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Dream 1 the little boy is playing in the year when i car pulls up and three men get out . the three men go in the house nd kill the boys mom and dad dream 2 the guy kills the other two guys with him then the men leave the boy bc the cops are comeing and the lil boy is scared but the cops act like they cant see him .the cops leave dream 3 the lil boy is runing from the man who killed his mom and dad the man corners him dream 4 the lil boy gets away and runs yelling for help but no one dose the calls the cops but they dont do any thing the man traps him in the house dream 5 the man kills the boy and cuts the boys body apart and leave the boy in the floor of the house and leaves

My ex girlfriend of three years marrying the man who married me and my wife at the time of 8 years. I was the best man, wearing black on black matte, with gloss. she was wearing a skin tight form fitting patent leather shiny black steam-punk/victorian/goth gown with white cuffs that had chrome studs, patent bright white leather stilettos, the sky was silver, pillars on either side were piano laquer white, floor was a black marble with deep blue, silver and purple specs, i was standing to the stage right and rear of her. Names myself Brian, friend Jaret, Ex Tasheica. It was very surrealistic. cant remember anything else

My parents and I are being chased by a man with a knife. My dad leads us through a tunnel under the floor boards of the house. The man nearly manages to grab my feet several times. The tunnel leads to the village I grew up in, but the house I live in now is in the village. We go to the house and my friends from Australia are there. My boyfriend in the dream is not the same person as my boyfriend in real life. My boyfriend in the dream is a friend from Australia. My ex from Australia is there. I kiss him and my dad walks in shaking his head in disappointment. My dad tells my boyfriend who walks away crying. I am chasing him telling him I am sorry and I love him but he wont listen and walks away.

All of them had to do with me going to school trips and school activities that I've never been in before, in all the 3 dreams there was always Tom that didn't really talk to me (he started to talk to me more often towards the en of each dream) and for some reason I was following him around (I just saw you once there) and there was this scary dude that looked like faruk (no idea how to spell his name)but with red eyes, he was always arguing with the teachers and Inside the dream I heard that his parents were murdered. He creeped me out and he was sort of following me and where ever I went I saw him siting on a chair looking to the floor (almost every single time I saw him I was luckily beside someone and for some reason I started to walk faster every time I saw him I was scared of him). The only time I saw him and I was alone I started to run away and he started to run after me, I was so scared that I woke up (that was on the second dream I had). Each dream was a continuation of the one before I don't really remember much but what I clearly remember is going to the cafeteria and seen Aline and Lucia eating something they called "mostachio" (it was pork meat with rice in a read sauce mixed with spicy sauce and avocado)(that was at The end of the first dream) and I remember that at the end of the second dream there was this dance or something and someone was trying to make me dance with Tom.

The second dream I had during the project was based on my loneliness. I was at a party. I was sitting on the floor with a big group of people, some familiar and some not. My mother is sitting here, as well as Harris, Jon, Darian, Alex, Matt and others. We are playing a game that involves little slips of paper that have important things written on them. When it's someone's turn, s/he chooses another player and kisses him/her on the cheek. Harris is sitting near me, on my left. Darian is on my right. The game had already gone through a lot of people; many players had gotten turns. I had not been picked yet. No one had chosen to kiss me. Some other people had been kissed more than once. I felt left out and unloved. I stood up to leave. Matt was here, sitting on a bed. He said out loud that he loved the music that was playing. It was classical music. He addressed me specifically, telling me that he wanted to listen to this music later when we work in the kitchen together either cleaning or fixing up some food. His statement ticked me off and gave me an excuse to be mad and leave. I walked out of the room, and decided to go to the bathroom. I was in Matt and Alex's house. The bathroom was tucked back at the end of a little hallway that also goes into Alex's bedroom. It was cozy and quiet back here, away from the party. This area had thick carpeting and everything was clean. I saw a hamper in the corner that was like a boxed-in table with a round hole in the top where you stick in the laundry. I just wanted to go sit on the toilet alone in peace.

I was in a church sitting in the back feeling like i didn\'t belong there were people in white praying in a box in the middle of the floor a man told me to go into the box and I said me, he said yes you, I said I cant, im not worthy he said go. I felt like I had to go. when i went into the box the woman asked me who told me to come in there the man told her he did and she accepted me he and guided me to doing the things they were doing. he told me not to put anything into my body that didn\'t belong inside me, and that i was special and called to be set apart.

Was in a church sitting in the back feeling like I didn't belong. there were people in white praying in a box in the middle of the floor. A man told me to go into the box, when I went in a woman asked me who told me to come in there. the man told her he did and she accepted me. he told me not to put anything into my body that didn't belong, that I was special. I kept telling him that I didn't belong in that box and couldn't go in, and he kept telling me I was.

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