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I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

I had to pack a bag very quickly. I was in the bedroom and knew there was a dead 'roadkill' type animal under my bed. I tried not to look but couldn't help noticing the guts all over the floor and the blood. I looked and notied a huge dog sizes rat, still alive and badly suffering. It had its top part of the skill taken off and the brain exposed, blood and internal organs everywhere. I was so sad and knew it was badly suffering but couldn't bring myself to kill it and put it out of its misery. I walked away feeling terrible and so guilty at my weakness.

I met a (girl) friends dad, it was her parents house, (i have not met him- he is dead) he was tall thin n going bald but brushed it over and kept fixing it in the wind , there was this cable from a telegraph pole hanging low at the back of her mums house. she were there and her dad wanted me to fix the cable, I thought I cud just tighten it. There was a bit of ground behind her mums and a house where a woman lived ( my friend hated this woman). Everyday the woman parked on the ground , but there was a small cliff . So she wud drive in and park against the telegraph pole each day then walk to her house. instead of fixing the cable my friend persuaded me to cut down the pole as it was no use. So I did ! And the next day the woman drove in to park and went over the cliff !! The police came out n we told them what happened and they said it was an accident !! I knew my friend murdered the woman by using me but got off with murder and I was devestated as I thought she was so nice. I covered for her and kept it secret !! I actually woke thinking she had really done this I felt terrible and I still remember in so much detail

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