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We were at your house partying but it looked different, then we all passed out on the floor. Chris and his ex were there. I ended up sleeping naked next to a bunch of people. Chris' ex started holding my hand and touching me, and it was freaky. lol Then when we woke up, Everybody was getting ready for school, and Chris was mad at me cuz I slept naked in a "strangers" house. Then I got up and walked around and everybody had piles of pot on their laps and they were shoveling it all into their mouths and eating it. Then, I kept walking and every time I opened a door, the rooms would rearrange themselves, I came around a corner and almost fell down some stairs Then I threw myself down them. And I woke up . .

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I have recurring dreams where an ex lover appears. The dreams themselves are different from one another. I'm usually focused on something else in the dreams - tasks, people, work, music - when he appears. In each dream, I purposely try to avoid or ignore him, but he always makes a point of interacting. One dream recently was to say something negative, and in one last night he gave me a gift. Our relationship in waking life did not end well. I was very angry with him in the end, and with myself at the time because the relationship was not healthy nor good, and I had felt stupid and ashamed about how much I'd shared with him emotionally and physically. The last time I spoke to him was over two and a half years ago, and I don't think about him consciously anymore (though I did for quite some time after the initial parting because I was so upset and working out my feelings). Why is he showing up in my dreams now? I know it is not because I have any positive feelings for him, nor do I want to see him again. Am I still working out what happened? Maybe I am still reconciling my feelings about how I acted and my life and my actions? Is it something in my life now? I don't think anything is more different now than any time over the last few years, but perhaps this is a sign of feelings and actions I am not conscious of?

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I leave my home to go to this shanty village. I am trying to save my father and brother. A crowd of men surround me and they jump on my back until I can no longer stand. They press themselves upon me. I find the strength to stand and get away. I hide in one of the dark shantys. I find a silver ladle there and a girl hiding in the dark. I take her with me. I feel like I have to save her. I bring her to my home and feed her stew with the silver ladle. She seems restored. I go back to save my father and I am successful. I bring him home and feed him with the silver ladle but his color is not restored he is still dark and gray and determined to go back to the shanty houses. I am saddened but I let him go realizing that he doesn't want to be saved.

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The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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I was at a strangers house partying but it looked different then we all passed out on the floor my boyfriend and his ex were there i ended up sleeping naked next to a bunch of people my boyfriend s ex started holding my hand and touching me then when we woke up everybody was getting ready for school and my boyfriend was mad at me because i slept naked in a strangers house then i got up and ran around the house and everybody had piles of pot on their laps and they were shoveling it all into their mouths and consuming it then i kept running, dizzy, dazed and every time i opened a door the rooms would rearrange themselves i came around a corner and almost fell down some stairs then i threw myself down them and i woke up

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