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I had a dream I had met a large disfiguired blue man and when I met him I was fearful for a second and then extended my hand and shook is. I followed him and the conversation was about my little brother who had been helping with something related to aquatic studies. He told me he was a good kid and I told him I knew that. We ended up at his boat and we drove in the rain for hours. Some green stuff flew off of him and landed on my phone and a good hour of that boat ride was me trying to rub it off. Then we pulled up to a familiar sight in previous dreams. An Island that isn't too big and with what looked like the frames to a dock in the middle of the water about 60 feet from the dock. But in the previous dream there had been a large, tall but not wide, dark hotel on those frames. But we didn't get off the boat. He turned the boat around and started going really fast, I thought he was trying to show off his boat, but I didn't like it because it was still raining. Then I see another boat on the water but vividly remember it as a car in a previous dream. The blue man pulls in front of it so it can't go any further and yells something about betrayal. We chase the man in the boat and somehow end up on the streets, in the boats, that had magically grown wheels. Then I woke up.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

I was on a train to my friend's birthday and she introduced me to a person I'd never met before. He told me about himself and that he was from North Korea. His boss called him from North Korea and said he had to come back. He hung up and I asked him if he liked North Korea. He said it was a bit scary at times and we heard yelling from the phone because he hadn't hung up properly. His boss said he was a traitor. We had to take him and his brother to the Australian Embassy.

I was sitting in a hallway or entrance way with a group of people and next to us was a group of vampires. They were all dressed Gothic and all their eyes were bright red. A girl that was sitting across from me started asking them questions and the male closest to me bites her, drains her, and them makes her feed off of him while I just stand there and watch. When he finished with her he turned to me pricked my finger with his tooth and drained me, and it hurt like nothing I've ever felt, but I couldn't move I just stared into his eyes. When he was done draining me he made me feed off of him and them he said welcome to the clan. After that I was in a car hiding from a women who was a vampire hunter or werewolf or something. Once I lost her my teeth started falling out and I kept putting them back in my gums but they kept falling out again, and all of them were falling out except for the two vampire fangs that had grown in after he bit me.

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