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I have a recurring dream about my youngest son falling down 2 flights of stairs. In the first dream he toppled over the balustrade and fell through the gaps of the flight of stairs. I raced down but could not find him. In the second dream he slipped through the rails at the straits outside our apartment, despite being too big to fit in real life. Again hi fell between the flights and landed on the ground. I raced down and threw myself next to him, calling his name and ambulance. He opened his eyes then I woke up.

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Me and this guy i like were at a party. Im sitting in his lap while he sit in a lazy boy chair. We're talking and laughing and then we are french kissing. but no one is paying us any mind. He then says he has to go to the bathroom. So i get up and let him go he says he will be back and kisses me again before he leaves. I get up to stretch and someone takes our sit. So i move to the longer couch. I hear a loud crashing sound in the hallway and then i see him getting into his car. I jump up and run down flights and flights of stairs, crying, trying to get to him. Checking the window as i run down to make sure he is there. Soon as i get outside he drives off. I run down another street to see if i can catch him at the end but i dont. i guess he took a different way. i stand there crying, i can hardly breath. Still looking at the street hoping he will come but he doesnt.

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I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

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I dreamt that i was with this ridiculously good looking man called Dan & we couldn't stop making out! We had been out & went back to his place with a group of friends & his parents were up & talking to him. He had hired a car & driver to take us all back home which was a 3 hour drive away. We were constantly making out & then he gave me a t-shirt of his & said "here, take this just in case I don't come back with you." I took the shirt & then the driver who had turned up didnt want to wait any longer cause we all took so long to come out so she left. Then we were all inside having drinks with his parents & he was talking to someone & then i called him over & he went to come over but then his mum called him over to her so he went to her. Then every time he went to come over to me she kept calling him to her & he was looking at me & mouthing the word 'sorry'. All of a sudden everyone was gone except for me & 2 of my friends & they said we had to book flights to get home cause there was no other way! Then I was inside with him for a while longer & he said he had to go talk to his parents. He went to walk away but kept coming back & kissing me & saying he didnt want to go. He went then & suddenly I was running around a school trying to find him & also trying to get away from these animals that had got loose at the school. there were bears, snakes, monkeys, zebras, lions & sharks! there was also lots of other people trying to run from them. I ended up going back inside & found his sunnies & put them on my head. Then i still couldnt find him anywhere, called him heaps of times but nothing. When i woke up this morning i felt heartbroken like i had actually lost him for real! i have had this sad feeling all day about him.

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It started off with me at my grandmas house moving everything out then the house kinda became a like a boarding school then one of my old friends was apparently and old roommate. While we were cleaning it out i tried to go outside to put the full basket in my car but my grandmas/boarding school house turned into a hospital with like 50 flights. it took me and my brother to get to the bottom. we took the elevator but it didn't take us straight down it took us all the way across the hospital. we had to find our way back and when we did it was all my family waiting for us and asked me what time did i have to go to work. i said 5 and the time it was at that moment was 3:55. i wanted to go back upstairs to help get the rest of the stuff, but it was like i couldn't move..... and Thats when i woke up

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