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Me, my boyfriend and my friends boyfriend had all gone on a residential kind of trip and my friend couldn't make it but her boyfriend still came, we were put into rooms, i had to share with my friends boyfriend and my boyfriend was on his own in a room. the first night we were there, me and my friends boyfriend cuddled up in bed and then i slowly started falling in love with him, a few days later i was talking to my boyfriend and i told him that i loved him but i was falling in love with my friends boyfriend . he started crying and it hurt me that i'd upset him but that night i still went and slept with and kissed my friends boyfriend , then my friend eventually made it to the trip and she shared a room with us and her boyfriend had to pretend he was still in love with her when actually he was falling for me.

I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

I was in my desk in class. I noticed blood on my hands and i started to quietly freak out. My ex, who sits next to me in class, tried to calm me down by talking to me. By that time my teacher noticed and came to see what was wrong. When she got to my desk, I swung my arm in her direction and cut her cheek, leaving more blood on my right hand. Right after that a white liquid flowed out of my left eye, my nose, and my mouth. the liquid formed a white, blank mask around my face that only had two eye holes. Once i felt the mask on my face, my eyes bled black and turned black. In the dream I have no memory of what happened until my eyes turned back to their usual color. At that point, I tried taking the mask off, but couldn't. I noticed my hands had even more blood on them than before. Once i noticed that, the mask fell to the floor and broke on impact. I looked around the room and everyone was gone and the room was destroyed other than where i stood.

I dreamed I was in a strange place with a little boy who was being haunted by o ghost. When I walked into the room the boys family was there and the boy was crying, she's here. The mom of the boy said no one is here but i could see her. All white head to toe with black eyes and eyebrows. I stuck my hands out and told her to leave the boy only as if I was trying to drawl here to me. As she came fast floating toward me she started to look like the veins under her skin turned black in her face. Right as she reached out for my hands i closed my eyes and when I opened them my aunt who passed away 2 years ago was standing in front of me holding my hands and it seemed as though she changed my dream. Then I woke up with my arms reaching out on my bed and i swear it felt like someone was holding my hands

I was in a third world country. I was with a woman that I didnt know but I loved her very much, we lived together. She wanted to cross the border and I was going with her. We went and got some LSD they let me have some but it wasnt the amount I wanted. I asked them for more and they thought I was a cop or something then they began to fight us. We made it across the border. She wouldnt let me hold her or talk to her she said they would know we dont belong here. I woke up and missed her so much. I started thinking about my wife.

I dreamed i had a pair of dress brown pants to wear to work on monday. i was forced to marry a man i didn't know he was a powerful god; red skin big golden eyes usually wore brown pants and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones) i was a goddess; dark skin long black hair green eyes and wore a green flowy dress i have no clue what we oversaw in our positions but we hardly liked each other he already had a human woman he loved; pale skin fragil body black hair brown eyes i didn't have anyone i loved but i did have a slave that had feelings for me the woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail as stated before the god didn't like me that much i didn't like him either he was usually seen coddling his lover or being distant when i half-heartedly tried to connect with him somehow we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves we had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family but as the fight went on we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened after that the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession the god and i we happy after that and then i woke up

I had a dream about me, my mother, a strange girl outside my house, my new born baby, neighbors across the street, and a guy killing people. i was in the house with my mother, while my new born baby was in the crib sleeping, i went to look outside and seen a strange girl on my porch, than i looked across the street and seen a black car drive up and a man come out and started shooting the neighbors across the street, he turned and shot the girl outside my porch than started shooting up my house. i ducked, but my mom got shot and i got shot in the arm, i started to hear my baby cry, but i couldnt move, the man came into my house to see if we were dead. he checked for my heart beat and realized i was still alive than he shot me in the head, next thing i knew i was awake in my dream hearing the sound of my baby crying right by me, but my husband or daughter wasn't there with me. i think i was dead.

Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

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