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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.

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In a house with all my friends and I ask them if I can spend the night at one of their houses. I was scared of something and kept pushing to stay. We all change into black dresses and they are holding plain white boards over their dresses. Then I see my entire family in black, but they are not my actual family, just strangers I have never met. Then the dream changes and I am getting dropped off to drivers Ed with my friends. I see a man with a briefcase and suit in the parking lot. I thought he looked nice and normal. I run to the restroom and drop my back pack. The man from the parking lot has this creepy smile and I knew I was going to die. He put his hands on my shoulders and laid me on my back and said " this is going to hurt sweetheart" and I start crying and his arm swings at me and I die.

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My girlfriend and I were sitting near a tv about to leave to go somewhere (?) and there's also this light-skinned boy, maybe 3 or 4 with blue eyes, in front of her and she was tryin to get him ready but he was back-talkin to her about putting his shorts on. I looked at him in his eye and he didn't do anything. I did it again and still nothing. I then pulled him towards me by his shoulders and said, "put your shorts on, boy. Don't be disrespectful to Ms. Lisa." he then said, "yes, daddy." and put his shorts on...then I woke up at like 7am...

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