far has always had technology and music playing. As we continue our way to escape, we pass these kids playing by the building, who either get taken inside, or stroll past as these is no building and guards.Then the scene changes to a city life, where we again, change physical appearances, this time to characters from a specific game, as we stroll through shops to find clothes to change into and find a way to hide. In the meantime, we are approached by a nun who seems to work at the institution, just strolling through the store and recognises us, but doesn't alert the guard about us, and acts as if she doesn't know us. Finally we find shelter and are clothed, and are talking and relaxing. The dream ends when the guards from the institution are running after us, and once they grab us, the dream is over.

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