Understand My Dreams

Dreams wound

Bicycling with my dad and his friend in my hometown and my friend's tire goes flat when a big group of bicyclists comes by. I recognize both bicyclists as high school friends and coworkers. We wait for friend to get new tube from group and dad's friend asks me about bicycling and I tell him about previous trips and he asks about jiu jitsu and we start wrestling. He has an open wound on his arm from surgery and stitches and it starts bleeding so we stop: there is a fat kid eating French fries and the ketchup is dripping onto a piano keyboard on the floor.

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money

I was in a college taking a class. I was slower than the other students, so the professor tasked me with taking her computer screen and bringing it to her office. But she never told me where the office was, so I wound up wandering the entire college. I entered another class to ask for directions, but the professor glared at me and said nothing. I entered another office, but I got yelled at. As I wandered about the college, a blonde girl stops me, smiles, and says "You're everywhere, dude!"

Verytime i watch a horror movie i always falling into the glass there's someone running behind my back then i dont know why i running too because i panic. When i entered a room just like im in hospital. Then i saw a little girl in the bed i talk to her but they try to push me in the building im trying to stop her . Why you want to push me who you? I said to her but she did not response the face is like familiar im trying to recognize her i failed its blurred the girl is full of emotion anger i can feel it . But i know that she is a ghost we still fighting again and again she push me into the window outside the building and while im falling down i can see the pieces of glass slomotion i can feel like an astronaut. I cant believed it. Its like a magic , like a real in life my question in my mind why did not ever get injured its imposible my body has no wounds but i can feel my heartbeat is too fast i know its not a real i wake up in the middle of the night my heartbeat is just the same the im trying to calm my body and i got a tears in my eyes.

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