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I keep having dreamsand visions about a tall, dark and ashen-faced man catching me off guard. In one dream, he was downstairs dressed in a black trench coat, lying face down on my couch. When I ran back upstairs, I turned around and he was standing over me with his eyes closed. In a vision/flash, he is wearing a dingy white shirt, jeans, and a tattered baseball cap and comes up to me while I am in the passenger seat of a car? His face is still ashen, and his eyes are still closed but I can tell he is looking at me.

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

Im ın a kıtchen wıth my husbands sıster,her daughter at the sınk, αη∂ a 12 yr old kıd.I'm. Of to go αη∂ pray,when my sıster ınlaw tell the lıttle gırl to ask me ıf ı could teach her how to pray.I make my way down a passage that changes from a home to a huge hall where muslım students are learnıng about they relıgıon,the prayer mats are set up n as ı kneel down to pray 2 woman r ın my way,ı get angry coz ı cudnt go dwn on my knees αη∂ 1 of the woman sıts ther starıng at me. I wake up angry only to pass my husbands mother at a desk,she seems to be the prıncıpal here.As ı try explaın to her my hubby passes me wıth a whıte relıgıous attıre n a scull cap back from the mosque,so ı dnt explaın to her αη∂ ı run behınd hım only to walk agaın down the passage whıch leads ınto a room were we lıve αη∂ as ı explaın.then ı say to hım bt why ıs yuor mom not prayıng αη∂ he says she has her perıods mondays αη∂ thursdays,,αη∂ then ther ıs a young man watchıng crıcket on a huge flatron tv whıch seemed strange for we dont watch tv or movıes αη∂ ı wake up after thıs

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