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My boyfriend was in our house with a woman older than me he lend her my cloth but when i saw that i took it away i got very angry but then i went and lend her a pair of pants thinking they wouldn't fit her but when she came out they did then we left and she went in the front sit with my boyfriend and step daughter and i went in the back all of a sudden they stared talking and she stared making a conversation with my stepdaughter my husband was all happy enjoying the ride

I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

I was in a third world country. I was with a woman that I didnt know but I loved her very much, we lived together. She wanted to cross the border and I was going with her. We went and got some LSD they let me have some but it wasnt the amount I wanted. I asked them for more and they thought I was a cop or something then they began to fight us. We made it across the border. She wouldnt let me hold her or talk to her she said they would know we dont belong here. I woke up and missed her so much. I started thinking about my wife.

A lady shouted why did you chose these colours she was holding pink and purple plates but she did not say it to me but she was saying it to a guy i was trying to help him we were running away from here and there was this girl and she was a door it was closed. There were a few doors that where closed. I don’t know if we go away from her cause that dream end. and I was then somewhere in the country it the ground was wet and muddy there where clothes on the ground and I tried to pick them up but then I hear it the panther I hear it before I sore it big and black. it ran at me and took swipes at me I was scared but I did not run and I tried to call for help but my voice was quiet and I don’t know if it got me but I think I was saved by a man he was like a leader. it was Dusk

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