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I was in egypt (for some reason it felt important that it was egypt and not a random desert), it felt warm but not uncomfortable and I saw a bathtub. When i went into the bathtub it was cold but really relaxing (seemed icy)... even so much i went underwater with my head feeling the cool water surrounding me. (really great feeling) Later on I saw a fish swimming in it, and caught it in a cup to put it later in a fishing bowl. The whole dream i was the opposite gender, not that i would have really seen myself, but just felt that I wasn't male in the dream.

1. huge house with hidden passage that i managed to find while browsing on my own. 2. the nearest passage is through the 2 windows that are put closed together.. 3. i have dream t this for several times 4. most of it i did not managed to escape 5. the owner of the house is a adult men and women that looks decent and respectable 6. the house surrounding place is different once i managed to get out from the house. 7. high fences and high security 8. the first encounter, i was with someone. only two of us 9. the recent encounter, there is tello, aca, epi, bob, and bob mention khyel even though i did not see khyrel 10. the last memory that i had is, bob letting himself hang in between the divider of the stairs, someone and i try to pull bob from falling and letting him falls on the guy that can spit blood and the blood turns into an eel. i was attacked by the guy ( he looks decent and weird in personality, didn't talk much, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, short hair, and somewhat familiar face) I've being fighting with him to stop him from doing what he's doing, i'm throwing something at him and he did too. i managed to let him fall under the stairs, and suddenly a plastic bucket with a size of rectangular basin swinging from my left and fell on the ground, he came and hug me from behind and try to push me downstairs with him, i pray to god and the only parts of my body that hold me from going downstairs with him is the tip of my toes that i grip on the vertical stairs divider. i continue to pray, and i gain strength, and i woke up. 11. there's a room that full with stuff that i managed to break into 12. the part that i managed to escape by climbing the fences, i have to run in crop circle before i find people. 13. i rent the house with others (mostly i know)

I was on a beautiful island. We were visiting a school. Before I knew it, we saw a tornado forming in the distance. I realized Erica was not on the island with me, so I called her and begged her to come. To protect us we all ran into a bathroom and sat on the floor. We stayed there as the tornado hit. Shortly after the tornado hit, it started to flood. I remembered feeling sad, scared and angry that Erica was not with me. We sat in the flood water for a while. Then Erica shows up. As we wait in the bathroom, we look out the window and realize a volcano is about to erupt. Erica and I hold hands and go under the water as the lava rushes over us. I was sure we would die, but we did not die. After everything cleared, we walked around the destroyed island.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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