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Some times I think I want to

Some times I think I want to be a teacher . somehow I am interested in fashion designing & also I want a IT job

It was my sister in laws birthday

It was my sister in laws birthday and my mum asked me to arrange something for her so i arranged a fashion show. as it was all getting started i started crying because nobody ever arranged anything for my birthday.

Had a dream that I was walking

Had a dream that I was walking down the sidewalk and saw squirrels pinned in trees in a tortured fashion. Most were dead but I saw one struggling to breathe and I wanted to get it off the tree but I was afraid I would hurt it more by helping so I was frantically looking at the cars on the street wanting them to help but no one would stop and help

I walked into a room that was

I walked into a room that was furnished very old fashioned; around 1800s style. A man named Stefan was sitting comfortably in a chair where he was completely nude. I saw every part of his body, but the only thing I was paying attention to were his testicles. He also had a beer in his hand, although; I never saw him take a sip of it.

In my dream, I am a blonde.

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.