Understand My Dreams

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I was swimming in a municipal pool with a man I am very attracted to. He’s taller than me and very broad across his chest. I think he is a swimmer. I could feel him under water so I also knew he was attracted to me. He was very strong powerful capable. He kept coaxing me into deeper water than I was comfortable with, and then carried me through a huge dip in the floor of the pool and to the other side which was slightly shallower where I felt a lot safer. We cuddled a bit in the pool but I was embarrassed and worried the lifeguards would throw us out. Eventually he got out to get dressed and stayed in the pool for a little longer doing some “show off” moves in shallow water. When I got out to get dressed I found there were two women in my cubical who refused to move, and as the cubical was not big enough for the both of us, I had to hoof all my belongings into another cubical. As I was changing the curtain was pulled aside and the attractive man was watching me. We agreed to meet upstairs in the lobby of the hotel. For some reason I had my cat with me, and on getting upstairs found the place to be very familiar, but I couldn’t see the attractive man. I got distracted watching an aerial display of some sort while still holding my cat, and then realised that all ther elderly people in the lobby (for there were no people my age) were all getting up and going for dinner and still I could not see the attractive man. I called him and found out he had already left and was back in Edinburgh. He was doing an exam when I called. He said he would come and collect me but it would take about 1.15 mins. I was very upset as I couldn’t believe the attractive man had forgotten about me so easily. I wandered barefoot around the gardens still holding my sleeping cat until he collected me.

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I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, out Everyone is waiting for the light be afraid, don't be afraid the sun is shining out of my eyes it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you all when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on the face it will not set tonight and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four Here comes the sun Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun The sun is shining out of my hands it can burn, it can blind you when it breaks out of the fists it lays down hotly on your face it lays down painfully on your chest balance is lost it lets you go hard to the floor and the world counts loudly to ten One Here comes the sun Two Here comes the sun Three It is the brightest star of all Four And it will never fall from the sky Five Here comes the sun Six Here comes the sun Seven It is the brightest star of all Eight, nine Here comes the sun

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I am walking alone in a large, empty warehouse. It is dimly lit, sound echoes. I know someone is looking for me, I am fearful & trying to find a place to hide. I run into a bathroom & hide in a stall. I hear the footsteps of the person looking for me. The person walks slowly past the stall I am in, I hear the footsteps but don't see who it is. They stop, walk back to where I am hiding. The door opens & the person lifts a gun & shoots me. I feel the bullet hit me. I see the blood stains slowly spread across my chest & I die.

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