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I had a nightmare that the guy I have a thing with and I were in the army, but he had a bitchy girlfriend . All of us and our crew would hang out in the basement of someones house. And his girlfriend was being rude, so I got up to leave, and she said to him, "You're her commanding officer, aren't you going to tell her not to leave?" I said no words, just packed up a certain bag and came back and said, "I am not leaving, just moving my stuff." I was upset and went outside and he followed. Then flash forward. Our crew was hanging out in a basement, where we all hung out and some of our crew would go into another area. They did weird stuff. It flashed to them like wearing peoples faces, using knives, and laughing as they ate these people. Then it flashed back and one of the guys came into the room we all chilled in, he was covered in blood holding a gun and shaking saying, "Man we got into some weird shit, I don't know what to do." Then a zombie thing came out of his stomach and burst threw him and tried to attack. And the guy I have a thing with got his girlfriend in the dream and I out of there. Then I was flying a plane with her for us to escape and she some how crashed the plane. On the ground were tons of zombie like creatures, and one normal person tried to help us by sending us into this building. They closed it from the other side and there were zombies everywhere in the building. Some sitting down and some not. In the middle was a revolving door and the person had said that would be our safe zone. So we ran into there and some nurse like zombie with half a face crawled down from the ceiling and we were pretty much stuck in this revolving door area and apparently I kept trying to press pause but the zombies would still be coming at us. So finally instead of running I let it attack me and just kept saying, "It's just a dream, it's just a dream," until I woke up.

I was walking in my parents garden. It was a long time a go, and we had a long garden and at the back, we grew our own vegetables and fruit. So I was walking around in the back when all of a sudden everything was on fire. So I ran to the house while chased by tigers who were half tiger, half fire. As soon as I came in I got a glass of milk and some cheese and somebody was knocking at the door. It was a Nazi from WW2 who wanted to put me in a concentration camp. So I escaped through a magical door in the basement and ended up in wonderland. I talked to the rabbit and the princess (I think the princess was the girl from the crazy kangaroo bar) and they gave me a magical potion which made me really smart. So I left wonderland, ended up in Japan where master Hirotashi (?) helped me making my own samurai sword. I practiced with that sword a little and took swimming with destination Australia. There I fought the Germans until all the pretty African girls were set free by me. But before i became the true hero, I got shot by a corpse. Before I died, Gemma Arteron, who was a vampire, bit me to save me from dying and gave me eternal life. Everyone was afraid of me after that happened which made me very sad and lonesome. So I waked into a cave to live a solitary life. The end of the cave ended up In a big hallroom full of sad creatures. And because I was the saddest, I became their king. And then a blonde girl without a face came to me and said: what are you doing? What are you doing? Go out, and find the hidden book of life.

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Ok so my pawpaw(grandfather) died 4 years ago June 19, i was closer to him than I was to my own father...i loved him very much and still do, so the fact that he was in this dream with me just terrified me even more. His old house, where i practically grew up, burned down this past christmas...and 3 days before it burned down, i had a dream that terrified me so very badly...that this is the first time i have even spoken of the dream since then and on top of that...it's reoccurring...this is that dream...: I was walking through nana and pawpaw's old house, I was in a pure white nightgown in my barefeet...and everything was fine at first...my pawpaw was there and he was still alive...i was hugging him and crying because i finally got to see him again...then all of a sudden, he grabbed his chest and he collapsed (which is weird because that is not how he died, he died from supernuclearpaulsey and pneumonia) ...i looked down and he was in a coffin...i dropped to the ground and picked him up out of the coffin and hugged him and rocked him back and forth saying i just got him back and i couldn't lose him again and crying...and then blood and flames started leaking through the ceiling and walls and light fixtures...and i watched the house burn down all around me...it seemed like eternity but when the flames went away...nothing was left...i looked down to hold my pawpaw close to me but he was no longer in my arms, he was buried beneath the ashes of the home and a headstone was erected there...i threw my arms around the headstone and wept until my tears became blood...the dream ended when i laid my head down on the ground beside the headstone and closed my eyes...and that's where I stayed in my unsoiled, still pure white nightgown... That was the dream i had just 3 days before the place where I spent most of my childhood burned completely to the ground and a lot of nights since...can someone possibly tell me what this means and why i keep having the dream?...I wake up crying every time i have it and i need to know why I'm having such a terrifying dream...

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