Understand My Dreams

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My classmates and I got together for the weekend. They were late showing up, they were supposed to be there by one but didn't show up until two. We were at a mansion and left for coffee. I refused the coffee because I don't drink caffeine. We went to leave and my classmate kissed me on the cheek and I kissed him back on the cheek but it was awkward. My other classmates looked into a trail or and saw a big wooden wardrobe they liked inside the wardrobe was a mirror with a statue of the Virgin Mary in front of it, when I looked closer it was a decorative lawn fountain. The people who owned the trail or said my classmates could have the wardrobe if we could fit it in our van. We took the seats out but it wouldn't fit so we had them follow us to the mansion. When we got there 2 strangers were swimming in the pool with wet suites on. The people from the coffee shop parking lot took a couch and replaced it with an old green sectional couch from the 70's. they were wandering around the house and found a wine tasting room that looked like a restaurant. There was a lady that found blocks of cheese in the room and she shredded some and gave it to me to eat so I ate the cheese.

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I was jumping really high on the forest. I landed on the trees' leaves and used them as my own legs. Then I transferred the orange tree to the front lawn of my house. The orange tree was lying as if it was a bed when I planted it. The orange tree was inhabited by raccoon. I argued with my little brother if we can plant the orange tree at the front garden. He called our parents and said that it was okay. I warned him not to go near the raccoon because it will bite him. He went near to the raccoon and the raccoon but his left hand and refused to let go. Four of my rottweilers and 1 white mixed breed dog barked at the raccoon and wished to help but they were leashed. I was just sitting and crying.

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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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