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In this dream, it started with Grace, Gina, Sierra and I wearing these red helmets that had clear face shields that came down over our faces and we were wearing black suits. I think to protect us from the wind. We were up high in the air on the wing of a plane over Boston. We jumped off the wing of the plane and we were skydiving but we weren’t falling, we were just hovering next to the plane and we would fly over what looked like the streets of Boston and then we would go back and sit on the wing and then go again and again and again. The wing of the plane was like a break spot from flying. Then we were doing stuff like putting our feet up to the sky and our head to the ground. Throughout the dream it felt like I was falling in my sleep except when we were sitting on the wing of the plane. Then all of the sudden we were on the ground and we ran to a college tour that we were going to be late for if we didn’t run. The street we were running on wasn’t pavement either, it was really nice black tile.

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money

I was standing next to a car with an attractive man. It was his car and it was a very nice one. I was wondering if he liked opera music when he asked me to go to an R&B concert. I said yes. The date was months away and I asked him why he didn't ask me closer to the date. He opened the car door and I got inside. I noticed I had a pretty dress on,and that I had pretty legs. He told me to put my legs inside the car, but they were already inside. He told me again, but they were still inside. He closed the car door and the car started driving away. I grabbed the wheel and started steering and he jumped on the car runner and was hanging on. I told him to get in the car but he didn't seem able to. He told me to get in the driver's seat,but I didn't think I could. We were coming up on an intersection and it looked like we might hit the cross traffic, but then the light turned green and I thought "we're okay". I wasn't afraid, I was calm. Then I woke up.

I was walking or running away from something or someone and then this black guy comes towards me and says something along the lines of I'm not following you and going towards my friend's house and he does. So I have my phone in my pocket and make a run for it holding my phone in my pocket. And somehow I end up on a plane and we were going on a felid trip to San Bernardino but it looked like Los Angeles mixed with Chicago. We were pretty close to the buildings. And then we head back to school without even landing in LA. It was a very bright day and the plane was actually next to the school. and so I kinda walk happily towards home.

I was about to wake up a week ago and saw my son (33yrs) who passed on mysteriously a year ago ask me not to wake up as he wanted to five me a message. I was between . and waking because I could hear people in the house talking while..I was dreaming. I saw unknown hands paging through a magazine. On the page was my son and he said Mommy, I am ready to speak so I asked what he was talking about and he said I would get a copy of Tha magazine and should not worry. While I was puzzled..he appeared on a TV screen holding a bottle of Cider and took a sip of it and raised it as if to toast and said to me..I will also appear here. I am ready to speak. He disappeared. He was a light skinned and was so when I last saw him at the mortuary but a week later when we laid him to rest he looked like soot and his lips were a raw pink and peeling

I was at a cousins house on vacation. A person I know from work was there and suddenly stood up and faceplanted in to the wall. She started bleeding everywhere and was unconscious. We started CPR on her and she looked like she was near death. We brought her back but she said she wanted to go. We kept yelling at her to stay with us while we waited for help. Then I was in a guest bedroom and saw a figure in the closet. I turned on a light and it was a male mannequin dressed in a suit.

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