Understand My Dreams

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I dreamt that I was walking in the rain across a muddy field. Once I got to lower ground I was able to wash my shoes off in a clear puddle of water, but surprisingly my shoes weren't as muddy as they should, just the soles had mud. Then I ended up in a bread shop. Bread rolls were up on shelves anf d counter top. I ordered a roll, a nice size orange and a bottle of water. Everything smelled and tasted like a little piece of heaven. I was happy in this dream.

Went to bed and noticed that some shelves had been moved away from the window where they were placed, and i looked out the window and notice 2 guys on a motorcycle. after a few minutes they produced machine guns and started shotting at me. i tried to roll off the bed and way from the shot but with every roll was hit by a bullet. I was hit at least 5 times. The room was not the current room I sleep but a room that was familar to which I can't place at the moment. I attempted to make a call but don't know who I was calling, thought of my ex. it was very vivid and real. woke shortly after with a racing heart beat and notably scared.

I was in the mall in a black dress with people who i think were my friends and i looked at some gorgeous shoes and i wanted them so i climbed all the way to the top of the shelves to get them and when i got to the top i was just relaxing holding the shoes . next thing i know like i found out that the shoes werent in my size but i still wanted to buy them but decided not to and climbed down to the ground where everyone looked at my mint green underwear and were asking me about them

I was sitting in a bar and there were very expensive whiskey bottles on the shelves. Two of my friends walked in and shot a spitball at me, but he missed and hit the shelf, sending a million dollars worth of whiskey shattered on the floor. Then a woman (who looked like my Chemistry teacher) ran by with a glowing stick in her hand. She ran by again and I asked her what she was doing. She then walked up and killed both my friends, making me extremely emotional. She then took me through the memories of a little boy, including his baseball games. Then, she took me to a white room where a convicted rapist was being held. The convicted rapist was apparently the grandfather of the little boy with the memories. The woman began reading the memories to the old man. She told me she had to do this everyday. The old man then motioned me over to a piano and we played a song together. (I have no idea how to play the piano, but I did perfectly in this.) Then, the woman asked the old man how he felt about his son. The old man said nothing. The woman then asked the old man how he felt about his grandson. The man said he wished his grandson was his son. The woman then turned to me and told me to "Solve the mystery" or something very vague like that. When I made the assumption the grandfather attacked the little boy, the woman locked me in a dark room with a purple door. She told me I wouldn't be able to get out until I solved the puzzle. I screamed for her to let me out, but she refused. Then I woke up mid scream.

A group of twenty strangers and myself were on some kind of group tour. On the tour, we had to swim under murky, brown water with dolphins as our tour guide. The dolphins couldn't speak, but there was a mutual understanding between the group of people and dolphins. Somehow everyone knew which way the dolphins wanted us to go, although we didn't know where we were going. They continued to spin and twirl throughout the water until we arrived at an underwater convenient store. The dolphins left once everyone went inside. Inside the store, it was very dark, there were broken tiles, and the shelves were unorganized. As everyone was browsing through the store, a group of conspirators, from the tour group, raided the store and stared to fire their weapons. D.J, a security guard from my middle school, was the leader of the operation. They didn't try to rob the store or hold any hostages. They were just shooting at everyone. D.J recognized me and told me to stay close and hide behind him. He said he was helping me because he didn't feel I was part of the "threat." As I went to run and hide, a man with a net started chasing me. He backed me into a corner and I couldn't scream. As he went to lift his net, I woke up.

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