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I had a dream I was hiding in Ryan's( my ex who I have been speaking to recently "friendly and peacefully"; although he knows I want more) house in some kind of shack. It was dark room with a floor made of dirt. It felt kind of like a barn. In it from the ceiling was this big brown jar looking thinking. I couldn't make out what it was. When I peeked from the door an saw his feet dangling off the couch I saw an opportunity to surprise him so I jumped out and before I even jumped on him he looked startled but I ended up jumping on the couch next to him instead. I changed my mind mid flight. I got the sense that he know I was hiding in that weird shack with the honey. surprisingly he wasn't mad (he would have been furious in real life). He said something about hiding in the shack with the honey bees. I didn't see any honey bees but thats when I knew that jar was honey. In another room there was his fathers/mother salon. (His father and mother split up when he was 5 and neither of them own a salon) But before that he said he had to go the bathroom and get ready to change for something. He left the door open and got undressed to show me these blue kiddy underwear he was wearing (as a joke) I saw that as my opportunity to grab his dick. As I was holding on to him about to get all sexual (he seemed unaware that I wanted him sexually) I turned to see a woman sitting in the bathroom/salon. She didn't seemed startled by my inappropriate behavior in front of her but I was so I let go. She was waiting for someone to cut her hair wet already washed hair. So I wen to cut her hair. I cut it really short she really disliked it. But when I finished it was longer again as she tried to fix it in the mirror. It was nicer. His father came down as if he was the one who was about to do this woman's hair to realize I already did it. Thats all I remember.

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

My dream was that I was in this place. I could see everything. There was a river of dead bodies floating down it. I kept walking and she was there. She was in the river. She kept pointing toward the tree so I kept walking. As I walked further i saw my mom and Little sister, completely slaughtered. I kept walking. After awhile I looked down. There was a grave. My grave. And it said "welcome Home"* so I kept walking. After a while I got to the cherry tree. Usually. I get to the cherry tree and I see you. So I start running toward you. But when I do that, my girlfriend loose her footing. And she's just hanging there. That's my breaking point. So I drop to my knees. I feel someone touch my back. Then I feel a blade against my throat. I hear "welcome home. Welcome to misery" then it slits my throat and it's all over.

Kept leaving doors open & unlocked. Finally left my car door open to my moms Tahoe & everything was stolen except credit cards that are were temporary or don't work. The Tahoe door led to to Julia Aason's (cousin) house where they stole everything including furniture , I think. But I couldn't really tell bc i had never been there so I wasn't sure if she had any to begin with. Her roommate was in the house when we got there. At first I screamed at her bc I thought she was the one who robbed the place. She asked how I planned to fix this. I was crying & freaking out. My friends felt bad for me. I was so mad at myself & disappointed. We went outside (heard something?) & there was a couple in a white car that had came back for more stuff. I freaked out on them & for some reason the guy actually looked scared of me. I started after them & he wrecked his car into a pole. I dragged him half way out of the car & he was already bloody from the accident but I started beating the crap out of him. Either my friends or Julia's roommate went after the chick. Then my alarm went off.

Famous bossy cranky woman teaching a group of women furniture restoration. I am sanding a white dresser that turns into a nightstand. One dark haired woman is constantly complaining and demanding attention. We are all working in a crowded unfinished room. There is a messy bathroom with pink insulation material and a small green towel floating in the toilet. I am using a small electriccircluar round sander. others are using sandpaper. there is a lot of talking around me

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