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I was having a dream that I could not fall asleep. I was sitting on a school bus coming home from a speech meet and I was towards the front of the bus. There were seats that were open by me so I had my own little space, and the coaches were up front and the rest of the team were behind me a few seats back. I remember the younger speech kids being obnoxiously loud, and I was getting ticked because I couldn't sleep. The bus window was freezing and everything was giving me a headache. But when I finally put my feet up on my seat and leaned against the window EVERYTHING went quiet. The window was cold, but was a calming cold kinda. And then I saw little lights coming from the outside window across from me. I wasn't sad but i wasn't insanely happy, and then I finally fell asleep. Then I woke up.

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Also I had a dream about all of our Colorado group last night and we went to this restaurant and our waitress was my old lunch lady Mrs Mary and she was so mean and Evelyn made us sit with some random family so there would be more room and then she said we were gonna get kicked out of steak and shake if we ate out tomorrow because we were obnoxious and she wouldn’t take our orders either. She new we were about to leave town and she kept referring to that as “our retirement” it was so weird

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I had a lucid dream where I knew I was dreaming but had no powers or benefits i wouldn't normally have, just the knowledge I was dreaming. The dream starts off with me entering a 1960's fashioned diner(the kind with black and white checkered patterns and see through boxes in the walls). I encounter two people and think to myself that these two are the closest things I have to real friends. One of them starts complaining about this children's fair 2 blocks down the street and how its so obnoxiously loud, everyone seems to ignore him and I say "Yeah why is the fair only for kids?" I then sat with them and we talk normally but in a sort of fast forward motion. Soon I was degrading myself and beating myself down over this one girl I had a crush on and didn't ask out. I said I was too chicken shit to ask her. The other two kept defending me and saying I wasn't chicken shit or worthless. One of them was about to give me advice on the girl but I woke up before he gave any.

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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My dad didn't want to drive my grandma, he said that she was expecting him to drive too far and it was unreasonable. My stepmom (we don't like each other) came out of a house and said that my grandma was in there. I went in, hugged my grandma, and offered to drop her off. She made me take her somewhere a bit far, I was worried that my sister was at home with my children and its taking me too long to get home. So I ended up waiting for my grandma for two hours, went inside to see what was taking her so long, she was with a group of young religious people (some white people too) in uniformed order and said that I can leave. On my way out my girlfriend accepted a sandwich and a green banana from a strange black man, he was dressed in a Doctor's scrub, drove a red BMW with very loud music, he had dreadlocks and gold or platinum teeth and he laughed so loud in an obnoxious way as he took off. I said to my friend that he reminded me of my ex because he laughed that way too. we got into the car and there was (what appeared to be) my 3 year old sleeping in my arms. I said to my friend that I am sure that I left my baby at home so this is not my baby. As soon as I said this the car began to twist and compress, my friend got squashed first and I woke up trying to free myself.

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I lie myself to sleep and in reality, then I wake up in the dream .... In a large obnoxious old house. And when I say big and obnoxious, I believe such a horror house ... So I go around and meet other people who also live there and they say the house is haunted ... I think of course not ... So during the day, I go outside to explore the site. Finely quarter was apart from the old house in the middle where I live .... So for tonight, so I hear footsteps and noises in the house ... And just think this is probably the house that gives him. So I lay down and sleep. Then some man with 2 dogs ... Because he and I were into another house. Then he would put the 2 dogs inside in a room with a fireplace and all, very fine. So we open the door in there to. and try and push the dogs in there, but they are like rocks, do not move, stand and knore crazy. So we let them be in the bedroom. And go into another house. How to run a television on Nickelodeon or something. And there is a refrigerator, and sofa and coffee table and the refrigerator is filled with food and beer and cola and all sorts of shit ... And it was all that was in the second house. Then during the evening we go back .. So we come in the door ... Then we hear a baby cry ... And nobody in the house have a baby ... And the only ones who can hear it's me and my friend the thing is ... Also because I know that inside the fireplace stands, dead a mother and a baby again .. And it frightened me ... So I wake up in real life, my whole body shakes and I turn on its side also starts my arm where my cross is burning and beating wildly ... So I lay me to sleep again ... So I wake up in the dream again, and continue from where I left off .... and I can still hear the baby cry, and suddenly I hear a scream ... As can be felt through the entire body. Then I take my stuff and start and go from door to get away. So stop me 3 people. And I say to be. Also gives a boost to me. And as they push me, waking me up again and my alarm rescuer 1 min or so after ...

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