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My coworker Rich and his Girlfriend and myself and this girl I started dating were waking back to Rich and his girlfriend s place when we got back to their place and a guy had been hanging out around the house he ran when we got there and we went inside...they went to their room and her and I went to mine...later in then night in like a tv show cut it went to rich and isabelee and she heard a noise and he immediately new what was going on and shot up out of his bed and hit the alarm that calls 911 and grabbed a a huge golden candlestick and ran out of his room...the girl and I heard the noise and we ran up stairs and I see rich like sword fighting with a burglar the same guy who was hanging around the house earlier...and rich was on top of the stairs and the burglar was on one of the steps below him and I hesitated for a second but then charged at the burglar like a bull with my head down and charged at the burglar like a bull and knocked him down. Then I woke up.

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

I dreamed that me and my wife were going to a seminar, similar to one we attended earlier this year. I told her we needed to park no so close to the location so we could find a good parking. We parked miles away, then realized it was to far, so we parked closer. I ended up dropping her off at the entrance and would meet her later, she ended up keeping my phone. I parked and went to look for her but was not able to find her. Since she had my phone I could not call her.

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