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Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholudn't trust on any stranger.

Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholud n't trust on any stranger.

I had a dream that I went to some new school, and there were few people I recognized. None of my friends were there, except for people I disliked and this boy that I made up inside of my head. This girl who happened to be in my class had asked me to go outside with her to go get her sweatshirt in her car. I did, but I waited inside as she went through the automatic doors. As I waited, some boy who was Mexican came in and asked me if I was related to Dora. When I said no, he started to beat me over the head with a vacuum cleaner. I started running while my head was bleeding. I hid next to a vending machine, but he still found me so I started screaming and crying until I got back into class. Nobody seemed to notice so I hid my face after realize a boy who sat across from me was staring at me. The Mexican boy was still out there, waiting for me. It was like he was after me for nothing. I wore my hood on my sweatshirt, and the next class we were by the pool. I swam, but the Mexican boy jumped in and tried to drown me, so I stood up against the wall and clung on to the side. I then made my way into the next room, and I heard noises coming from the vents. Both doors were locked from the outside, so I couldn't go anywhere except maybe the window. I started to bang on it screaming, and crying and calling for help, and the boy who started at me previously, came and pulled me out before the other man could get to me. He saved me, and we fell in love and he carried me away from the school and kissed me on the lips.

Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholud n't trust on any stranger.

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

Hello! My name is Hannah. I am 15, and I live in Pennsylvainia, US. A few months ago I had a strange dream and I'm having trouble figuring it out. Before I tell you my dream, you should know that I have an Instagram. Which means that I have friends from other parts of the world. I really only have 2 permanent bestfriends from the internet; Rachael and Gio. The others just come and go. I've known both Gio and Rachael for the same amount of time (10 months) -no they're not stalkers. Kinda hard to hide that for 10 months everyday,and we've skyped-. Anyways, my dream goes like this... My family (mom, dad, brother, sister, and me) went on a vacation to Pureto Rico. We had a little condo there. So, I was making my bed beside the window, and I was getting really excited, and I was changing in front of the window... which is weird because I was doing it on purpose. Anywho... 5 minutes later Gio walks by... and I shout down from the balcony. (It sorta reminded me of Romeo and Juliet), and we meet, but I wasn't nervous or anything. You see I have anxiety, which means I worry about little things like meeting people. But, it was like it was all gone. But anyways he took me to meet his family and they were nicer than he mentioned. You learn a lot in 10 months... And they did tribal dances as well... but the thing is... he lives in New Jersey. He has mentioned that he was Purteo Rican. But his house was like a small white shaq. I seriously have no idea what to think about this dream. Please help.

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