Dreams college

I can't exactly what I was doing at the time, but my brother called me to say that six of his friends at college were murdered, hung, and stripped (none of whom I knew) and that one of my friends was now in witness protection because of the incident. It sounded as though my school might be in danger of such an attempt as well because my brother told me to stay where I was and be careful. I turned on the news only to see footage of the six bodies original discovery on a carousel contraption at a fair. People were intially just walking past them as though they were a prank until someone threw something at a body and it flinched. I immediately turned off the tv. I woke up in a panic unsure if I had slept after the incident and it had actually happened or if it was a dream.

I left college, and I was being bullied by a teenager guy. He was making me feel like crap, and I was anxious about him. I seen him outside of college by my car, and I tried to avoid him. I managed to avoid contact with him, and went to my car. But, there was a woman and her husband in my car claiming that they owned the car. I instantly knew this must have been the work of the bully. I tried to convince her that it was my car, but she didn't believe me, and wanted to discuss this with my family after. I drove back home, but instead drove to a fairground. I left the car there, and rushed home to explain what had happened at college to my family. By the time my Dad and I returned to the car, it had vanished and we explored the fairground. We found out the car was put up as a prize for an insanely hard to win fairground attraction. I remember seeing the bully at the fairground, and he was also attempting to win my car. In the end, we failed to win back the car.

Me and group of my friends had moved into a new flat in London. And we had no worries and could do what ever we wanted and go where ever we wanted. We had no problems are we're carefree. My best friend and I shared a room in the massive flat. With two other girls in two different rooms. And we all got on like sisters. But I left the flat to go to the underground. Where I met a boy I thought I used to like. He had moved to London to. He noticed me and walked over to me and held my hand and spoke to me. And took me to his flat. He told me he I got into university. But I never knew this and was shocked. And then I lied to him about being at college. The boy then told me he liked me. And then I disappeared to the underground. I knew the boy was following me and I was trying to get away. I knew myself I liked him, but we couldn't be together. And it hurt so much. I got away from him on the last train and got back to my flat. Which was empty. The girls went out for a party and I was all by myself. But I felt safe and happy.

I was back in college ( I am presently 52) and on board a cruise ship that was anchored celebrating senior week with the other students, when it was time for the ship to take off again I had a feeling it may sink. I walked a different direction with a few other people and noted water was rising up to my nose. One of the teachers guided a few of us up a level just as the water was rising overhead. this continued until we made it safely to the top. Realizing I was one of a few people who survived this huge disaster, I called my dad and waited for him to pick me up and bring me home. All I wanted was to be home safe and sound and celebrate my extremely good luck with my parents and family

I woke up from sleeping outside my old college, University of Miami, where my professor was barbecuing. I chose not to talk to her though and noticed that I'd lost my bags from the night before and that I was also lost as I couldn't remember how I ended up sleeping back outside. I then noticed my phone was missing and that I remembered being at my parents house the night before but that they must have kicked me out of their house for some reason. I refused to call them to get my phone. Then I remember going into one of the dorm rooms and being followed by another man. He followed me into the room and tried to fight with me and we ended up having oral sex in the shower as I dominated him. Later, my stepmother's brother approached myself and a friend while we were walking down the street and I told him I'd lost my phone, to which he replied "why don't you create something?" He then called my stepmother and told her that I'd lost my phone and I'd left it at their house. He then got in his car, a puma car from a puma dealership and drove away. The man who was my uncle felt like a hero or protector who was guiding me in a direction I didn't know of.