Understand My Dreams

Dreams i know

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

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There is all black then as if a spark of light hit the floor, I see light and I walk out of a room. I look behind me and see the door close. the door is like a solid metal, bending above me as I look up. I am holding a hand, which is my guess because I feel something soft yet hard. Something hot yet cool, something squishy. I am pulled forward, yet I try to stop walking. Like I know what is going to happen next. I turn and wiggle my small hand till i am free. When I am free I start to run, but before I know it I am facing that same metal door. I look for any sign of escape. The door opens an inch and to my surprise, there is a light. I move my hand to the door, but just as I touch it, pain begins to rise in my fingers and then the light becomes bitter and bleak.

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I dreamed that I was walking in a neighborhood that seemed familiar in my dream but I didn't recognize it while awake. I turned a corner and saw a little old lady moving stuff from her house to her car, I said hello like I knew her and helped her a little, I guess. She then told me she was moving and that I could have her house. She said, "You can stay here, you can have it, I know you'll take good care of it", and I did stay. It was a little white house with a raised lawn, 3 steps to go from the sidewalk onto the front lawn and then a pathway to the front stairs and door. After that, I just remember being in the kitchen with my mom, my dad, my little sister, my older sister, and my older brother. My dad had just finished installing a kitchen light and I was sitting on a stool. We were all happy and smiling and they were getting ready to leave me in my new house.

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I dreamt that I have a couple of joint to smoke it me my brother and my friend we can't smoke at my house I go to a block I know will so me my brother and friend go to a house we walk in knowing that people still live there then me and my friend go out side to see some is in the house a girl I tell me brother we have to go they leave then the girl come down stairs and she like what you doing here laughing I turn to see its friend I haven't spoke to in a long time I give her a hug ask her if she wanted to smoke she says no then I wake up my brother doesn't smoke at all and my other friend just smoke sometime so I don't get it

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