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I had a dream that my best friend died at a festival. I left him to go to the toilet and I came back to a crowd of people around him saying he overdosed on drugs. Which I knew for a fact was bullshit cause he is so anti drugs. I ran to him and had him in my arms crying while the police and ambulance came. Once they got there they took him away and before I let him go I grabbed his car keys and ran to the car park I rang my dad and told him what happened and that I was taking his car home cause that's where he would want it to be and that I had to tell his parents as well.when I got to the car park I couldn't find his car and a random Asian lady came up to me saying that someone is present and is attached to you she asked if someone just passed and I started crying and told her it was Jesse. She the started calling his name out loud and next thinking I knew standing in front of me was Jesse wearing a green power ranger mask on it wasn't until he took the mask of I knew for sure it was him. I started crying even more and asked him what happen he then told me never to trust anyone on drugs as some random guy one punched him and he died one the floor. I then asked him where his car was and he took me there when I looked around for the Asian lady she was gone and then I got in the cars and he sat next me to and we both drove back to his house and then I woke up.

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

It started out on a school field trip, he was walking in a line and all of a sudden he turned his head and saw a slide. He figured his teacher wouldn’t mind if he took a little trip down the twisted slide so he climbed the latter and began he journey down the slide. When he landed he was in a desert, it was bare and hot and the ground was cracked. There were a few cactuses- he decided that that wasn’t the place for him so he climbed back up the slide and made his way down again landing with a big splash, he panicked only for a second before realizing that even though he was under the water he could still breath, he looked around noticing the oceans features as he continued to sink, he saw whales and dolphins, turtles, and fish. He even saw a scuba diver. But the water started to turn dark and decided that this place wasn’t for him either. So he climbed back up the slide and twisted and turned as he went down again. He repeated this over and over again, he landed in a circus, on a hot air balloon, and many other places… but when he decided that is was time to go home he climbed up the slide on last time and slid right back into his class line and woke up.

I was at a friends house with some people and there was this boy out of nowhere who was real creepy and was killing people but only me and some others knew I tried to tell my friends mom that I wasn't feeling good and wanted to go but someone else did it before me and didn't believe is so we locked each other in the room and my dream kept going from future to present and I was in art room and I was r Exercising in a long line and then I had to write a story and I was using what just happened as inspiration even though not all of it happened

Dream about being on the island i grew up which i call home with a business partner and receiving work for our 275 excavator heavy equipment but it was actually in the sea like a boat we were preparing and servicing it to go do the job and a DEA airplane was circling it the 275 excavator usually has track but this one had tires and the neighbors wanted us to pay a fee for the machine to pass through their yard which one of them was a person who had died years ago then my business partner appear to be a old friend

My friend Haylie and I went to the lake to go boating and tubing for the day. So we loaded the boat with all the stuff we would need for the day like the tubes and wake boards and coolers that had soda and our lunch in them. When we left the boat dock we noticed that the water was lower than it had been the year before but we all just assumed it was due to the drought. We put the tube in the water, jumped onto it, got ourselves adjusted, and gave Ronald a thumbs up to signal we were ready. As we were tubing the water started to get lower and lower, to the point where the rocks at the bottom of the lake began to poke through the top of the water. When the tube hit a rock, the rock acted like a spring, catapulting us up into the air. At first Ronald didn%E2%80%99t notice, but once he did, whenever we were about to hit another rock he would speed up and we would go soaring. The dream ended with Haylie and I hitting another rock, Ronald speeding up, and us going so high that the rope arched over the boat and we flipped and landed in the front of the boat.

The best way I can explain this is I go to the same places in different dreams. Last night I had a dream I was in this old creepy haunted house, and it is not a house I have ever seen before in real life. In my dream a girl I was with said she wanted to go down into the basement and I said "I will go with you but I won't go by myself because last time I almost couldn't get out. Then my dream self remembered being trapped in the basement by and evil spirit banging on the door begging for someone to let me out and I did finally get out. But that didn't take place in the dream I was having it was almost like a memory of a dream I had once before. I don't remember the other dream but I know I had been in that same place before. And this isn't the first time this has happened. There's multiple places I am in in my dreams that I keep going back to in other dreams but these places don't exist in real life. Same places different dreams and I have almost memories of being in these places.

I dreamed I was in a big castle of the devil and awaited my turn to go in for a session with the devil. While I was in the waiting room I saw lot of kids they were sleeping and one corner I saw two people making love and I felt the evilness in the Castle. I then decided to escape, I saw myself ran down the stairs of the castle and somehow I got to the bottom it is a beach and I ran but infront of me were totally darkness and I have no idea what I am going to run to in the darkness and then I saw the devil a man fly outside the castle to come after me and then I decided to go back instead of running into this totally darkness, and he got hold of my left hand and led me back to the castle...but at the same time I cried out "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Holy Spririt Help me Help me and I know the devil was disappear and I never went back in to the castle....Thank you

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