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I was walking in my parents garden. It was a long time a go, and we had a long garden and at the back, we grew our own vegetables and fruit. So I was walking around in the back when all of a sudden everything was on fire. So I ran to the house while chased by tigers who were half tiger, half fire. As soon as I came in I got a glass of milk and some cheese and somebody was knocking at the door. It was a Nazi from WW2 who wanted to put me in a concentration camp. So I escaped through a magical door in the basement and ended up in wonderland. I talked to the rabbit and the princess (I think the princess was the girl from the crazy kangaroo bar) and they gave me a magical potion which made me really smart. So I left wonderland, ended up in Japan where master Hirotashi (?) helped me making my own samurai sword. I practiced with that sword a little and took swimming with destination Australia. There I fought the Germans until all the pretty African girls were set free by me. But before i became the true hero, I got shot by a corpse. Before I died, Gemma Arteron, who was a vampire, bit me to save me from dying and gave me eternal life. Everyone was afraid of me after that happened which made me very sad and lonesome. So I waked into a cave to live a solitary life. The end of the cave ended up In a big hallroom full of sad creatures. And because I was the saddest, I became their king. And then a blonde girl without a face came to me and said: what are you doing? What are you doing? Go out, and find the hidden book of life.

I had a dream where I was running away from my ex- girlfriend , except my ex girlfriend was a cat (that is so weird i know). But she was a cat in an organization where all of the other cats where evil and trying to get me. I was in the street, and it was dark (it looked kind of like halloween night) and I was running away. When I got closer to my house it changed to sunshine. My mother ran out to help me and told me to hurry up, she has already blockaded most of the house and she needed help before my ex- girlfriend -cat could get to us. We hurried up and got inside and went upstairs. We looked out from a big window and she told me: We are safe now. Don't worry. We have won.

In my dream my current boyfriend kept taking me to places with a lot of people where I was uncomfortable and kept leaving me alone. The first place was a house of someone who won millions of dollars and had four pools that he let anyone come swim in. We left there and went to a huge mall. We had to go down osculating stairs and my shoes got caught. I managed to free my feet but my shoe was stuck. My boyfriend told me to sit on this wall while he got my shoe free. next to me was this older man who was throwing out drugs to everyone. My boyfriend told me to stay there and left me to hang out with his friends. Then my ex boyfriend Brian found me and asked me to walk with him and he made me feel better. As we were leaving my boyfriend saw me and ran down this glass hallway and opened double glass doors to kiss me goodbye because he was going to hang out with his friends. I looked behing my boyfriend was this group of people smiling and laughing. I felt jealous and sad. As he was saying goodbye kissing me three times, Brian who was holding one of the doors standing next to jose, said "it will be ok sweet pea" which is my boyfriend s nick name for me. My boyfriend figured I was cheating on him and became angry and I couldnt believe he said that. He didnt know i was in a relationship and in that moment i felt like i was doing something wrong with brian. My ex boyfriend and my current boyfriend were both angry with me so I started walking out alone. I walked downstairs and on to the sidewalk when someone called my name and before i turned i hoped it was my boyfriend or brian but it was someone I didn't know running after me calling my name. It was this nerdy girl she invited me to ride with her and a bunch of people on a party bus. Reluctantly I said ok. The bus was packed people were sitting on top of other people. I was in the front by the bus driver who was drunk and was scared we were going to wreck. We stopped on a road I didn't know and I got off the bus and started walking alone.

Only one of my front bottom teeth was affected in this dream. I started having a sensation such as cold water on sensitive teeth, but I wasn't drinking cold water/anything. It hurt. I ran over to the bathroom mirror. As I looked in the mirror, I saw left front bottom tooth hollow from the top down inside. From the front, the tooth looked normal, only when it was viewed directly from above did it appear hallow down into the root. It was not decayed, just hollow. Upon seeing this, I turn the sink on and fill my hands with water and put it in my mouth. This causes the tooth to fill/over fill with blood. My mom or a good friend calls me and the bleeding subsides, but the tooth is still hollow, but now not quite painful/sensitive.

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I was helping a pregnant woman who was supposed to be my cousin. I found a young boy who was unwanted and the cousin decided to adopt him. I helped around the house with chores and in the yard. I parked my car across the street from the house and a lamp pole fell on it. The pole dented the passenger side of the car, but the car seemed to absorb the pole. I argued with my cousins husband about the seriousness of the event and he walked away angry. He started doing yard work while his parents watched. I poured mmy heart out to him and expressed love for him and his wife. I grabbed him and gave him a big, tight hug, after which he forgave me. Then the young boy was taken to see a doctor and we found out that he is very sick. I walked back inside the house, which is designed like my ex- boyfriend s house, and I found my dog dying in the front hallway. My husband appeared and he would not help me with the dog. I ran around like crazy trying to get help, but no one would help. The dog psuedo-recovered. I was doing dishes in the kitchen when the husband and a ton of family appeared. He was giving a big speech about the effort everyone gave. As a reward he handed out tickets to everyone to see a play at a concert hall, but he gave me and my husband tickets to go to San Francisco. I was overwhelmed and thankful. I got into a fight with my mother over which one of us had suffered more. I stood over her yelling in her face about my sacrifices. The cousin and husband wanted private time and kicked everyone out except me. I finished the kitchen and cleaned out the refridgerator. Then I looked down the hallway and I could see the couple getting intimate, but they ignored me. I then went into the back playroom whereThe sick boy was watching television. I talked with him some more and told him how much I loved him and that I would protect him. Then we were at a missile base somewhere in America and we tripped an alarm. Missiles started firing and some men showed up to help us escape. We had a blast riding rocket ships. We were badasses.

I was in my house, but it wasn’t my house. There were more rooms. There were fake trees in the hallway. I was aggravated with daughter because her tub was stopped up and toys were floating everywhere and she hadn’t told me it was stopped up. I was in the living room on the computer (the room looked very similar to my living room with some differences.) My mom and dad were both in the room. There were these tiny white bees (about ½ the size of a honey bee) and one regular honey bee flying around. One stung me. Dad was trying to swat them with his hand and I got the fly swatter. Mom grabbed it and started climbing on the furniture to swat the bees. I was afraid she was going to fall. I took the swatter and tried to his the bees, but never could. There was a weird Siamese cat (that was tortoise shell, calico looking instead of a solid color) that would appear in the room then run off. I never followed the cat, and it wouldn’t come when I called for it. My brother was there, but it wasn’t my brother. For some reason I was trying to figure out why he hadn’t taken over my daughter's room when she moved out because it had a bathroom and was bigger. I didn’t ask.

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