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My dream was about a girlz, she looked familiar but i had no idea who she was. She liked trying to touch my boyfriend , like flirting with him. He seemed annoyed at first but when she backed into the driveway. She acted like she couldnt drive so he went up nd was going to help her nd then all of a sudden he was carrying her in his arms nd she playfully hit him with her purse. Next i know we were in his room with lots of people she comes in sits right behind us nd startz messing with him. I tell her to stop nd start getting physical. She keeps on nd then leans in to kiss him so he doesnt tell her stop or pulls away. So i feel he wants it so i put their heads together nd make him kiss her. Then he somehoe gets up nd i guess goes to get his mom nd call me to leave. Then i wake up mad nd sorta ina cold sweat.

Me and a group of close friends, were in a overgrown back garden rigged with tripwires, we go to the end to find a small box with a sim card inside, we figure out it was a key that opened a door but the door needed two. So after searching for a minute I see an out of place plank of wood, I tear it open and it reveals another door that only needs one key. We open it to discover that it opens another door leading to the next garden. The garden is the garden of my house. One of my friends sits on a chair and the rest disappear. I need to go to the toilet so start walking to my door, before I open the door, I look into the window that belongs to my room. A man is there just staring at us all not even blinking. There are knives on the table I throw a few at him but only two hit him, causing his body to explode into black and red static. He then forms back to himself again. I then see him walk away from the window. I hear him open the door then walk down the stairs. As soon as I hear him walk down the stairs I lock the door. He begins walking toward the door and as soon as he reaches it, he crouches down and pulls a key from his mouth and unlocks the door. he then proceeds to walk towards me flailing his arms. I soon realise that he can't harm me, but I reach to the table to grab two knives one a normal carving knife and the other a butcher's knife. With the carving knife I stab his arm and with the butchers knife I start slicing at his arm. He then bursts back in the black and red static. He then turns into a man holding a giant tree axe, he still cant harm me so I stab him again in the arm. He turns back into the black static again and then turns into one last person. I then stab him three more times and then he turns into static one last time

One day, I had tickets to a Green Day concert, and as I was singing along, I got strangled by some idiot next to me. Billie Joe Armstrong saw and beat the living crap out of him. He then saved me by taking me to the hospital, while I was hyperventilating and coughing up blood. Then the next morning, he was next to me, and we talked and talked. Then, he kissed me. Then I went to his house, showed him my scripts and played with Joey and Jakob. After, he said he wanted to make out. I said no because he\'s 26 years older than me. I'm 14, he's 40. Well, we did and we got out of the basement and said hi to Adrienne and I went home and stayed in contact.

I dreamed I was in a strange place with a little boy who was being haunted by o ghost. When I walked into the room the boys family was there and the boy was crying, she's here. The mom of the boy said no one is here but i could see her. All white head to toe with black eyes and eyebrows. I stuck my hands out and told her to leave the boy only as if I was trying to drawl here to me. As she came fast floating toward me she started to look like the veins under her skin turned black in her face. Right as she reached out for my hands i closed my eyes and when I opened them my aunt who passed away 2 years ago was standing in front of me holding my hands and it seemed as though she changed my dream. Then I woke up with my arms reaching out on my bed and i swear it felt like someone was holding my hands

I felt needed by everyone else except for my mom. Also I broke a fEnce but they all seemed to focus on me and my mom. At one point I get held captive by racist asian man and was later abused, but his son (a boy I dont even know), helped me escape and I never saw him again. When I saw my mom, I ran into her arms crying falling to the ground. I was crying a lot and then in another segment we were home and there was an astral projection of her which freaked me out. And a car that I liked and commented on got into a car accident that I saw through a window. Also my family had superpowers.

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.

One day, I had tickets to a Green Day concert, and as I was singing along, I got strangled by some idiot next to me. Billie Joe Armstrong saw and beat the living crap out of him. He then saved me by taking me to the hospital, while I was hyperventilating and coughing up blood. Then the next morning, he was next to me, and we talked and talked. Then, he kissed me. Then I went to his house, showed him my scripts and played with Joey and Jakob. After, he said he wanted to make out. I said no because he's 26 years older than me. I'm 14, he's 40. Well, we did and we got out of the basement and said hi to Adrienne and I went home and stayed in contact.

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