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Me and my two younger sisters where going to stay at our older sisters for a couple of days. she was going to come down and pick us up and drive us to hers however on the morning we were ment to go my mum and dad decided to drive us there althoug hthey dont drive which we thought was strange. then i noticed that they had also packed bags that suggested they were coming to we got halfway there and we realised we forgot our bedding so after a long disscussion we started to drive back to our house then i woke up.

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

My son age 22 is backpacking through out Europe. In my dream him and myself were in a situation where we were being attacked by terroists. We hid in a closet it but they shot him with these dart like bullets 5 times. I picked him up, bleeding and injured and ran to the American Embassy for help but the terroists were there too. They kept trying to take him from me and I was yelling for the army to come and help me. Somehow he was gone and they had gotten him. Clear as day I saw his face in my dream and he said he was ok, he was on the other side, he had in fact died.

I found myself helping an old lady crossing the street, the same one I helped this summer when I was in San Francisco. She then transformed into the old hag from Snow White and did her evil cackle. All of a sudden I was running as fast as I could while trying to unzip my backpack to get my cell phone to call anyone. However my legs seemed to be jelly and my fingers as stiff as logs and I was falling into a black hole of nothingness. I began to fade into the darkness until I woke up in my room with my fish tank's filter buzzing as usual

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