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Dream 1


I am laying down to go to sleep, when everything feels fuzzy and like it's vibrating. I go along with it and find myself in a dream. I am on top of some building, looking around to the city below. Everything looks so real and clear. I am able to count the windows and seats in a car parked on the street below.
Now, I am outside my dad's house. I know it's still a dream and so I try to fly, but it proves too difficult.


Dream 2


I'm at a store with someone. We are only buying a couple things and are approaching the register. I look and see that a younger black man has gotten in front of me. He only has a bottle of something and I don't care too much. I look again and see a few more guys (also African American) with bottles, standing around the register. One has a gun up against the female clerk.
One has a gun up against my stomach. A rush of fear comes over me, but I quickly calm down. The men all take turns buying their drinks. They line up, toting their guns. They all start to sing, they thank us, and they leave.


Dream 3


I'm walking along a river with my dad. The river is forested and by my grandpa's house. My dad is telling me about how he would always come here when he was younger.
We come to a spot that seems to have rock walls on at least two sides. There is a tiny waterfall and a rock to jump off into a small, deep swimming hole. I take my time, and finally slide into the water.
After I get out, I look at a tall rock wall in the distance - and a chunk of it breaks off, crashing to the water below. I get out my phone and take a video as the whole wall slowly crumbles away. I label the video 'SHIT' and im going to send it to my best friend, but it does not save.


Dream 4


I'm at work, at the front counter. I'm pretty sure the manager is watching me. An employee, B, and her friend come in and I take their order. They get a cheeseburger 'stuffed with cheese' and a chocolate shake 'with no salt'. I have some difficulty taking the order down.


Dream 5


I'm in the gym at school, playing co-ed soccer. We're wearing PE uniforms. There are no goals, and I think we have to get the ball through the basketball hoops. I'm really getting into it. A guy has the ball and won't let it go; I'm trying hardest to get it.
I think that I would want to sign up for soccer.
Now, we see a poster or something that says a student has died. The student is in the gym, but I guess he has still died..
We are lining up around the hoop and im going to shoot a free throw in honor of him.

Dream 1


I'm in the living room of a house with my dad. An old friend K and his long-haired friend are coming over with guns. At first I think he is kidding but now I know he really wants to shoot me. I quickly get up, lock the front door, and run to the garage. My dad is just sitting there. In the garage I find a dirty shotgun. I look for ammo, but only find two shells already in the gun. I lock the garage door and get back in the house. I hide behind a green reclining chair.
K and the other guy are at the front door; K looks in through the window on the door, and the other guy looks in through a window next to the door. They start shooting at me. If I try to move to either side I will be exposed. Part of me doesn't want to damage the house, but I move to the right and fire a round into the front door. I get up and run away - I need to find a pistol. I find one and load a clip with about ten tiny bullets.
I'm outside and see K. We fire at eachother. My bullets slowly fly through the air, they are red and circular and going everywhere besides where they should be going. I can't hear his rifle going off but I know that is. And I am not getting hit, even though there is no way he can be missing.


Dream 2


My dad and I have tickets for Jack Johnson. At this venue, there are rows of seats and there are tables around the seats. Our seats are the best you can get at the tables. I'm sitting in the wrong chair, but I don't care because I have a good view, and no one else is showing up anyway. Jack starts playing. Now, I find myself up on the stage at a drum set. I am playing along with a blonde woman who is at another drum set; what we are playing is simple. I look at Jack and a man is taking away his microphone, mid-song. Everyone claps.
Now, I am beside the stage, helping to set up for another event. I see some political cartoon. It is of a chicken who says he is making a claim and that he accepts that the burden of proof is on him. There is a door that says 'burden of proof' and it is closing on the chicken. He slips his fingers in to stop it, and slides through the door. I laugh.