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I was in a big room with lots of people. A guy with a large gun came in demanding money from a man standing next to me. I stood up and the guy with the gun starts shooting me. First shot in my stomach, second my right arm, in my wrist. I got shot about 10 times however there was no blood. And no one seemed over concerned. We were kept there over night. I could feel myself getting weaker and needing to go to the hospital . I kept walking to find a hospital and I told them I'd been shot but every one seemed to blow it off.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

A mad man came to me demanding for money. I refused to give him and ran away, so he ran after me but I outran him. Then I found myself in a place where there were exposed high tension in different places on the ground. Some people mistakenly stepped on it and burnt to ashes immediately, but I was among those who escaped that trap. There were another life high tensions that were fixed under a bridge and people were passing under this bridge. Not all that passed under the bridge escaped death as the high tension killed some of them at interval. As it was my turn to pass under the bridge this mad man came again and started fighting me to collect the money I was holding- twenty naira. I carried him far up and threw him away. He landed on three women that sat by watching and I woke up without passing under that bridge.

A mad man came to me demanding for money. I refused to give him and ran away, so ran after me but I outran him. Then I found myself in a place where there were exposed high tension in different places on the ground. Some people mistakenly stepped on it and burnt to ashes immediately but among those who escape that trap. There were another life high tensions that were fixed under a bridge and people are passing under this bridge. Not all that passed through the bridge escaped death as the high tension killed them at interval. As it was my turn to pass under the bridge this mad man came again and started fighting me to collected the money I was holding- twenty naira. I carried him far up and threw him away. He landed on three women that sat by watching and I woke up without passing under that bridge.

I was dreaming that someone i am falling in love with in reality was being taken away in jail. I went to jail to and realised how easy life was in there. However everyone looked depressed even though they had the benefits of life but they couldnt go anywhere. I met up with a popular guy from my school and we hugged and the boy i fancied got jealous and demanded a hug from me. I kissed his neck. In the courtyard the police man threw choker chains out and everyone started beating each other as i looked down in fear in case my lover got hurt. We decided to run away and break out of prison. We packed to run away on a motorcycle.

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