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What a dream I had…. Shane is a sixteen-year-old boy who lives in Pasadena California. He is the only child of Russ and Sheila Boatwright, a very successful couple. His father was a great athlete and was named “Mr. Football” of Orange County California in high school. He is a self-made millionaire who owns a chain of furniture stores. Russ is a workaholic and he and Shane hardly ever talk to one another. Shane’s opinion of his mother is that “she thinks she’s some kind of royalty or something, because dad’s so rich. All she cares about is her high-society fundraisers and her tennis lessons”. Currently his mom and dad are having marital problems, and he thinks his father may have a girlfriend . Although they buy him anything he wants, both parents seem too involved with their own problems to pay much attention to Shane. Shane is relatively popular at school and plays on the school football team. However, he doesn’t have very many close friends and he says he just feels “weird” and like he “doesn’t fit in”. Shane has one very close friend named Ben. Ben has recently found a girlfriend and has been spending less time with Shane. Shane secretly resents Ben’s girlfriend for breaking up their relationship, but has not confronted Ben because he’s a little confused about his feelings. Shane does not have a girlfriend . This is the dream that Shane told his therapist. I walk downstairs to my living room towards the Christmas tree. All of the presents were gone and I was totally confused. The presents were all outside all ripped apart and messed up. Then I started crying because everything was gone and my dad was saying it was my fault for putting the presents near a power bar, or something which got hot. Some people came in and helped save us by throwing the presents outside. I am still crying because I was getting blamed. Then we found some of the presents in the cupboard. Then the scene changes and I'm sitting in class at school, which suddenly changes to sitting in the auditorium. I was singing in this funny high pitched voice, and this girl came up to me and said she liked me and I said she was nice. Suddenly she started taking off her pants and I was like…um you better look behind you, because the vice principal was behind her. The VP pulls her and points to me and says come with me. Then I found out I'm suspended for so long and I have detention. I just start crying because I've never been suspended and this is going to make me look bad with my reputation etc. So I'm just crying then I'm sitting in class and the VP tells me to follow her through the cafeteria. So we're walking through the cafe and some kid spilled juice all over, so she had to deal with that student first. Then as I'm standing there I see an old lady who slipped and fell on the ground, I help her up and realized this lady looks sort of like my grandma who just died. Then I called the old lady the name that I called my grandma that no one else did. And she said something like "I used to have a grandson or granddaughter who called me that". But I didn't really hear that part well. Then I told her my grandma had just died and I started crying and crying. Then I woke up completely confused.

I dream that I was with my sister in this bus. It was during the night the night was extremely dark you couldn't se much. But where we got of was a long road with many street lights that lead to a town. This town was surrounded by a mountain . And the road we where at lead to three other roads one lead to the left side of the mountain the other to the town and the last one lead to the right side of the mountain. The roads that were by the side if the mountain led to a small wood house all the way at the top of the mountain.all the three roads the town and even the wood house had many lights around them making them look brigh. Well my sister and I walk throught the road up the hill from the left side.and on the other side was my first love with his girlfriend . When we got to the wooden house I stay outside and my sister went inside the house. When my first love and his girlfriend got there I try to hide do they wouldn't see me . But he stay outside while she went inside. And after a while he saw me so we started talking and we look down at the town that look beautiful but realty small from our perspective. We talk for long time and ended up holding hands.

I was at a party in a huge mansion with people I have known all of my life, and I was there with my ex boyfriend . We were walking around mingling and a person that I have known all of my life, and her mother was with her. They tell me that all of the people outside at the party were killed. My ex and I go look and everyone was dead. Then my ex and I walk up the stairs talking to other people, and here comes Kim and her mother telling me that everyone downstairs, are all dead. I look over the balcony from the upstairs and everyone was dead. So I , my ex and approximately 20 others were upstairs plotting on how to leave the house.. Kim and her mother comes back, and Kim holds her small mustard gold purse with purple letters on it," IGTKU" up showing the letters to everyone except me, and then she shows them to my ex. I see them and immediately know what the letters stand for," I'm going to kill u!" Then Kim's mom takes out a gun,and points it to shoot and I wrestled with her, turning the gun on the mom and shot her twice, killing her, then I shoot Kim twice killing her. What in the world does this mean? Scary dream

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I heard wind outside and wanted to open the back door to check. My husband told me the alarm was on so I tried to turn the handle to lock it back. When I tried to lock it, the wind started pushing the door with extreme force. The door frame started buckling and the paint was flaking. I looked out of the window and saw a tornado coming straight at us. I told my husband we needed to run and hide in the master bedroom closet away from any windows. We were huddled with our hands over our necks when the dream ended and I woke up.

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