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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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I was involved in an affair, but I was not the married one. He was older than me and had a teenage daughter and a wife. I was his mistress basically. I ended up moving into his house with him, and his wife knew what was going on and was very hostile towards me. The daughter did not know what was going on and to come up with a cover story I said I was the new maid and even tried to speak with an accent. The wife, daughter, and I ended up being friends and I started to feel very guilty for what I had done. The husband and wife ended up getting divorced and I told the daughter the truth about who I was, but it all ended up working out for the best.

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I have decided last minute to travel overseas from my home (australia to ?America?) my partner is not with me at the airport, my tickets have the wrong names on them they are in this flip book thing like a cheque book and I almost miss my flight standing at the airline counter (a male staff member is helping me) I am flustered and begin flipping madly through the book and find them attached towards the middle, other people's tickets... Names I don't recognize are in the book before mine. I am now on the flight. I arrive at the hotel and for some reason my partner is in the taxi with me on the way there? We check in (hotel is very luxurious) and take an elevator to our room escorted by a man with our luggage he brings the luggage in and leaves. We are both happy discussing what we want to eat and I open my suitcase to get changed and all my clothes are dirty... There is a knock at the door and the luggage man from before comes in drops his pants (naked) and states he needs to use the toilet he goes in sits on the toilet and is discussing things in the hotel magazine with me half way through the conversation the man turns into someone else an older man with a thick accent that is hard to understand.. He gets up from the toilet and tries to leave with the magazine but I argue with him that he can't take it as it's the hotels and we will have to pay for it he tears out a few pages and leaves. I go back to my suitcase and we keep discussing food options I want to go to a fast food resturant that we don't have in Australia and I am adamant I know where it is because I have been there before (yet this place is unfimilar to me in reality?) we are now talking with a lady outside our room who is flirting with my partner because of his australian accent, I grow more and more frustrated wanting to get away from the conversation and go back into the room. I go in dragging my partner with me as he apoligizes to the woman for our rudeness and when I enter there is a random couple sitting on the couches opposite each other in our room flipping through magazines, I question their presance and ask them to leave, they do so hesitantly. After they are gone I go back to my suitcase rummaging throuhh there are only dirty clothes and I have nothing to wear this angers me and I start questioning my partner as to why all the clothes I have packed are dirty. At this point I feel something stack in my teeth and I go to pull it out and begin pulling out strand after strand of my long brown hair out of my teeth and mouth, I am getting anxious and afraid and keep asking my partner to help me saying over and over it's stuck in my teeth as I feel I am begining to choke on all the hair filling my mouth I wake up..... What the hell does all this mean? Please help....

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I was sneaking in the back of a makeup studio while people were coming in for interviews, and the person that was supposed to be there conducting interviews wasn't there. I took the applications and told the people I'd call them. I set my phone down on the computer desk and played around in makeup for awhile. I then left so I wouldn't get caught. I forget why I was walking or where I was going to, but I got lost, and I asked a tiny child how to get back to the makeup place because I lost my phone. The kid sounded like he knew EXACTLY where I was talking about, and he told me to come with him. He found a man who had a thick Jamaican accent and gave him twenty dollars. In exchange the man gave him a pile of nickles (about 2$ worth). The nickles were covered in grimey stuff and the kid took half the nickles and gave them back to him. The man then pulled out a handful of maggots an d put them on the ground next to the nickles (wtf:??) and the kid smiled. At this point I knew they wouldn't know where to take me...but the kid (who was about 8) looked at me and said 'we drive there?' He walks to a car, I hop in, and he hops in the driver seat. He drives backwards over four narrow bridges at CRAZY fast speeds. I'm worried now because I don't have my phone, and my significant other might be mad at me because he can't call me to see if I'm ok. I'm also LIVID at this kid, who despite my pleas won't stop going over the narrow bridges which are a car width wide at best. Finally, I get out and a spooky looking dude with one eye says if I walk north for a minute and then west, I'll find it. I thank him. I pass through a blue bouncey-house on the way to the makeup place and my phone falls out of my pocket. Turns out I had my phone the whole time.

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Having an argument with mum, then mum throwing a mug at me and just missing and hitting the brickwork in the fireplace and smashing into pieces. Wanting to escape and pleading my boyfriend who is visiting his friend Jess in Bristol, to pick me up on his way to Liverpool. He is unsure. Going for a shower and realising it is 8.45am and I need to be in work in 15mins when I am 2 hours away. Being in Russia seeing my sister age 2 with short dark curly hair and having a Russian accent to seeing her now in England. Finding out it costs £20 000 to transfer from a home in Russia and move to England. We did this with family friends when my sister was 2. Being in a massive supermarket in Russia, my boyfriend wants me to meet his two friends and I run away. Outside it is dark and raining, I get on a bike and try to escape. It is dark and dangerous I pass a jail building, I can't escape. I then cycle back to him and his friends and he said "where did you go?"

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I was coming home from school and I left my back pack in the bus. The bus driver had some kids drop it off at the entrance to my neighborhood. I picked it up and started walking home. When I was walking home there was a brown truck and it looked like it was for animal control. There was a Mexican man with and Italian accent. He smiled at me and said, "Hey, where are going? You live around here?" He turned to face a woman who looked back at him and smiled. I started to back away from them. "What's the matter sweetie? You don't need to be scared." I kept backing away. Then he caught up to me and picked me off the ground. I started to screaming. "No! No! Please don't!" He then purposely dropped me on the ground with my head hitting the ground hard, knocking me unconscious. Later, I woke up in a box truck and I assumed it was the brown animal control truck. I looked over one of the boxes and I saw both the man and the woman.

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