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He and I ended up spooning and then my parents walked in. I introduced them and they liked him and we went back to cuddling. John came and got me saying he wanted to walk me home. He walked me to my house and told me goodnight. Then he sat down in a restaurant and I joined him saying I wasn't all that tired yet. We had dinner and then he walked me to my room. I told him goodnight and that I was cold. John told me he would keep me warm and company for the rest of the night.

I was 16. I was searching for my real parents.I knew who my mother was. She was Irene Adler, a beautiful and a deadly woman. And she never told me who my father was. But I know she only loved one man, that man was Sherlock Holmes. When I finally found him, there came The Doctor, and took me out there. He showed me everything. And then when we went back on Earth, Sherlock and The Doctor told me I needed to do something, that something is coming, I am the only one who can save us. Save them.

A guy I know came to a friends house. They wanted to watch a movie. He and I ended up spooning and then my parents walked in. I introduced them and they liked him and we went back to cuddling. My friends phone rang so her and I had to leave, we walked over a hill but then she had to leave so I was by myself. Then then John came and got me saying he wanted to walk me home. He walked me to my house and told me goodnight. Then he sat down in a restaurant and I joined him saying I wasn't all that tired yet. We had dinner and then he walked me to my room. I told him goodnight and that I was cold. John told me he would keep me warm and company for the rest of the night.

My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

I had a nightmare and tried to wake up by saying the Lord's prayer. I woke up and went back to sleep. I was half asleep when my friend tried to undress me and have sex with me. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a camcorder. I knock it out of their hand. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and feel frightened. I am scared. I try to go back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. My friend and I are cuddling. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out because of my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.

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