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I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

I remember being warned about a great flood and a selected amount of people were allowed into ships, however the people who did prepare had time time to get to what seemed to be the inside of a cargo shipment containers. As the flood wave rolled in very quickly, i remember being on top of other crates in the crate i was trying to survive in. There were others in this crate with me, but as i was at the highest part of the crate and standing on other metal crates as I braced for impact. The impact bumped and shifted the container and I looked over and saw someone fall down and their right arm was exposed bone no blood. We knew it was going to be a flood but not how we'd re live. The scene all of a sudden changes and im looking up at the sky with a group of people watching what would look like four hemispherical spheres coming together at the points, and i was to re align the sky..

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

I was in my desk in class. I noticed blood on my hands and i started to quietly freak out. My ex, who sits next to me in class, tried to calm me down by talking to me. By that time my teacher noticed and came to see what was wrong. When she got to my desk, I swung my arm in her direction and cut her cheek, leaving more blood on my right hand. Right after that a white liquid flowed out of my left eye, my nose, and my mouth. the liquid formed a white, blank mask around my face that only had two eye holes. Once i felt the mask on my face, my eyes bled black and turned black. In the dream I have no memory of what happened until my eyes turned back to their usual color. At that point, I tried taking the mask off, but couldn't. I noticed my hands had even more blood on them than before. Once i noticed that, the mask fell to the floor and broke on impact. I looked around the room and everyone was gone and the room was destroyed other than where i stood.

Ran thru subway with my brother escaping police officers.  We jumped several times successfully from high places, sliding down on walls and avoiding full impact with the floor. Hiding when we saw other cops and kept doing some jackie chan jumps and moves to escape. Our agility was very good. We escaped and stepped into a subway train happy that we escaped. We saw two hot girls and started having sex on the train. I was about to switch when I heard someone get a text msg and heard him say ,"he says get out the subway now." Suddenly the train stops and the doors of the train r open while i see steel thick doors closing on the divisions of the tracks fast, about to leave everyone locked inside. Suddenly everyone starts jumping out and running towards the end in panic from one of the center tracks we were on to escape outside...  I got the feeling of immediate danger as if we needed to get out or we were going to die. It felt as if the entire world was in chaos and getting out was only the first step. I still felt there were going to be more troubles waiting when we get out. The steel doors kept closing... I forgot all about my brother for a sec as I ran for my life. I woke up when I saw the steel doors almost completely shut.

I had a dream I was in a parking structure. I was getting out of my car to leave, as I kept noticing a dark Impala with tinted windows and rims on it, circling around. I ignored the suspicious car and continued leaving the parking structure. As I returned to my car, the front end was ingolfed with flames. I then frantically started trying to gather my kids stuff out of the back seats. People were around me and one even tried stealing stuff out of my car. I was crying and frantic, when the police showed up.

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