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My first dream occurred on Wednesday, October 10. In this dream, I was at some high school. All the lockers in the high school did not have locks on them. I then went into a class where the some teacher was talking about an environment disaster. Some oil pipeline had broke and leaked all the oil into a water supply by our school and our town did not have water. When I went to drink my water bottle I looked at it and oil suddenly appeared in it. I then woke up.

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

I had a brother. We had to leave our house in the little village because a werewolf murdered our parents. We moved into a little apartment, I assume it was in the city. It was really dark and my bed was the couch. I started to do the rituals we were supposed to do every night so the wolf wouldn’t come, or so we would be warned. I began to place books around the couch, they were attached to strings. One side of the string was attached to the book, the other side attached to the wall. My brother passed by and laughed at me, calling me foolish. I ignored him, and watched as two of the books fell down, which meant the wolf was near. I tried to convince myself that I hadn’t finished, and the string probably wasn’t attached the right way. I sat on the couch terrified, and put the books back in place. That’s when my brother revealed himself to me; it was actually him who was the frightful beast. Once I found out it was him, I woke up. Even though I knew it was a dream, I was still scared breathing heavy, and hoping not to fall asleep again.

I was babysitting for a family and the grandfather was home also. While I was babysitting, the grandpa passed away in his sleep. I was worried the family would blame me for murdering him so I decided I needed to get out of town. I ran away to a sketchy hotel that was really dark and had cockroaches crawling around. I was about to check in when I chickened out and came back home to the mansion that my family apparently lived in. When I got home my parents had lots of guests over whom I had never seen before and Justin Tran was sitting on the couch playing guitar.

After a long journey I'm driving along a deserted street. On a boulevard in the distance I see four of my staff in boxes about the size of mailboxes. I get closer to see. They are locked in. They are standing in these boxes with hands tied. They see my and start begging to be let out. I'm very hesitant because I'm afraid of what they'll do when let out. I cautiously approach. Circle the boxes, talking to them to understand what they'll do if they're let out. I start unlocking the boxes. The last box is a Spanish man who has a temper. As soon as I let him loose he comes after me. He chases me. I immediately run for my car thinking this is my only chance. As I'm running I'm planning in my head how I can get into the car and lock it fast enough so that he can't get me. Now he has a knife. He's screaming. He's wild with rage. I'm out running him, but barely. I get to the car first, but my actions are very slow to close the door and lock it. No matter how I try I can't seem to move quickly. My fingers are on the lock but . My mind is racing, but my body is very slow. I don't get the car door closed in time. He wedges his arm in to force the door open. I struggle but can't stop him. He raises his hand to strike. He has an enormous machete. The sharp knife is coming towards me. He's going to kill me. I conscientiously wake myself from the dream and from sleep.

I had a brother. We had to leave our house in the little village because a werewolf murdered our parents. We moved into a little apartment, I assume it was in the city. It was really dark and my bed was the couch. I started to do the rituals we were supposed to do every night so the wolf wouldn’t come, or so we would be warned. I began to place books around the couch, they were attached to strings. One side of the string was attached to the book, the other side attached to the wall. My brother passed by and laughed at me, calling me foolish. I ignored him, and watched as two of the books fell down, which meant the wolf was near. I tried to convince myself that I hadn’t finished, and the string probably wasn’t attached the right way. I sat on the couch terrified, and put the books back in place. That’s when my brother revealed himself to me; it was actually him who was the frightful beast. Once I found out it was him, I woke up.

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