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I dreamt last night i was a male soldier /peasant fighting in the bastille in france and we were fighting with the kings musketeers not actually with them but on the same side !!i helped release some peasants /villagers that had been imprisoned there but as i was leaving the tower behind all the prisoners we had freed from that section we were ambushed and i was shot in the head (face on) by a flintlock type pistol ....not surprisingly i felt blood rush over my face and everything faded and i woke up a little disorientated and with a headache !unusually i dont remember my dreams on waking up so for this to be so vivid, i could smell the rotten hay ,sweat,the stagnant water and the coldness of the stone walls and the roughness of the wood etc must have some meaning .

My mother and I are in a Walmart-like store that sells everything from food to furniture. As we are walking around not shopping for anything in particular, I notice there is no one else in this store save for myself and my mother. I walk into an area that seems to be produce but there is nothing on the racks except one clove of sprouted garlic - I pick it up and set it back down again, seemingly annoyed at the poor quality of the garlic. I am then suddenly in the furniture section of the store and my mother and I both notice a large crack in the ceiling with torrents of water pouring through soaking a Persian style rug on the floor just beneath it. My mother says "let's get out of here because that ceiling is about to collapse. So we hurry out the store and find a troop of security guards on walkie-talkies rushing in. I decide to go back in (without my mother) and notice that the furniture in the room is actually fake - it made of wax or something --it's not wood I am a bit upset by this and just as I am about to go tell my mother about this I wake up.

I dreamt I was in a misty forest, able to free fly. I found a family hiking through the woods. The caucasian family consisted of a middle aged mother and father, an about 13 daughter and 16 son. I observed them unseen. I could watch them from the air, or inside a tree, or from their own eyes and hear their thoughts, etc The son found out he became immortal in the fog somehow. He could move at super-speed, too. He ran onto some train tracks and was run over by the train. I watched from the wheels of the train, the train jumped the track, burying the mangled teenager in an ocean of shrapnel. I was sick when I woke up, so I went back to sleep. My next dream was about me being part of an FBI team that vanishes in a house full of monsters that has to be blown up with them inside, the next was about my mom randomly showing up with every pet I'd ever had, but they didn't act right or didn't have the right names, I don't remember the next one. What's wrong with me?

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