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In this dream, I see myself in some kind of stadium, almost like an arena-football stadium. Except the turf/field is set up for lacrosse. I am with my friends who also play lacrosse. In the stadium there were events that were taking place and it felt like we were forced to participate in them. Throughout the dream as it progressed, the events were like an average lacrosse practice (scooping up ground balls, shooting drills, defensive drills). At this point in the dream my friends and I began to get geared up, we warm up and from here on it was every man for himself. I remember I kept moving on to the next events because I kept beating other kids that were there. I also noticed that all of my friends have advanced as well. I was so determined to, and virtually unstoppable. i was catching every ball, making every shot in the net. I felt great, I was loving the way I was playing. Now near the end of the dream I had to go one on one with one of my friends. I could tell both him and I were feeling like No Mercy. The event was catch a ball that would get thrown in the air, and then carry the ball and beat your opponent down the field and shoot the ball past the goalie. The event starts, I catch the ball, I beat my friend down the field and then as I begin to wind up to take my shot, I wake up and my dream ends.

A blue, budgie flew towards me. The budgie sat on my hand. I stroked the budgie. I saw the budgies food bowl was empty so i poured some seeds into the bowl and filled up another bowl with water and placed them into the cage. Their was a white budgie in the cage. The birds then turned into rats, the rats spoke. One of them said "is this it, haven't you got anything else to give us?". I said " i don't have any cheese". I also was in bed asleep. i was woken up by my nephews wife. She said that we were moving into another home. I was moving in a flat with her brother. She wanted the bed that i was sleeping on. Her and a friend lifted me up and placed me onto the floor and took the bed.

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.

I dreamt about my ex.s new girlfriend but only her name and it was the rong name for her but it was similar so me and me mates were saying its understandable how a cud a cud get it rong then my ex was in my house throughout moving to different rooms then he was in my bed smiling n a was fine with that then a was up nxt to me mams house and a had pinched a pound for a tatoo then a was sneaking about on a well known street in our street to get the tatoo it was the middle ov the middle ov the nite n a old woman in a red jacket talking to her self on the way past me then she disappeared and a was at the machine to get me tatoo and it was one ov them were the used to be out side the shops n got bouncy balls from.and the tatoo a got was the same as my lilttle boy bought a cuple days before in real life

I was with my violent ex, it felt so realistic, I was upset shouting and crying asking him why he hurt me, and that I still loved him, that I wished he could understand I need him but want him to know what he's put me through, he was saying he loved me but it was my fault because I took him to court for the violence, and he was sleeping with other girls to hurt me more, I felt so emotional and angry, I hit him over the head with a pan and it killed him, I didn't mean to kill him, I felt in despair I tried waking him up but he wasn't responding, I buried him under the floor in my bedroom with the advice of my friends, I couldn't keep it a secret thought I felt so hopeless and alone, I was going to confess, but I thought I'd check on his body first to try wake him up again, I was emotional and crying, when I got to him I held him and kept shaking him, he was bleeding really badly, but he starting moving, he woke up and I felt so relieved and overwhelmed with joy, I told him how sorry I was and that I loved him and never wanted to lose him, I ran and got him some bandages for his head and some water, he said it was okay, he held my hand and we walked away, then I woke up

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