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I had a dream that i arrived at school to pick up my 6 year old son. during his day at school a hypnotist had done a special show for the children, and had hypnotized a child to be possessed by some demon or spirit. the child's teeth had gone pointed and he was talking in an unknown language and making strange noises whilst stabbing himself in the eye with a pen. people around watched him but didn't think this was wrong. i tried to catch the child to stop him from hurting himself but i couldn't and people just thought this was funny and the hypnotist said good bye to everyone and left the boy to continue hurting himself and wouldn't listen to me when i wanted him to recover the boy.

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 was sitting in a hallway or entrance way with a group of people and next to us was a group of vampires. They were all dressed Gothic and all their eyes were bright red. A girl that was sitting across from me started asking them questions and the male closest to me bites her, drains her, and them makes her feed off of him while I just stand there and watch. When he finished with her he turned to me pricked my finger with his tooth and drained me, and it hurt like nothing I've ever felt, but I couldn't move I just stared into his eyes. When he was done draining me he made me feed off of him and them he said welcome to the clan. After that I was in a car hiding from a women who was a vampire hunter or werewolf or something. Once I lost her my teeth started falling out and I kept putting them back in my gums but they kept falling out again, and all of them were falling out except for the two vampire fangs that had grown in after he bit me.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”

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