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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 in my boy friends truck in a parking lot and he was completely ignoring me and talking to his friends, and i got upset and started to cry and he noticed asked me what was wrong but it was like i couldn't speak. so i got angry and walked away and i expected him to come after me but he just sat there. i finally could speak and when i went back for him his brother was there and he was walking away so i screamed his name and he turned around and i ran to him and we kissed.

I dreamed that I woke up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When I looked in the mirror I had long gray hair with a part in the middle. I began to panic because of how I looked in the mirror. So I went in the living room,and saw six men sitting down talking. Although I was shocked at how the men appeared in my house, I also wanted to know why? Once I saw this I walked down the hallway halfway to my dad's room, and there was a figure dressed in a black cloak. When it turned around to face me it was a evil witch. I then ran to the front room thinking the men would protect me, and the witch turned them into dust. Then it looked at me with a large mouth and said,"I got you you lazy bum!"

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 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.”

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