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I was at my high school, and had left my bag in a room, so I went back to get it. In there the room was dark, there were some of my friends and classmates taking a detention which was actually a revision workshop for the English language exam I had this morning. I stayed there for a while and am not sure why, the dream is blurry here. I then wondered why I was standing there and gathered my things and went out. Then things are fuzzy again. After that, I was in a cafe or perhaps a bar, and Alo from skins was there. He turned into Rich and then there were two of Rich. One of them was talking about not being sure if he should get together with or get back with a girl. I thought to myself that Rich and Alo are sexy. Then I left the cafe or bar and remember either myself or Rich did something to annoy or anger what I think were some old people. We ran along a street for about 2 seconds then stopped, because they were no longer chasing us. Then I saw my crush. I followed him down the street and he kept saying something, I think he was saying "First." When I caught up to him properly, rather than him just looking at me oddly as he usually does, he linked my arm and continue to say "First. I have to be first. I must be your first." I thought I heard him say. I thought he meant sex. I remembered he was no longer a virgin. Then we approach what I think looked like Buckingham palace. My crush spoke in a very posh voice about something and I knew he wanted to be first to get into the museum. We approached what I remember as a towel rail, a phone box and a one man tent with a zipper, which was bright and colourful. He turned me around and I thought that the tent was not for me and that he wanted sex with my friend instead. I thought he wanted to be first in the museum. He then span me around again and told me to leave my coat, so I laid it down in the tent and Ipped the tent closed. Then my crush said something and I turned to look at him. His hair was dissheveld. He spoke in a very posh voice. Then he put a dressing gown on the grass. The tent was pitched next to a short slope. He said "Poppy is missing!". I asked him what he meant and then thought that Poppy is a small doll of a girl. He kept her in the sleeve of the dressing gown. He said "I like for Poppy to haunt my night gowns nightly." he laid down on the grass on top of the dressing gown and I was knelt next to him. I thought I how I wanted to ruffle his hair. Then I was woken up.

I was sorting a pile of very wet pool towels (I have a pool) that had been used and left around. My mother was there, but she has been dead for the past 6 years, in real life. Then I was sleeping in my bed with my mother and the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and it was a male that I went to high school with thirty plus years ago who I have never really had a relationship with. For some reason it scared me to see him through the glass in the door and I screamed DADDY and woke myself up. My husband also woke uo and said I had screamed. Something that might be a clue to this is we are considering moving.

I’m lying on the ground, with blood covering my left leg, and I’m also miscarrying a child. I’m wiping up the blood on my leg with a black towel (like at work, so that stains don’t show up) that’s completely soaked through with my blood and want another towel. For some reason, I have to move from where I’m lying so I stand up and with every step I take, I cry out from the pain. Dad yells at mom each time I cry out, because he doesn’t want me in pain, but won’t come help me himself. I keep moving and keep crying out and soaking up the blood from my leg.

Me and my mom where in some Spanish country on vacation. We went to a beach with these big steps that connect to the deck where people sit. My mom sat with some ladies and I went towards the beach. I was thin wearing a white bikini. When I got on the beach there was this rack where people were hanging their towels. I tried to throw mine's up there but I was too short. I was about to put it on someone else's table but I did want to just leave it there so I went back to the deck. I was asking the ladies if they could help me I told them I didn't speak Spanish and one of the women translated for me then my mom and the ladies came to help me when I turned around a huge wave came and hit the entire beach just below the deck. I told myom "Could you imagine if I was out there?" At that same moment a employee cable car washed up onto the steps of the beach the employee was unharmed but he was locked inside my I'm unlocked the door and helped the employee out. That's where the dream end.

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