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I am about to wake up. I hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I realize I’m paralyzed and I try in vain to scream for help but I can’t make a sound. My head feels foggy and unfocused, like I’m of no substance. My body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it, trying to get the two to connect and move and free me. It’s as if my brain is trapped by my body. I can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise I cannot move. It terrifies me and I scream a silent, mental scream. No one even knows I’m screaming but me. When I finish screaming, I try to calm down and relax, thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does. I wait, consciousness still, for what feels like forever. I try to move again to no avail. I remember in a nightmare I had when I was younger, I squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up. I decide to try that again. I focus on my eyes, squeeze them shut, and open. Nothing. Again. Again. I can’t move. I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, and open them. This time I actually wake up.

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

I dreamt my first crush, he proposed me 15 years back and after a year we lost connection. yesterday night i dreamt him, as if he was dead and my few friends telling me that he is no more. and when i went to see him there were many who came to see him, but he was not dead, but in death bed, as soon as he saw many of us, he said no one should call me Naushad, my dad used to call me by that name, and he was very furious, he gets up from death bed and he asks us why all of us are here, and he asked do u know me ? to each and he asks me too.. and i said yes i know u , i was your junior and and recalls and smiles. and then he is normal, every one looks at us. e

On Friday I had a dream about Homecoming. In this dream I was getting ready for Homecoming with my friends at a hotel in San Francisco. Instead of being at school, Dougherty’s Homecoming was being held in Los Angeles. After getting ready, my friends and I caught a cab to the airport so we could fly down to LA. Within 20 minutes of being in the air we began feeling some turbulence. The captain put on the fasten seatbelt sign and warned everyone to stay seated. All of a sudden the plane jolted and started falling down from the air and unknown speeds. Terrified, I held onto the armrests of my seat and prayed to God to make sure we do not die. All of a sudden there was a huge flash in the sky and the plane safely landed on some island. Surrounded by water and nothing but sand and palm trees, everyone began to panic. My friends and I sat on the beach in our Homecoming dresses waiting for someone to find help when all of a sudden we ended up on Hollywood Blvd.

My first crush is dead and my few friends telling me that he is no more. and when i went to see him there were many who came to see him, but he was not dead, but in death bed, as soon as he saw many of us, he said no one should call me Naushad, my dad used to call me by that name, and he was very furious, he gets up from death bed and he asks us why all of us are here, and he asked do u know me ? to each and he asks me too.. and i said yes i know u , i was your junior and and recalls and smiles. and then he is normal, every one looks at us. e

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