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Riding in car with my recently deceased father. The car is driven by an elderly lady I do not know. We park the car down the block from the house I grew up in. As I walk toward the house to get the mail in the sky is a large white cloud with a huge sleigh (reminds me of Santa). instead of reindeer pulling it, it has rows of people, all dressed the same. I do not really see them to make who they are but I feel like they are relatives. I notice I am holding the mail as I watch the sleigh sway back and forth.

In my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

All I remember is being with an ex of mine then i was in like uh i guess it was a courtyard, and far off there was my kitchen...just that room,then these huge evil looking black dogs or wolves came outta nowhere and they ran into the kitchen up on the table and leaped from it.It raced towards me and i dodged it then it went to the table again then it came back at me.i woke up right as its mouth latched onto my throat...i remember smelling its breath...it was horrible,i could feel the weight of it on me,it kept snapping at my throat...i remember just lying there and feeling helpless,looking at the stars....

My husband and I recently separated. After the separation I had this dream. My husband and I are sitting in a parked car. I am in the drivers seat he is sitting in the passenger seat. He asked me if I am thirsty and I say no. he says I am going to get something to drink. he gets out of the car and goes somewhere to get a drink. I don't know where he went and I think how is he going to get something to drink because I did not give him any money. Then I realize he has his own money. The next thing is I am sitting in the passenger seat and it is dark outside. I see my husband walking toward the car and he is wearing his cowboy hat and has a brown bottle in his right hand. Then he starts running toward the car and instead of getting in the drivers seat, he gets in the back seat behind the drivers seat. I feel disappointed and ask him is that where you are going to sit. Next thing he leans forward between the front seat and starts kissing me passionately but the kiss taste bitter. He keeps asking me don't you want me? I know he wants me to get in the backseat to have sex with him. I tell him we can't do this. I tell him we have been apart for twelve days and you haven't even call me. The next thing is we are in an old house and my husband walks into the bathroom and says we have bats in the house. I tell him I don't care. The next thing is I am trying to see his hands to see if he is wearing his wedding ring. I tell him I did not take my wedding rings off but I guess you did. My husband tells me he took his ring off for a minute. He then throws his ring toward me so I can see he still has it. When I look down at the floor I do not see the ring but instead I see a silver lace work heart shaped locket that is broken in half with the top clasp broken off also. I look at it and say, "not again". I then notice my wedding ring is not on my left hand. My husband comes over to help me look for it. I then see it on my right hand. I take them off and put it back on my left hand. But now there are three rings. there is my engagement ring then a white gold ring with robins egg blue inlaid enamel that is badly scratched and the a white gold ring with diamond on the side facing toward my wrist. I look at the rings feeling disappointment and say"I wish I had a new wedding set" then my husband is sitting in front of me and says"well your not going to pick it out, I have been looking at rings and I am going to take you to look at them" I look up in disbelief and say"you have been looking at rings for me?" then I am filled with a wonderful warm feeling of love. I then wake up

I was at a swimming party with two of my friends. I immediately felt something was off, but I shrugged it off. I had decided to go swimming, and when I got out of the pool, one of my friends was gone. I went looking for her and found her behind some trees getting changed into her bathing suit. I felt like something was off with her, but I ignored the feeling and agreed to hold her towel to protect her from prying eyes. She lead me into the house and started getting changed. But she kept avoiding the towel I was holding. She was also making a display of her body, trying to get me to check her out. I asked what was wrong and she said, "Answer the riddle and find out." I started backing away from her, finally deciding to react to my uneasy feeling. She followed me, repeating this statement over and over. I was by this point running from her, towards the door. I crashed over the sofa that was there (we were in the living room), and backed myself against the wall. She had me cornered, and it hit me. I said, "You're not Gretchen." The creature that wore my friend's face grinned and said, "Time for you to go to sleep." She then spit on me and I woke up.

In real life, I am a brunette, but in my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

I was involved in an affair, but I was not the married one. He was older than me and had a teenage daughter and a wife. I was his mistress basically. I ended up moving into his house with him, and his wife knew what was going on and was very hostile towards me. The daughter did not know what was going on and to come up with a cover story I said I was the new maid and even tried to speak with an accent. The wife, daughter, and I ended up being friends and I started to feel very guilty for what I had done. The husband and wife ended up getting divorced and I told the daughter the truth about who I was, but it all ended up working out for the best.

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