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Having drinks with friends and then bicycling to a party where we didnt go in. Suddenly I'm in a wedding reception with my family, an old flame i'm still hung up on - and his friends. I also have a speach and sing some songs even though I don't know the bride and groom. The afterparty is at a storage building with a lot of rooms, and i loose my brand new converse - shoes. I then take the ferry and see a car with my old flame and his friends. I get in the backseat and the old flame is spooning me and licking my face. I can also feel that he wants me to go home with him, and when he licks and kiss my face, I feel like I should stop this, because I dont want to anymore. But I feel like I can't speak. Even though I wanted this and has been obsessing to be with him all night - it suddenly feels wrong.

I was at a yard relaxing with some friends, one of them was selling marijuana and plenty people kept coming to buy. one of the guys said he saw 2 persons standing in the bushes so one of them went and check and they ran away, after a while a black jeep was driving in the yard with lights off so the man with the marijuana start running and told me to come so i run with him and his girlfriend through a dirty swampy water to an old house i had, their was an old white corolla car parked by the house we ran from, an i told him i was going for my car and i woke up

I found a porthole in a high street that took me an alternate world, in this world I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink or I would have to stay there forever. I climbed a fire escape and got into a large house where an old lady tried to feed me but then someone let me out. They told me that I had to use the same porthole if I ever wanted to go back and gave me a key. The following day I went back but the alternate world had aged by 7 years, the people were expecting me and through me a party. I met a man there and fell in love but knew if I left it would be another 7 years in his world before I could go back and that by this time he would be too old for me. I didn’t want to eat and not be able to go home so I left. The following day there was a ‘to let’ sign over the porthole and when I passed through the house was old and falling down and everyone was sad and leaving. The man had vanished but then a young boy came out and said that he was his son and that many years had passed as I had visited later in the day rather than in the morning. He told me that once the porthole had been ‘let’ I’d have to use the key given to me on my first visit to enter the world again.

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

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