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Repeat dream, driving a very large and awkward van with horrible controls (it serves from side to side and I'm basically fighting to keep it on the right side of the road). I'm the only one in the van, driving home, and both times I had this dreams I came to a section of multiple lane highway. In the first dream, I didn't crash but was scared the entire time and fighting the car away from oncoming traffic. The second time, the van got pulled into oncoming traffic and was pounded with car after car - the van felt like it was being eaten up by a grain harvester or something. I felt myself get sucked in even though I tried leaning towards the passenger seat and away from the traffic, but I got crushed - everything went dark and I felt nothing but heat before I woke up. All I remember thinking was, I'm actually dying - this is it.

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Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

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I woke up in Ross's apartment with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand, and I could hear Ross's xbox still going, but Ross was passed out with the controller still in his hand. I got up and started to stretch, when I heard something. Fast footsteps, but with slower, heavier footsteps behind them. The faster ones started to get even faster, until they were full out sprinting, but the heavier footsteps remained the same. Ross's apartement is in deep Osborne village, so it's normal to have people being loud at weird hours, but this time it was different. It sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever said, but you know how you learn your parent's footsteps before they come to your room? Or when someone enters your house and you know exactly who it is? The footsteps sounded like them. I hadn't heard them in so long. I carefully got up, making sure that Ross didn't wake up. I ran up the stairs, noticing that it was still dark outside, and got blinked a few times so that I could see. I found that the place was different at night – it looked more vintage. I tripped across the carpet, and a red light flashed in the reflection of a painting. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I looked closer to the red light in the reflection. I supposed that it was the reflection of the fire alarm, but then. Well, I heard a crash behind me, and when I turned around I felt myself being pushed to the ground, and a broken down pick-up truck, and I got pinned beteen the wall and the car. A girl walked out of the car, the same one, from the painting before. She walked up to me, trying to get out from between the car. She looked at me, in the eyes, I think, it was pretty dark, and then she lifted my chin. She mouthed the words, “I'm so sorry I had to do this” but I heard the words “16:00 408 HARBISON NEW.” And the 9 year old girl stroked my hair until I passed out.

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A) My dream started off with a phone call that something had happened to my dad. It was just me and my brother at home when we got the call and my mom had her car and she was heading to the hospital. I didn’t have my license but my brother and I had to get to the hospital so I took the keys for the extra car and my brother and I got in. The car drove itself so I went into the front seat because we were about to crash when I saw my mom. We past a whole bunch of cops but they didn’t notice didn’t have my license. I got really nervous and tried to turn the car around but the roads were slippery and the car just turned in circles. I couldn’t control the car.

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I had a dream that I was dreaming, and in that dream I was standing about 100 feet away from an airport and I saw a plane crash into the airport and I tried to move away but then out of nowhere, a bomb dropped right next to me and I died and then I woke up from that "dream" and I was inside an airport. I tried to warn people that a plane was going to crash here, but they wouldn't listen. So I ran to the same place I was at before in the other "dream" and saw the plane crash again. So I moved back some so that if the bomb dropped again, it wouldn't kill me. But it still landed next to me and I was blown up and died and then I woke up.

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