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First off I was some guy who used to be in a relationship with an octopus/human mutant. I lived in a house the size of a dog house and one night mutant thing rang the doorbell. I let him in which I found out to be a mistake later. I was tackled and had suckers all over me while it went on about how I should be his again and he kept trying to get in my pants. I eventually got him out and locked the door back. Everynight he'd come back and sometimes I had so much noise that it'd wake me up and I'd lock the door and others didn't so he was able to drag me outside and try to get into my pants again. This happened multiple nights in a row so I simply didn't sleep. One night I decided I had enough of him groping me so I shoved him off and started running. I had ran before but he always gotten ahold of me. So this time I didn't run down the road like usual but cut through a park and then the road. I was able to keep away from it for a long time then it caught up with me. I killed it and it fell down and started to try to hit me with it's arm while holding a purple triangular flag. So I went around it and continued running. I eventually crossed a white line and met people who were my family in the dream and they told me I looked tired. I told them that my ex was being a stalker and told them what he'd been doing. And that's when I woke up.

I was cycling in a woods, I don't quite remember but my sister was sitting in front. The bicycle was a one-seat bicycle. Then, we came to an intersection. The intersection was a very steep downhill road. At first, I doubt that I can cycle down because it is very steep. Then, I tried to cycle down although I was a little scared. While cycling down, it was really fast. Im afraid that my sister will fell but she didn't! At the feet of the hill, I thought we will fall because we were going to fast or the wheel of the bicycle might get off but it didn't. It just went smoothly and we manage to stop after a minute or two.

I dreamt of my ex- boyfriend who doesn't talk to me anymore. He was the one who broke up with me initially. In the dream, he called me and said he wanted to see me as soon as possible. There was a desperate tone in his voice. He asked to meet me in a place we've never been to together. I was reluctant at first but then I agreed. I took two of my friends with me, but as soon as he appeared, they vanished. It was only me and him. He sat down in front of me. He looked different, he gained more weight and his eyes were gloomy. He held my hands and refused to let go. He said he loves me and hates himself for hurting me. All along, I was staring at him with a terrified look. I was crying and shaking uncontrollably. I was so afraid of him and of getting back with him.

I was being drove around on a long highway by a man, his face didn't look familiar in my walking life but I have seen him in past dreams. We drove for awhile longer and he pulled into a parking lot that was surrounding a building built of bricks. We walked around when we where abruptly grabbed and shoved into the building. We stood there as a group of people shoved us down the hall into a smaller room filled with more people. They left me and this man who I seemed to be attached to emotionally in the dream. We sat down and he held me close to him making sure no harm would be done by our capturers. I noticed a man behind a desk holding a gun and flipping through a paper loudly I watched him carefully as I slowly made my way up to the desk. I smacked his hand flipping the gun and catching it and clutched it with my hands. I backed up and pulled the man I was there with up and proceeded to walk backwards to the door but before I could get any further, the man from behind the desk grabbed a different gun and shot me with it (it was a tranquillizer) I fell to the ground. The man who was with me quickly ran to my aid as I laid there he pressed his cold hand to the side of my cheek and held up my head and whispered to me about how everything would be ok, before I could smile up to him I blacked out. When I awoke the man who shot me seemed angry with me. He made it clear that he must teach me a lesson for trying to leave. He grabbed my arm and drug me to this room where there was a large white sheet hanging from the ceiling. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it down, there in a small wooden chair sat the man who I was there with. His eyes looked as though the skin on top had been rubbed raw and it was bleeding profusely and it was just a horrifying scene. I screamed his name (which I don't remember what his name was just that I yelled it) He quickly opened his eyes and this was the first time in my dream I had noticed them they where the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Everything around the eye itself was a bloody raw mess of flesh, but the eye was a faint silver tinted blue with a darker blue ring around the outside of them. The sight of them made my dream self shake, the then man who was standing next to me shoved me next to man sitting in the chair. I looked at him as he stared blankly at me. I felt tears fall from my eyes as I whispered how much I loved this man and that I will get us out of this. He faintly smiled and then I noticed a small razor in his mouth, that had cut it up pretty badly. I stuck my fingers in to grab the blade before he could swallow it and after I grabbed the blade his mouth started pouring blood. I kissed the man on the lips as the blood poured from his to mine, I grew angry at the agony they put this man who I seemed to love through all this torcher and pain. I noticed a bucket of tools and grabbed a crow bar and followed some of the people who did this to him down into the basement. I proceeded to smash there heads in with the bar as I screamed how does it feel?! After I had obliterated everyone I walked back up the stairs to see the man who I loved all better, his eyes where completely healed. His hair was shiny and long, his beard was neatly in order and his eyes glowing. He ran to me and held me close to him and placed his forehead on mine and fluttered his eyes so I could feel his eyelashes on my skin. He kissed me slightly and then held me close and told me he would never let me go and I looked into his eyes and woke up.

The love of my life died several months ago. Prior to his death Had been dreaming of him several times a week. the night he died I woke up startled feeling smothered. The next morning there were crows at my window. I have been dream about him almost every night at first dark and hazy .until two nights ago I it was bright and clear I could feel him touch my foot he was dressed in a light off white suite he walked over to his ex wife and either kissed her on the cheek or whispered something in her ear-but smiling at me and his daughter . Than I felt the the something pulling and looked down and saw that he and I were chained together. Everyone was smiling and laughing in the room but his ex.

I am in a group of people on some sort of mission. We seem to have conquered our enemies in the immediate environment, when someone decides to investigate a building. A fight a man with a sword, but he appears friendly and convinces us that we don't have to fight. Some say he cannot be trusted however. We decided to use his help to investigate the rest of the house. A portly comrade, a black guy, and I investigate the house with him. The black guy appears to be meddlesome, and I tell him to wait outside using some physical force to push him back in the process with a stick against his chest. The new acquaintance appears harmless, and I leave the rest of the investigation to the portly fellow and the acquaintance. Standing outside, I see the man who first attacked me with a sword coming out of the building with the face of the portly fellow pasted on his face. Everyone is enraged at the treachery and they take the man for judgment. They later inform me that he was beheaded and that the black guy was exiled for insubordination I felt pitty for the black guy because he appeared very distressed about the death of his portly comrade.

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