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I was in a mansion that was supposely my home my high school was right in front so after school i had mud on me and went walking home with my crush later my crush and his friend were walking oast my house to a party that i wasnt aloud so my science teacher who was in the house overheard and got them in trouble in front my crush she said i reported them but i didnt so i got really sad and he cried so i cried but then i got because i went to tell everyone i didnt report them then there was a big war and gun wear shooting at my house which was now a fort i was looking for my crush for awhile so i can tell him it wasnt me then when i found him he got in big trouble that his mom punched his teeth and they hurted him so we both looked each other in the eyes and cried later something was chasing us so we ran away but i ran to fast and left him behind and then i woke up after i couldnt find him

It was in a mansion..or at least, a very large house. There was a fight; I don't know what we were fighting about. It was me and a group of around 5 guys, maybe more, against this woman. None of these people have faces I could remember, neither did the lady. I remember running down the hallway and reaching the room where the guys were fighting in. None of us had guns, only knives (machetes and longer blades). I opened the door and fought with the guys. The woman was fierce. She fought hard. And suddenly, the fight was outside in a large front lawn. All the guys seemed to be on the back ground, in the back of the lawn. I was standing in front of the woman. She had a knife through her lower abdomen, only the handle was sticking out, yet she was still moving. We engaged in hand-to-hand combat, until she brought out a knife. It was a tanto point, quite long, like a dagger. She stabbed at my side, and I remember seeing the blade miss my body by inches. I had a serrated blade, and I cut her and tried to stab her back, but it was impossible. The blade would never go through. It would cut, but barely, like she was made of a harder material. When she fell down, I stumbled back and backed away from her. I didn't get it. She had a knife through her body and was still moving. She picked up a knife that was laying on the floor and threw it..aiming at me. I dodged and it missed. She kept trying to hit me with a knife. Suddenly, I noticed one of the guys next to me and trying to get me away. She threw the knife and we dodged. Then, she had a bow and arrows. She shot 2 arrows and they missed narrowly. In the dream, I told myself it wasn't true, it wasn't true. I didn't believe myself, but I managed to wake up.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

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