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I was with my work colleagues, but it was after work had finished. The place looked like Newcastle train station, but I knew it wasn't. I crossed a bridge that was slowly closing as I did so. Then I stopped at another bridge and started to make oat biscuits. All the ingredients where around me and the bowl was medium size and white. I was sat between the legs of a guy from work called Matthew, we were talking while I was mixin the ingredients together, I saw there was a segment of lemon in the bowl so I took it out and squeezed in into the bowl, the mixture then became too watery so I added more oats and that point the bowl was too full. Matthew tasted the mixture in the bowl and told me it tasted really good and he could taste the rosemary in it. After a moment we started kissing quite passionately. He heals my head in both hands and said 'I wih I wasn't the only one who's allergic to what I've just ate' I asked him if it was the oats and he nodded, I told him he should never have tried it if he knew he was allergic. He just shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care. We started kissing again, then some colleagues from work walked in and they were all in Halloween costumes. They asked if we were coming to the party, we could see the venue is we looked over the wall on the bridge we were sat on. I told them I couldn't go because I didn't have anything to wear other that my work clothes. The girls from work each gave me something I could wear so I went off to start to get ready.

I had a dream this is how it went, I stood at the top of a stair case, it got darker the more down you get. At the bottom there was a blanket of gray fog. I just stood there staring, as if I was waiting for someone. Then a little girl appeared, She looked lost so I went down the dark stairs and then she said "Hi.." it didn't take me long to realize this little girl was me when I was about 5, I started to panic but when I turned around to run away the stairs were gone. She said " Wanna she what you've done to me?" Her voice well little me's voice was so hushed and haunting. She took my hand and dragged me down this dark hall where she made me watch all of my mistakes, they were being casted on the wall , they were all in black and white and all were vivid flashbacks. When we got to the end of the hallway she pounced on me knocking me to the floor and grabbing me around my neck in a tight grip and started screaming "YOU CAN'T FIX ME! SEE WHAT YOU DID !? " and then I woke up choking for air.

I am in my drivers Ed instructor’s car. I can feel my palms start to sweat as Gena, my instructor, is giving me directions. I do not understand why I am so nervous; I have been on multiple lessons. I am currently on my way to London when I see a stop light turn red. I try to press my foot on the break but it does nothing. I continue to try and it does not work either. Gena is not paying any attention, as she is currently texting. As I get closer and closer to the stoplight, I give up on the brake and try the emergency brake instead. As I go to pull it, the handle breaks off. At this point, my dream slows down giving me the opportunity to look around. I look to my left and notice a sweet old lady sitting in a red bug, I watch as she crossed the intersection. Next, I look to the right and notice a big transport truck approaching the intersection. The man behind the wheel looks tried as though he has been driving all day. During my observations, the car I am in is now about to cross the intersection, with a transport truck coming full speed toward me. I run through my options. Those options being close my eyes brace myself and hope for the best or speed up and hope to avoid the transport truck. I chose the second option. I slammed my foot on the gas and speed through the intersection. I miss the truck by an inch. I sighed a breath of relief, took my foot of the gas, and pulled the car over.

I am about four years old running in a park I have never been to before. I am wearing my favorite red shoes and my barney shirt. I keep running and twirling and every time I twirl, I see a different person I recognize that is much younger than the present day. I see my father and mother in there teenage years holding hands laughing. I see my grandparents, at about the age of twenty, yelling and screaming at each other. In the dream my best friends around the same age as I am. They are swing and laughing as though they do not have a care in the world. When suddenly the sky turns dark and the clouds open up. The rain is hard and does not give up. I continue to twirl through the rain. As I twirl faster and faster, I see everyone as they are today. How their experiences and the realties of life have changed them. My parents have turned quiet and are no longer smiling at each other. My grandparents sit in cold empty silence. They have nothing to say to each other after their long lives together. My best friends have traded in getting high on swings to just getting high.

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