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I was with my buddy Matt doing something along a river when I was bitten by a snake. Instead of seeking medical attention at a hospital we went to the school and I, along with the doctor that was there, proceeded to watch my leg turn colors and felt, yes I felt the pain, of the venom going up my leg. The dream ended with me trying to find Matt so I can tell him something instead he interrupted me saying Ill be fine right as the venom hit my spine. I felt a crazy pinching sensation in my back and fell to the floor. Last thing I saw was everyone hovering over me as it went black and cold. Then I woke up. There was a lot of visuals and sound in this dream and the fact that I felt the pain of it all adds to the crazyness. Everyone had a unique role and voice. Matt sounded like Matt and I sounded like I sound.

One hour of sleep produced this dream: I was with my buddy Matt doing something along a river when I was bitten by a cotton mouth(yeah I identify snakes in my sleep). Instead of seeking medical attention at a hospital we went to the school(which Matt works at) and I, along with the doctor that was there, proceeded to watch my leg turn colors and felt, yes I felt the pain, of the venom going up my leg. The dream ended with me trying to find Matt so I can tell him something instead he interrupted me saying Ill be fine right as the venom hit my spine. I felt a crazy pinching sensation in my back and fell to the floor. Last thing I saw was everyone hovering over me as it went black and cold. Then I woke up. There was a lot of visuals and sound in this dream and the fact that I felt the pain of it all adds to the crazyness. Everyone had a unique role and voice. Matt sounded like Matt and I sounded like I sound.

I was in my bedroom and was woken up by gusty, strong, wild wind outside; trying to get in through the windows. The curtains were billowing like crazy, until I closed the window, but left them cracked. I saw my son sleeping on a couchbed in the living room, so he was safe. I then blacked out in my dream to awaken and see blood on the walls. It seemed I bumped my head and was bleeding. The blood splattered the walls. I was not in pain but I was confused. I then saw my parents, they tried blaming my boyfriend , saying he tried to kill me and then disappeared, had left. I told them that it was not possible, he'd never do that to me.

I dreamed I witnessed or caused the death of a boy. He fell off a ledge several stories onto a platform below, outside the city gates. There was a funeral for him outside the gates, but the atmosphere was lighthearted and happy. I walked to the edge of the platform where he had fallen, passing people, hearing them talking behind me. When I turned around, the noise suddenly stopped and the people were gone. I ran to the gate that had been opened to find it closed. I tripped over a bottle of painkiller that had not been there before, the same painkiller we used to withhold from the boy who died. I felt a cold presence approaching as I banged on the door and screamed. I heard him laughing.

I was much younger, hanging out with a bunch of girls that were friends. I can't remember who they were or from what time of my life specifically. There was this blond guy that they were all fawning over. I didn't really talk to him. The next thing I know, I'm in a tiny room with him. The only things in the room are a small table and rock. The rock was oblong and had sunglasses it. The sunglasses were made out of that plastic color form removable sticker stuff like we had when we were kids. I pulled off the sunglasses and I love you Carolyn was painted on the rock. I didn't say anything. I walked out of the room. The room opened up into a giant operational lumber mill. A woman was holding a giant push broom. I approached her. It was Katie Holmes. I asked what she was doing there. She said that they let her stay in one of the little rooms if she swept up all of the sawdust.

I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

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