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Me an a few of my friends and family are sitting in my room talking. We here a noise down the hall so we go to investigate. The hall light is on as a small figure bounces around at the end of the hall. We look closer finding a small person that only comes up to my knee with a tikki mask on his face and a leaf skirt on. He turns to us and roars a scary as hell roar showing the mask was really his face. He gives chase as we all run into my room. My friend gets caught and is ripped limb by limb apart by the small creature. It reaches my door and stands in the frame staring at us as if confused. Then it turns and runs down the hall. All night we hid in my room as it ran up and down the hall causing noise and destroying things. We would peak out to see if it was gone and it was waiting for us. Some of us got caught and was ripped apart but me a few hid still. When we wake from finally falling asleep he stood in the door way again with his sharp little teeth grinning then suddenly he let out another scary roar stretching his jaw as big as his head then dispersed down the hall once again. The next night after he tautened us and waited for us he fell asleep again. When we woke I rolled over finding it in my bed starring at me with a sharp toothed grin. I jumped out of bed thinking it was the end and asked it what it wanted. It stood up and in a creepy little voice it said, "you can help me kill the goblin," Then it opened its mouth and attacked me with a deep roar again then i woke up from the nightmare.

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I am at a night club and I get pulled to one side by a bouncer who tells me a group of boys are coming for me and my friends. I go to get my boyfriend and find him scared crying a corner. Somebody tells me that he has taken acid. Once outside I notice my boyfriend thinks he is a baby. I have to carry him home but on the way I drop him and he pees on me and laughs. I hurry home and go to my front door and go in but it is nit my house inside. I hear the boys coming a shouting that they are going to kill me. Me an my friends hear a bang and in he front room are two poodle dogs that bling to the boys. We pick up knifes and my boyfriend and hide in a cupboard. The boys are outside trying to get in. The door opens a little bit and I see boys in black with no faces. We struggle to keep the door closed. And when the door flings open. I woke up (my heart still beating really fast!)

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My name is Elina and i am 19 years old. I have been living with my boyfriend , who is the same age as me, for the latest 1,5 years and last night i had the strangest dream of all. I dreamt that i was getting married to a celebrity who is 23 years old in reality. I dreamt that i was in love with him but when we had the after-the-ceremony party suddenly i felt a confusion because i questioned myself about my real boyfriend . I was like: ''what have i done? what has become of my real boyfriend ? how did i end up like this?''. After that i dreamt that i was in university (in which i have been for two semesters until now) and that i had feelings for another guy, also near my age. Suddenly, when that guy approached me i felt empty once more wondering about my real-life boyfriend and could not make any move. Can somebody please tell me what is going on with me and my dream? I love my boyfriend very much and i have never cheated on him. So what is the source of these dreams? Last but not least, i have been having dreams like this for the latest three days but in every single one of them i have feelings for someone else and when this someone approaches me i always take a step back and question myself about my real boyfriend . Please help me!!

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Had to pee at work. I left work for privacy and first went to urinate in the private bathroom which wound up being located under my grandmother stairs. Then I was urinating in an underground toilet at a grocery store. Everyone could see me trying to pee, but not my private parts. However I couldn't pee. I could only pee when I had my pants on. So I put my pants back on and peed in my pants. My brother then met me and took me home to change my clothes. At home a secret meeting of dangerous people was taking place. I quickly got changed and started spying on them. I was almost caught looking in one of their bedrooms. I was once again in my grandmother's house. But then I popped into the bathroom and came out, acting as if I had been in the bathroom the whole time. A part started downstairs and I got dressed. I came to the rescue of a friend and sent her home. Meanwhile I tried charming one of the coherts but was unsuccessful.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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