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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.

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.

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.

I dreamed that my husband and I was in our car in the drive way of our home have makeup sex after an arguement and 2 people, and man and a woman knocked at the door of the house and when they saw no one answered they proceeded to steal something from my husbands work truck and when I saw them I told him and they noticed him when he got out of the car and they began to run and my husband chased after them with a shovel into the woods and I called out to him but he never came out.

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.

It started off hat seemed like the sixth sense, but I actually had a dad. After getting out of the hospital I asked if mom, it was the mom from the sixth sense, had shown him the sweater, in the movie the boy wore a sweater when he was attacked and the mom found the holes, he said no and looked at me confused, but when I looked at the sweater to show him it had been repaired. We get home and he comes in my room and freezes in fear. I get happy and kinda creepy and ask him whats wrong. He says he sees someone under my chair, I look and no ones there and then a grudge looking girl comes out and attacks him. We try to run, I get to the door and look back only to see the sixth sense mom attacking the dad and I was next. We seemed to be at my old apartment complex from when I was growing up. It as dark outside and I ran around the complex trying to hide and thinking out people that I knew that lived in the complex. I try to run to their house and the mom catches me. The scene changed to the front of the complex where the property meets the road. She turns into a little girl,but I see my boyfriend in her. She starts talking about us growing up as siblings. I asked what if we wanted to date? He looks over and decides to take a boy body, I said you can't you're a twin. He takes two bodies, one for him and his twin brother. The brother was actually there and he picked his body. Me and this little girl go to the restroom and then suddenly I'm laying on this guy in the grass and we're watching a movie. When another guy walks by and it looks like my boyfriend , at that moment I saw the things that changed had e never met, and he claims we've known each other since we were babies. I told him he got it wrong, I guess what he was actually trying to do,and he said I was suppose to be with him and not the other guy. We end up meeting again at this dance concert.

Upon opening the door to my house to go outside, the door hit a large squash the size of a beach ball. The squash rolled down a hill and broke open. That is when I noticed another squash was already there and it was completely smashed. Kind of just a puddle. Then I looked up and saw a large white bird swooping toward me. It landed in my hair and grabbed hold and wouldn't let go. I tried to reach up but in typical dream fashion, I was unable to move my arms to be able to shoo the bird away. I woke up immediately.

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