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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.

I felt needed by everyone else except for my mom. Also I broke a fEnce but they all seemed to focus on me and my mom. At one point I get held captive by racist asian man and was later abused, but his son (a boy I dont even know), helped me escape and I never saw him again. When I saw my mom, I ran into her arms crying falling to the ground. I was crying a lot and then in another segment we were home and there was an astral projection of her which freaked me out. And a car that I liked and commented on got into a car accident that I saw through a window. Also my family had superpowers.

I am a nurse. And In my dream I am a nurse. This elderly woman is my patient. She is skinny and frail. Confused at times. She keeps singing jeepers creepers from the movie. I remembered that from the movie, when the song is played, it means trouble is coming. She had back pain so I gave her a pain pill and a sleeping pill and told her to try and get some sleep. She was taken. There was a mystery in my dream. She was being abused, but by whom? I found her returned to her room. She was singing that song again. Then I heard someone whistling the song. I turned around and there had been a very tall dark haired man. He was very charming and handsome. And very controlling. Kept saying he needed to take her to some other part of town. I was able to look through some files and find that he was the one abusing her. And while I was looking up the files, he kept coming up from behind me wanting to read them. I think at one point I told him these were private patient records and shoved him away. At that point, I asked a friend to quickly go into my patients room and stay there because I had a feeling something was about to happen. She went quickly. I went to the room a moment later to make sure she was okay, which she was...but the man was lurking. He kept saying he had to take her somewhere. I told him that he was not taking her anywhere and that if he even so much as entered the room he would be thrown out. He ended up leaving. It was a very vivid dream in all color. And I really felt it was real. I felt I had to protect this frail little old confused woman... what does this mean?

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