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I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal bar and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

Last night i dreamt in first person view. I would be walking around a random area in public and suddenly feel a sharp pain inside my mouth a throat. Soon afterwards I'd be coughing up blood and various blades/sharp metal pieces. After a few seconds of this i'd suddenly be somewhere else and someone else. I was no longer me but soon after the same thing would happen again. Coughing up blood and sharp metal chunks. This happened for perhaps 10 body hops and ended up me waking up sweating. My room was only 65 degrees though and i wasnt under covers. I have no idea what that dream meant and frankly it scares the crap out of me

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal tube and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

I dreamt I was on the run. I had a black and white cat upon my shoulder. I ended up taking a chubby-ish girl with me who asked first to be paid. As we travelled, we encountered a shy robot girl who was wishing our wellbeing. I asked for her to come with us. We found a gigantic turtle - our destination - a wise old thing who was trapped in ropes. A hare was grumbling and yelling back to the turtle pinned underneath his shell. I cut the ropes away and then fastened myself beneath to the metal bars. The cat, I think, stayed on the top of the turtle, whilst I grabbed hold of the robot and the girl fastened herself in just above me.

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.

Okay so today i had the strangest dream. I was in this building and it was divided into three sections. At first i was floating along zip lines in one section talking with friends and hanging out with these girls that had become good friends of mine in what was called our pod. we had a decent amount of freedom. We went to lunch and when we got back i was told i was being moved into a different pod. Away from all my friends, and away from everything i had known. When i asked what was going on the guy in charge told me that they haven't seen a change at all so they were moving me back down. When my parents came i was sitting on the couch with one of the girls from the other pod and this blonde kid. My parents told me that they hadn't seen any progress so i was being moved back for 45 days. If i could show improvement i would be moved back to the other pod. The only problem was that I kept repeating i have a baby to take care of at home i just want to see my baby. The guy next to me volunteered to take me for a ride to help clear my head. So we went for a ride without getting in trouble. When we came back there was an explosion, no one died but that was the end. Our rooms were these glass boxes with beds and sinks and they had little drawers for personal items, they also had bathrooms that had a metal door that enclosed around it. Such a strange dream, and the strangest part is it seems to be a continuation of a dream i have had before because i remember the boxed rooms.

Num estádio dois cachorros vagavam. Ao sentar-me se aproximaram e começaram a morder a minha perna. eram cães vira-lata, cor mel, limpos, cuidados e sadios. procurei outro lugar para sentar mas todos estavam ocupados. Os cães continuavam a morder a minha perna. Eu não sentia dor, apenas desconforto. Olhei novamente e todos os lugares estavam vazios. Sentei longe. Ao meu lado sentou- se uma mulher com baquetas de bateria, casaco de couro preto. A amiga dela chegou e olhou como se eu tivesse tomado o seu lugar. Estava com duas malas de maquiagem em metal inox, tipo 007. Mas não havia maquiagem e sim equipamentos de miragem de som. Ela sentou-se algumas fileiras acima e ficou de costas para o palco. Os cães continuavam a morder. olhei para o horizonte e me vi numa casa grande, com dois amigos brigando com a mãe, pois um deles, Henrique! só chamava tudo pela primeira sílaba. Assim panela era pa, travessa era tra, Caio era ca....os cães que mordiam sumiram! assim como todo o cenário . E surgiu uma cadela chamada fifi. O marido de uma amiga com quem não falo mais me ligou para dizer que haviam comprado um apartamento ao lado do de Henrique, na cobertura mas sem a vista para o mar.

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