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The first thing I remember from the dream was I was walking down an old paved road with my sister Caitlin. On the right of the paved road was a very large river. The landscape looked like something out of the video game Skyrim but more realistic. As we were walking we came upon a dirt mound in the middle of the paved road. We avoided walking over it and when I asked my sister Caitlin what it was and she told me it was her dead father. Then both of us continued to walk without saying a word. We finally stopped at a part of the river that was more shallow than the rest of it. In the water were another two of my sisters Carissa and Hallie. I got into the water and it was about waist high. We conversed for a little while (I don’t remember what was being said). Something moved in the water and I asked them what it was. They told me it was an alligator. I think I caught a glimpse of it. I asked them if we should get out and they told me it was fine. I was starting to get nervous. Suddenly without warning the sky turned dark and the clouds started to swirl. I then started being thrown about in the water and felt pain in my leg. I was being pulled under and I couldn’t breathe. I was screaming for my sister to help me as they just stood and watched me get killed by the alligator.

The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.

I was sleeping and then a guy came into my room and cut my head off. I was fine because I then was able to call my parents and then we went on a car chase to get my head back. So there I was sitting in the back seat of the car, headless ( knew I was headless because I could see myself in my dream, but not my head, typically in dreams your perspective is still from your own eyes.) Then we eventually got my head back and I just popped it back on like it was nothing.

Last night I had a dream where me and my friends were outside at highschool with lingen, but the high school wasn’t Lincoln, it was St. Bernards. Then we started to hear shots, so Mr. Lingen was trying to find a way out on school grounds. He found the CAP van but it was red and had like 10 seats. He was hoping the keys were in the van and I found them so we all hoped in but there weren't enough seats so kendal sat on my lap. We drove across the street but it was at Daniella's house and she doesn't live over there. We got there and sat around for a while then the shooter found out we were there so he started to try to come inside and when the door opened I woke up.

Generally I am on some kind of tram or bus. I am traveling along with some textbooks and notebooks. Usually I have a backpack but sometimes I am just carrying the books in my arms. Anyway, eventually someone I know gets on the bus. It is finals or midterms week and I have no doubt been up most of the night. The person asks if I am ready for the test in (and then he/she names a subject). I freak out and say I am not in that class! I then realized I either had never been aware I had that class or I hadn’t been there since the 1st week and forgot to return or forgot to drop the class. Anyway I break out in a cold sweat and ask to borrow his/her notes and start cramming as fast as I can. I realize that the final covers the whole semester and is worth about 80% of the class. I also realize I must pass this class in order to get to remain in school…then I awaken

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