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I saw one of my favorite actor Ed Westwick (he plays Chuck on gossip girl) in my dream he was my neighbour and in real life it is possible that someone would move in that flat cause it is empity.so i was looking at my balcony doors they are made of glass and i saw him looking at me and smiling from is balcony and i was really happy and i immediately went to his balcony. Our balconys were connected so i could get to his balcony whenever i want and he could get on mine whenever he wants to.He was running away and hiding so i went back and then i decided to go and look if he is in there thru the balcony and he was not there but at least i saw his stuff and his bed then he came in again he smiled .the next thing i remember is that i went on my balcony and there were like 3 cats two cats were the ones my family had to look after and the other one was our neighbour cat from the first floor we live in the second and i lifted them and i looked in Ed's balcony's glass doors and he was there again and he smiled and i walked in to his balcony and i guess we were talking

Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

I was learning to hunt, and my father told me to show no mercy, and to just kill it. I guess, to ignore the bad feeling I got when doing it. So I was going towards a bird, sitting on a rock and eating, underneath shallow water. I went up to it, and slashed my hand across its belly. I ripped out its innards, and I could feel its heart beating against my hand before it died. I think I got rid of the part I ripped out, and took the rest of the dead body home. I may have gone back for the rest, but when I took it home, it was gone. For the rest of the dream, I felt the innards of the bird in my fingernails. It was wet and gooey, and I think it was white / yellow / clear, even though I suppose it should have been red.

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