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I in my basement at my old

I in my basement at my old house with my little sister and the basement is very creepy, and my dad even said it was haunted. The basement was completely empty but my sister was sitting in the middle of the room staring at me with a blank face and something small was bouncing around behind my sister. I was yelling for my sister to get out of there and move but she wasn't responding, she was just staring at me. Then the object lunged for her and I lunged for the object, I caught it but it knocked me over and I open my had and look, and it was $45. After that we went home and went to bed then I remembered I needed to study, so I opened my notes and its all in my handwriting and in my usual blue pen, but underneath my notes, was, in my handwriting again, "Its your mom. She's coming. Your mom is coming for you. She is going to kill you." and then i was laying in my bed and in one hand i was clutching the money from the basement and then in the other it was the note. I couldn't move. I tried lifting my head but it weighed about 100lbs. I tried to scream for my sister but i couldn't talk either. I opened my eyes and it was my room, but i still couldn't move. I closed my eyes and mumbled my sisters name again, then i heard her walk in my room and she grabbed my hand. I could feel her fingers and i knew it was her hand, i could actually feel it. Then it disappeared and i heard from the side of my bed, a quiet, creepy giggle. Then I woke up.

I had a dream that I was

I had a dream that I was receiving a gift from my great-uncle. I opened it to find what looked like my grandfathers skull or hair, (who passed away 15 years ago). No bone or goriness, just the shape and color of his hair. I turned it over and caw a note taped on the inside. The note read "Merci", ("Thank you" in french, My grandfather was french acadian) and was written in my grandmothers handwriting. The dream basically ended there, I am very curious as to what this may mean. I also had a dream about my grandmother days before she passed away in which she was crouched in the corner of a confessional and she told me that I needed to get to know her. I'm also wondering if these two dreams are related in any way. Please help!

I am sitting in my second period

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend, tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

I got a letter from my best

I got a letter from my best friend in boot camp with hearts all over it. I took my time with it. I read the entire adress on the front, looked at my name written in his sloppy handwriting Then looked at the paper but didn't read the words. I looked over to the corner of my room and noticed that there was a huge whole in between the ceiling and the wall. I looked out to see fallen trees had destroyed everything in my yard, not only my room but my pool, a trampoline that I don't have in real life, and other things I can't really remember. Then suddenly I was back in my room there was no hole, and I looked back at my letter then woke up before reading what it said.

I dreamn't that i was folding brown

I dreamn't that i was folding brown paper on the front had a name in block letters and on the back had the persons signature on it and i folded the paper to cover both handwritings.

I was shopping at a clothes store

I was shopping at a clothes store when I was somehow kidnapped by this guy who was a celebrity in the dream. He kept me locked up in this huge creepy place for a long time and I think that he sort of mentally tortured me and raped me. I was then somehow rescued and brought back to my dad but not before I was brought back to the store in which I was kidnapped and asked questions about the kidnapper in an attempt to figure out who it was. My dad and I walked home which in my dream was sort of like a version of my grandmother's house before they added the second floor. Our neighbors were having some kind of a holiday party and my dad got me to join in. They had a son about my age which I remember I liked. He gave me a letter and I don't remember what was written in it but I do remember that his handwriting was a little hard for me to interpret but I managed to get through it, I think it had something to do with a marriage. I also remember our younger siblings playing together. Next we were in some sort of safari and my 8 year old brother was driving a jeep really fast and my little sister and I jumped onto the back of it, the rest of the family was already in it. He nearly crashed a few times but everybody was ok and nothing happened. After that my mom took me and my little sister to buy some new bras and it was really hard to find something good but in the end I picked two that were sort of like a corset (which I would have never chosen in real life) and I went to try them on. The stall I went into wouldn't close and someone opened it once. My mom and my sister came in for some reason and I was trying to get dressed back to normal real fast and then I realized I still had the shop's bra on so I took off my shirt and then this group of tall sexy guys came into the stall and said that they were there to fix the door and that they had to do it from the inside. All I could think about was the kidnapping from earlier and I was really embarrassed. Then they got out of the stall and fixed it from the outside but they were taller than the stall and I was afraid they could see me from above it and that they would look and yet I kept changing to my own bra and then I looked around for my cellphone ans my house keys which I took out of my pockets earlier when I took off my pants after-which I realized that I was trying on bras and didn't need to take them off.