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My boyfriend and i left the house without telling my mother. He picked me up and he drove very fast we were laughing and singing in the car. He took me with him as he finished some chores. A man asks mu boyfreiend if we are married he hold my hand and says yes. We go to the parking lot of his house and he kisses me. I push him and tell him his family will see.. he tells me he doesnt cate and kisses me again. We go pick up my friend from her house. My boyfriend takes us to meet his friend. My friend'd mother calls and tells her she is late and has to come home. My boyfriend 's friend says he will take her. He has a 4x4. We saw a man with an injured cat. Coming to burry it.. the cat gets up and walks around as if nothing is wrong with it. My boyfriend drives the 4x4 while our friends are at the back. My boyfriend drove very fast. We got home the next day. M my boyfriend and his friend sat in my kitchen. No one was home. My housekeeper comes in with groceries and tells me i've done something bad and looks at my boyfirend. I tell her that i know. Beacause i didnt tell my mom i was leaving..she looks ant my boyfriend in a bas way and says 'with him'

I was on my ship that I served on in the Navy in the 1980's walking by a compartment and in the compartment I saw 4 NY Yankees from the 1970's - 3 pitchers (Ron Gidury, Goose Gossage, and Catfish Hunter) as well as another player not a pitcher but I can't recall who it was. They all had boxes of baseball memorabilia from the 70's with them. I realized that I had in essence stepped back in time that we were in present day 2012 but they were in essence in the 1970's and could not "reach" me. I also realized that their memorabilia was valuable. For whatever reason I was a real jerk to them - and I knew that there was nothing they could do about it. For example, I told Goose Gossage that he was going to have a hard time getting into the hall of fame, told Gidury that he would become a Yankees pitching coach and nothing more, and told Catfish hunter that he would die a young man of Lou Gehrig's disease. I also told them how successful Reggie Jackson had become. I was also rummaging through their memorabilia and was going to steal some of it. Through all of this they just stood there behind their memorabilia and it seemed as though they could do or say nothing. They were almost like cardboard figures. For whatever reason I decided not to take anything and began to walk out, and as I did I looked over my shoulder and made a wise ass comment, but I don't recall what it was. As I turned again to look forward I saw Joe Torre, Bucky Dent, Craig Nettles, Chris Chambliss, and other 1970's Yankees walking in, but they were not young and in their 20's but as they currently look and in their current age. I remember distinctly that Joe Torre was in front and was holding a baseball bat - he was also wearing sun glasses. It was at that point that I realized that I had not stepped back in time but we were in present day and that these Yankees were all gathering for old timer's day. No one said a word to me and I walked out past the Yankees that came in. Fear and shame swept over me because I knew that my actions would be known to the world. That's where the dream ended.

Ok so i was im in the delivery room i give birth to twins i go to pick up the boy and i say god you look like your dad that is curantly my best-friend!! after that im looking in a mirrow and my ex- boyfriend is standing behind me but slowly fades away! then a nurse goes to clean out my stomach and she tells me it might hurt a little but the pain was so rea it sounded like i was having an abortion and i reach out my hand for someone to hold it and ther no one there so i grab the sheets to the bed

I was at my twin sisters wedding and it was in the middle of nowhere in the desert. She wasn't my real sister in the dream and they were playing softball for her wedding. Then I had to bring the gifts to the alter and the scene changed to me realizing that I wasn't dressed yet and I had 20 minutes to get to the ceremony. We were watching the ceremony on a TV to follow up with what was going on. Then the scene switched to me crying in the bathroom because I was stressed out and my old babysitter was comforting me. Then the scene completely switched to me being at school of some sort and My head was shaved but their were still pieces remaining. I tried to fix it by putting the remaining pieces into a ponytail but one side of my head was shaved completely and there were no hairs to tie up. Then it switched to a profile view of me and m partially shaved head then I woke up.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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