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I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

I was at a party with my girlfriend and friends and we were playing cards with Eastern European gypsy old ladies. I didn't know how to play and every time it was my turn, they would laugh at me, but in a nice way. To my left was my girlfriend and to the right was my ex- girlfriend . Every time my ex walked past me she would pinch me or pull my hair, so my girlfriend was starting to get annoyed and left. I eventually left to go find her and ran into my friend who wanted to introduce me to this guy in a band but I was too focused on finding my girlfriend to really speak to him. When I found her, she was in bed and angry with me, wearing a chastity belt.

Since I was 16 and now I'm 20 and he's 19, I've been dreaming like every night of a very special Argentinian guy That I've been stalking for 4 years and I neither have the courage to talk to him nor to get him to know about me. Seriously! I'm so inlove with him that I can't stop thinking about him day and night...To be honest, I'm totally obsessed with him! Well, I always see him coming to me in my dreams, calling me, talking to me, kissing me, following me wherever I go, holding my hands and smiling to me, hanging out with me... I sometimes dream of his home, family, friends, and the places he goes...he often appears so afraid of losing me, hurting me, leaving me, missing me...and when I run he runs after me Like a fool would do and calling my name out loud to stay and never leave him promising me to love me back just like I love him..in every dream, we are like that ''perfect couple'' But in fact, this guy doesn't even know me, my name or my existence! so what does it mean ? I'm so confused that I really need some explanation and Thanks a lot!

I had a dream last night where a singer named James Brown had a concert one night and I attended it with my friends and he actually my pulled me up on stage to tell me that he loves me or he was falling in love with me. He actually looks like somebody I know. I had friends that went with me and they were just confident and supportive of me and him and they just said, "Go ahead, Amber" or "You should so totally do it." We were so happy, and giggly. When I finally got on stage, he held my hand and sang to me. He made me feel beautiful and loved.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

I was at a party with my girlfriend and friends and we were playing cards with Eastern European gypsy old ladies. I didn't know how to play and every time it was my turn, they would laugh at me, but in a nice way. To my left was my girlfriend and to the right was my ex- girlfriend . Every time my ex walked past me she would pinch me or pull my hair, so my girlfriend was starting to get annoyed and left. I eventually left to go find her and ran into my friend who wanted to introduce me to this guy in a band but I was too focused on finding my girlfriend to really speak to him. When I found her, she was in bed and angry with me, wearing a chastity belt. Next, I was walking in a park that looked like a mix between the Parisian Monceau and Luxembourg parks with my girlfriend , brother and friend. We were smoking a joint. When my friend smoked it, he would take two steps then exhale like a dragon, sending a huge puff of smoke into the air. Then my mom came and laughed at us and asked if we need a ride home. On the way to the car, my brother and mom crossed a bridge over a really deep but clear river with huge goldfish in it. The bridge was really rickety so my girlfriend and I decided we don't want to cross it, and went around another way. We turned around to go the other way and had to walk up a hill where we passed a big sandstone building where the Sacre Coeur was, but now it's not the Sacre Coeur. My girlfriend and I were walking up the steps of the building and there was a really proper English woman giving etiquette lessons to two little girls who weren't listening and just running around, playing with a lamb. We walked close to them to another building. As we walked around the building, we encountered an African tribe. The members were all holding tupperware full of tomato sauce. A little kid in the tribe dropped his tupperware and the sauce went everywhere right as we walk past him. There was an awkward silence and then he started shouting and apologizing in an African language. Then a few other people threw their tupperware down and started shouting, in a way to say it's okay to the kid. We started to help the kid clean up but we weren't sure if that was okay, and if he was supposed to be doing it himself, but we help him anyway.

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