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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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My dream started as a gathering of people looking at a building with a large wooden double door. The door opened and a woman of middle age wearing a flowing white and light blue robe type dress began to float out of the door with her arms slightly outstretched but low on her body(about even with her waist). She gives off a peaceful happy feeling but she seemed sad. All the people were excited and talking to one another as she emerged. I see a batch of horses near by and sneak away to visit them. Four of. the horses were brown with white blazes but one was white. Not pure white but a muddled dusty white. As I ran to greet the horses they began to frolic and play. I ran looked to the white horse and it was as if we communicated that we wanted to play.. I darted for the nearest tree as fast as I could. The horses bolted towards me in play. The white horse was in the lead and ran closely past the tree and I and ahead of it was a wire or cord dangling across two trees. The white horse jumped the wire and fell off a small 50ft cliff and crash landed in a parking lot for an industrial complex. The horse couldn't stand up. I screamed and looked around for help and several gaurd men ran angrily towards me so I ran. A girl around early 20's said she would help me so I ran with her to her house. Once we were inside we could hear guardsmen yelling and getting closer. The girl opens the door and said my name and that I was inside. They rushed in as I hid next to the couch . I thought to make myself invisible and it worked. The gaurd stood looking me directly in my face but could not see me. They left and I ran.

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This dream was had by a good friend of mine. The dream location was unclear but there was round wooden table with two pints of dark beer and an ash try (Neither he (ex-smoker) nor the lady smoke. The lady is my ex- girlfriend and the man (a very good friend who now lives abroad with his wife and child). Their is some social chit chat and the lady asks him if she can ask him a favour. He says of course. She says "can you tell me if i have an attractive figure?" and he says "Yes you do". She says how can you answer you haven't seen me. He protests but she insists and takes off all her clothes.He then explains he didn't need to see to tell her she is attractive. She puts back on her clothes and they carry on talking as if nothing has happened and the dream then peters out. What can you tell me?

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Ever since i was a little kid, i see a couple houses... and doors.. many things. a door with "266" on it. and i feel dread and guilt, and sadness. i see trees that are wet. and a glass house with plants in it, with a tile floor, and wooden counters in it. i also see a white house with "1210" as the street address with a window at the top, and inside that window are wooden shingles on the ceiling with white walls, and grey carpet. there are things written on the walls. and the room is thrashed, clothing everywhere. what do these things mean? i see them when i meditate, and or sleep.

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This is one of the many dreams I have; I was walking through my neighborhood with my mom it was really late in the night and i had a very bad feeling and my mom just went inside a house and i followed her and try to convice her to get out we walked into this small room and it had a table filled with "rosarios" and catholic stuff and in this big jar was a wooden Jesus in water but it was more like a baby Jesus and it moved it the water a little like it had real life and i was just so confused. On the other side of the tiny room were fans and everything in that room started to shake plates apeared and broke on the floor and the cables of the fans started to grap me and my mother seperating her from me some cables were violent others not so much. I turned around to open the door and it shut right in my face and i started to kick the door and thats when i felt someone else in the room there was a witch in front of my mother and she was controlling everything and wouldnt let me or my mom out my mom told me to run with the promisse to come back for her. The witch grabed a tissue and put it on my moms face thats when she passed out. I was so made i broke the door and ran out, and as i did the outside of the house was completly diferent from the way we saw it when we came in, it had to silver cars and i really big and tall green gate. I opened the gate and i saw a number written on her wall and a name i do not remember it felt so evil. I was starting to write down the number when i heard the witch coming and i ran as fast as i could, the street was made of Sand and i made a left and there was a small tree right in the middle of a street and i realized the the sand street went on forever and it was kind of like a maze. Thats when i heard her in my head. She said "You can run but you can't hide,i will find you, I always have" and i woke up.

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I wake up in a dark room to the sound of crazed laughter and screaming. I jump out of bed and run to the front door which is glowing blue. My father is trying to open the door as he laughs crazily. I try to hold the door closed with all my strength. Then a white horse with black eyes covered in scars kicks the door in from the other side, throwing me backwards to the floor. I look past the horse to see a wooden cart full of rotting corpses. they are covered in a blood stained blanket and I can't see any ones faces. Then I look to the carts driver. It is an invisible man. He has an old tattered top hat on and worn out white gloves holding the horses reins. My dad grabs me by my hair as I kick and scream he throws me down on my hands and knees before the invisible driver. Then everything goes dark as I close my eyes. I hear the crack of a whip. I wake up and I feel pain on my back as if I was hit by a whip. I've had this dream every Halloween night since age eight... I am now 21.

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