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I don’t know which came first, but I had a dream….where Dalton and I were still broken up, of course. But his friends would hang out and talk to me. Dick, who I only met once and never found out his name until weeks after we met, was hitting on me. Kevin wanted to be in a tournament together. Then there was one guy who I don’t think knew Dalton and Idk if this was dick (didn’t feel like him) who sort of showed me how to hate. So I’ll start at the place where I think I should. I went to the library for a project with a class and the college was like high school, there was bells for every period. Not only that, but the library seemed like it was out of WOW in the fairy section. Half of it was purple n half of it was normal and there were flowers everywhere and it was so colorful. Well I had to find a research book and I had 5 minutes of class so I was booking it, running even. The bell didn’t ring, but I knew I was going to be late cuz class started when I ran out of the library. Days went by, and somehow Dick got a hold of me, wanting to hang out. Apparently, on top of the library was a hallway of appartments and ren and aaron kicked Dalton out and that was where he was living. Well I went to bed and Brian was sleeping in my bed, and kayla was sleeping on the top bunk. I was reading this book and for some reason I was being loud and Dick was relating with me about this book that I was reading….On it was called Chapter nine and it was about this family, idk. He kept me quiet and suggested we go to his place so I did. When we got to his place, he held me close and said “I know he hurt you” and cuddled me but then his hand started to wonder and I pushed him away and ran out into the hallway. Somehow I knew which door Dalton’s was and I knew I didn’t have enough time to book it down the hallway and Dick’s door was opening to look for me so I bashed into one door across from his and closed it behind me. I leaned against it, and it was like a dorm with more closet space in there. It was dark, and had a dark blue tint from the shades being over the window. There wasn’t a bed, there was a dressy, and your occasional messy floor with clothes. I figured this would be a good hiding spot and sat there for a bit as I heard them talk outside, Dick knowing that I don’t want Dalton to know I’m here so he played it off saying that he heard a sound out here. They both retreated to their room and I sighed, leaving, taking the elevator that didn’t close and went over the second floor n went rly slowly. The next day, Dick asked if I want to learn any computer stuff and I said it would help my future job if I learned all sorts of computer stuff so I went over to his place and we screwed up his computer. I realized I had to go home soon so I left, letting myself out. I stood in the hallway and sighed, for some reason deciding to take the stairs which was on Dalton’s side of the hall. I knew in the dream, idk how or why it even occurred, but the entire dream I knew that if I saw Dalton, it would destroy me. I couldn’t see him at all costs. This guy came out of this hallway connecting to the one I was in and we ran into each other in front of Dalton’s door. “Hey can you help me get in here?” he asked, pointing to Daltons door. I said I didn’t know who lived there and kept walking and the guy kept stopping me, asking me to help him get in. He grabbed me and I pushed him back before turning around and running into the same room I hid in before cuz Dalton heard the commotion and was heading for the door to see what was up. They weren’t able to find me and I sighed again to the dimly blue room. I wanted to write music, and I opened the door to leave, but an electronic piano sat on the floor without its legs. I brought it in and I started setting it up. I looked at the clothes on the floor, wondering who lived there. I shouldn’t have wondered because whoever lived there was this guy who was drawn out like he was the lead singer of the gorillaz. He freaked out, asking what I was doing there and stomped on me. I blacked out and woke up on this platform in someone’s back yard. A wooden platform that was 3 feet high. It was the same guy who stomped on me and he looked at me, for a drawn guy, he was cute with his emo hair and eye liner and dark clothes. “All you need to realize is that they’re made of lies. Like so.” He looked down from the platform and there were 3-4 ppl in the back yard, fighting a large cat and a large dog that I assume the guy created. “You’re all pieces of lies!” he screamed out before jumping off at one of them to fight them, his eyes growing red and the sky growing red. I watched in astonishment, hearing his voice inside me. “Remember that one thing you’ll never be able to forget from the pain and use that.” Just from that one statement, I remembered Dalton and my eyes grew red and I started to fight with this guy too. We won, but Idk if any of them died. Then I woke.

I dreamt it was dark outside as I walked across my front room. At the window outside WS a lady relative that I did not really recognise but new we were related. Small stocky with dark framed glasses. She asked me to call Pat at work ( she didn't recognise me) and said. Call her at work and let her know we will be here on 12th and will be here only one night I said on and I watched her go down path and leave. I woke up apprehensive trying go remember the date

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

In my dream I lived in huge, ever-changing house. We had to escape my barbie dolls because they were coming to life. I went to warn a famous Ukrainian poet, and came across a roofless room. Against four wooden pillars there was standing the poet, a king, a queen, and Poison from street fighter. Whenever I would talk to them some sort of death with the pillars would occur. So me, my mom, my grandparents, my uncle, my aunt, and my little cousin, fought the dolls and escaped the house.

I was dreaming that I was in a giant store with lots of people and I remember putting an umbrella over my head(I don't know why).A break-up song was playing and so in my dream. Some guys were singing a long to it too so I started to sing to it, but once I did that, a girl was came from out of nowhere. She sat down across from and I cover my head with the umbrella. I slowly move it up just to see if there was anything I could see that give me a hint of who it is. She had a pony tail on and wore a beige rain coat. She was wearing black heels and on her umbrella, there was a name but I tried to figure out who's name was on there, but once the song ended, I woke up. Can you give me any ideas as to who that girl was? She looked pretty short too, based off of her silhouette.

Keep having dreams where my wife is treating me horribly. Been happening for a few weeks but the two most recent: Dream hanging out in a room with two other younger cool guys. One starts telling me I don't deserve her, I put up with it as they're guests of my wife (work colleagues I feel in the dream) but I look to her to discredit their attack and she seems to want it to keep happening, I threaten violence and tell her if you believe their attack than why are we together and I give her an ultimatum to stop them or I will either kick their ass and/or why are we together if she feels this way. I say why don't we just give up and I say if you feel this way just take off your ring, all this us happening in front of the two guys who are egging her to do it. She fiddles with the ring but doesn't seem ready just yet to take it off. I grab one of the guys by the chest (although he's shirtless for some reason now), the main one who seems to love her, and I throw him across the room. His friend jumps in and I grab by the shirtless chest again and punch him repeatedly in the face. I then toss him aside and feel non threatened by both but start worrying that I'm now going to be kicked out if the country as I am Canadian (I am in real life) and just assaulted someone. The entire dream is very frustrating and I don't understand why my wife is acting so unloving and indifferent. She also seems younger in the dream the guys are younger and I'm my current age. 2nd dream just happened and I'm for some reason living with my wife (again younger like when I first met her) wife another man in my old basement suite of my parents house that I used to live (in real life) in before moving to college. In the dream the other man is a cool dj and I think he's really cool as well and I like him personally but I only act like I'm ok with this arrangement relationship to be with my wife. I see them together and I feel extremely sad less frustration. I eventually tell her that I can't do this anymore and that I love her and hope she would choose me but she doesn't and at this point she then begins to question everything about me that I in real life) think make me cool and desirable and that those don't really impress her. She even goes so far as to ask me if a business I started in college (real business that I stopped doing right before I met her) even happened. At this point there are now three other people witnessing this situation I'm shattered by my wife's lack of any love at all and indifference to me not wanting to be in this three way relationship anymore and I dial up a friend that (in real life and in the dream) can vouche for the business and hand the phone to her. He does but it doesn't change anything and I then notice my partner (in real life) who I started the business (and us a close friend in real life) is one of the people witnessing this and I lash out at her as she is agreeing with my wife on my lameness and I'm yelling at her in frustration as to why don't you have my back and why didn't you speak up when my wife questioned the existence of our company.

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