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Driving down the interstate with a coworker. it was a nice day people out swimming and fishing. then it started raining and the interstate started flooded. people was swimming and surfing on the side of the interstate. then a huge fish came out the water and stood up. rain stopped fast. then weather went crazy raining, hailing, lightning,winds. the interstate flooded again and this time i couldnt see the people so i thought they were gone when i started feeling bumps and hearing noises. i was running over people and killed them. i went to crying and freaking out.

It started with Grace, Gina, Sierra and I wearing these red helmets that had clear face shields that came down over our faces and we were wearing black suits. I think to protect us from the wind. We were up high in the air on the wing of a plane over Boston. We jumped off the wing of the plane and we were skydiving but we weren’t falling, we were just hovering next to the plane and we would fly over what looked like the streets of Boston and then we would go back and sit on the wing and then go again and again and again. The wing of the plane was like a break spot from flying. Then we were doing stuff like putting our feet up to the sky and our head to the ground. Throughout the dream it felt like I was falling in my sleep except when we were sitting on the wing of the plane. Then all of the sudden we were on the ground and we ran to a college tour that we were going to be late for if we didn’t run. The street we were running on wasn’t pavement either, it was really nice black tile.

Verytime i watch a horror movie i always falling into the glass there's someone running behind my back then i dont know why i running too because i panic. When i entered a room just like im in hospital. Then i saw a little girl in the bed i talk to her but they try to push me in the building im trying to stop her . Why you want to push me who you? I said to her but she did not response the face is like familiar im trying to recognize her i failed its blurred the girl is full of emotion anger i can feel it . But i know that she is a ghost we still fighting again and again she push me into the window outside the building and while im falling down i can see the pieces of glass slomotion i can feel like an astronaut. I cant believed it. Its like a magic , like a real in life my question in my mind why did not ever get injured its imposible my body has no wounds but i can feel my heartbeat is too fast i know its not a real i wake up in the middle of the night my heartbeat is just the same the im trying to calm my body and i got a tears in my eyes.

In this dream, it started with Grace, Gina, Sierra and I wearing these red helmets that had clear face shields that came down over our faces and we were wearing black suits. I think to protect us from the wind. We were up high in the air on the wing of a plane over Boston. We jumped off the wing of the plane and we were skydiving but we weren’t falling, we were just hovering next to the plane and we would fly over what looked like the streets of Boston and then we would go back and sit on the wing and then go again and again and again. The wing of the plane was like a break spot from flying. Then we were doing stuff like putting our feet up to the sky and our head to the ground. Throughout the dream it felt like I was falling in my sleep except when we were sitting on the wing of the plane. Then all of the sudden we were on the ground and we ran to a college tour that we were going to be late for if we didn’t run. The street we were running on wasn’t pavement either, it was really nice black tile.

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

My family and I riding on a bus and gets pulled over by cop. Freaking out cause we don't want any trouble. Stand on the side of a road in a big city. Gypsies come out of a building speaking little English. They point at my dress and hair and say they like it. I point at a gypsies hair of dreads and say I like them and show her my dreads. I have beads on my dreads. I turn around and no one is there but a couple of other people from the bus and I'm holding a much younger version of my daughter. I look at the side of a trash can, and see Seoul city and that's where I am. Go across the street with the other people from bus and see and alley we can cut through. We see a man with half a blue face digging through trash and try to find our way out since he's about to attack us. Go to run and get lost between 100 story buildings and now I am in a maze of 1 room apartments with dangerous people. Find a room with a window and I step on a squeaky toy and a guy comes to hurt me and my daughter. Another man shows up and tazes him so I push my daughter out the window then myself, jump a fence and am in green patures.

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