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I was on vacation with my friends and all of our families. we were having a family/friend party and my one friend was bored so she took us and we went to a club. the club was full of other teens around our age and it seemed to be in some sort of warehouse. we danced and party with other people and we each danced with a boy. at one point we all went to sit down at a table to rest and my one friend fell out of her chair. i asked her if she was drunk and she said no very unconvincingly. then i said kaitlin i think you're drunk and she said maybe.... then we danced some more.

I was on vacation with my friends and all of our families. we were having a family/friend party and my one friend was bored so she took us and we went to a club. the club was full of other teens around our age and it seemed to be in some sort of warehouse. we danced and party with other people and we each danced with a boy. at one point we all went to sit down at a table to rest and my one friend fell out of her chair. i asked her if she was drunk and she said no very unconvincingly. then i said kaitlin i think you're drunk and she said maybe.... then we danced some more and when we left two of us took the boys that we were dancing with back to the house we were all staying at and we hung out.

I went down to the creek in my backyard and an old man who was down there told me to go get a book for him that was in the field behind my neighborhood. then i went and got my friend to come but i don't recognize who it was. we went up to the field and then all of a sudden hundreds of other kids were there with us. half of the kids followed my friend to the left and the other half followed me to the right. we met in the middle where the re was a stand with a book on it that looked kind of like a bible. i got there a little before my friend did. i grabbed the book without thinking about it and when i did, the ground started to shake and move and it turned into what seemed like waves and it swallowed all of us.

I seemed to be a lunatic in my dream... or psychic? And I was living in a flat with my mum but its different to the one I am going to live in. In this flat was an evil spirit and he managed to lock all the rooms in the flat so I was trapped in the hallway and then I see somebody a child a think because it had a small torso and it was dragging itself across the floor because it had no legs. The evil spirit was locked behind one of the doors and I managed to get to my mum as she was in the bath and I was telling her what I saw but she didn't seem to be interested in what I had to say like I was mad and my mum just responded with "I'll get out the bath and make you something to eat, you'll feel better after that". So next thing I know we are in the kitchen and I had paper in my hand and the evil spirit was writing on the paper he wanted to go to Hell and he was going on about his brother giving me names which I think it was a surname starting with S and it looked lie a German name.

I had a dream that I saw my ex boyfriend out at a bar with some friends and we both started flirting and decided we wanted to be together again and that we missed each other. I was extremely happy to be with him again but the one problem was is that I have a new boyfriend . After spending the day with my ex thinking about how happy I was I soon realized that getting back together with him wasn't something I wanted. I wanted it but I wanted to be with my new boyfriend more. I felt extremely guilty that I cheated on my new boyfriend with my ex and couldn't even think of how I was going to explain it to him. All i know is I wanted to cry out of fear of losing him.

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I think I may have cheated on my husband, but I am not sure. I am confused but find out I am pregnant. I ride a bus in circles trying to decide what to do with the pregnancy. I'm scared. My husband is the father, but I do not want him to be. I contemplate abortion, but that scares me more. The pregnancy progresses fast and soon abortion is not an option anyway. I want to leave, but the pregnancy means I must stay. I am afraid what this pregnancy means and I come to the conclusion that I am so afraid about this pregnancy because I do not love my husband. My husband is not my soulmate and I do not want to have his children.

Well that i was in a pool with my family and there were other people there too. There were some bleachers and see how in the santa ana river there's a bike trail and if you want to go down to the river its all steep well for some reason it turned into that and one of my uncle's friend was walking through there with his like 10 month-1yr kid my uncle told him dont leave him alone his gona fall, the guy didnt listen and the little kid started rolling down towards the pool and this was a huge pool too i mean it was deep and the kid started sinking in right after that i was like i got him so i dived in but the kid was sinking so fast i didn't think i was gona get him nor hold my breath long enough, so for some reason i asked god for help and idk how i did but i got him and started swimming out not sure he was still alive. As soon as i took him out some other guy started like pusshing down on his chest and water started coming out of his mouth.. but dam it was so intense! :O

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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