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(This dream was really long, it felt like.)

I was in what was like a small mall, and everything was closing down. My sister was with me, and we were stoked to go inside of this booth that had flashy lights, black lights, and some really heavy metal, but when I turned the corner, it was all off - in fact, it wasn't even THERE. My sister told me that there was no booth, and I'd been imagining things. I quickly dropped the subject because I didn't want her thinking that I was going to go crazy.

But then other things started to change, and I soon found myself in a world where everything was okay one moment and completely gone the next. And then there were people watching me.

I watched a man sprint down a road and murder two people before the police took him down. I was walking home with my friend after the event, secretly wondering if he was a hit man, and there was somebody waiting in her apartment. He grabbed something out of her purse, and she pulled something out of her pocket - her cellphone and mace. She sprayed the guy.

She called 911 while I charged him, and he flipped me over his shoulder. I dug my elbow into the sensitive side of his neck, and he released me, unzipped his hoodie and glared at me.

"Let's get serious, then." He snarled, coming for me again -

But my alarm clock was kind enough to wake me up then.

(Aliens)

So in the first dream, I was happily doing nothing in my backyard - just filling the time of the day since I was bored and didn't have a whole lot to do. But then as I look up, I see a gigantic space ship. I'm standing there in awe as I watch it bank slowly and then come to a rest in what seems to be right over my house. I'm standing there when I see holes open up, and something floats down to the ground. I quickly run over to it and discover that it's a root beer. I laugh as I pick it up and taste it - it is pretty good. But then a box appears next to me, also from the ship. And so do two robots.

I'm on the box, being nosy about what's inside, when the robots just pick me - and the box up - and start carrying us to the house. They're in no way malicious or hurtful. In fact, they make sure I don't get jostled around. I do thank them when we do get to the house.

Then I swear I hear that there's something calling me. So I take off, and I actually find a car to go driving up this incredibly steep hill to get to where I'm going. I made a few wrong turns, and my stomach clenches every time, as if to remind me that I'm running out of time, but I make it. As it turns out, it's a shuttle - like the one that's supposed to dock with the ship.

So I go running and find some other people already seated inside of it, and I join them, strapping myself in. As we're picking off, my cousin, Hailey, comes running up and clings to the side of the ship. As I bodily grab her and haul her in, I see some of my family below, and I wave and cheekily say, "I told you it was aliens! You just didn't believe me!"

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(Terminator )

Very fragmented.

All I can remember of this one is me being outside of a warehouse-looking thing, and a man I trusted and respected arguing with me. He was telling me, no, I wouldn't be fine. This entire plan had gone to hell.

I calmly offered out my last full magazine to him, telling him he'd be needing it more than I did. Angrily he swore, accepted it, and slammed it into his gun. Pulling out an empty magazine, I filled it up with the few extra bullets I had in my pockets. It was only a quarter or so full, but it was good enough for me.

"Go." I told him, looking him square in the eye. He glared at me, but did what he was told, and I turned around and rushed into the warehouse, where I was confronted by a monster. I put it down easily, and then stood there, closing my eyes and regaining my composure.

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(Super Smart Children).

Don't really remember much of this one.

Besides that there were incredibly smart children, and I watched as they were babies to the time that they were teens. And every time they passed a test, they were rewarded. But every time they failed, they were "punished" in a manner of speaking. Eventually, however, the youngest of their number died, and the kids covered it up well enough that the people weren't able to tell the difference.

Except for when the top dog ushered two of them into his office, and questioned them about the girl who'd died. They kids got angry, and the girl was just abotut to lash out at him.

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I was in a beautiful place bordering the water and walking around to my heart's content. I met a man there, he seemed nice, but as soon as we pulled into a semi-less populated area, he slammed his fist into my temple and knocked me out cold. When I woke up, I'd discovered my money gone and my head throbbing. So I got out to walk around again, only he was there - AGAIN. This time he spared me the formalities, got me on my ass somehow, and then he cocked my head just right before he smacked me a final time.

When I woke up again, I wanted blood. But I couldn't find the asshole. So instead I went to the store to go buy something, and then my coworker, Savvy, was there - with the guy. she instantly caught onto my murderous gestures and glares and eventually strode over to me as I was fiddling with something.

"So. . . Wanna know why we don't get along so well? It's because you're antisocial. Bordeline maniac."

I slapped her, hard. Then I grabbed the front of her shirt and hauled her in close.

"You listen-" she tried to snarl, but I got there quicker.

"No. You listen to what I have to say. That asshole you're with? He's only after your damn money. Every time he saw me, he took all of mine and then punched me in the side of the head to knock me out."

She looked shocked then, still angry but shocked, and was probably going to say something else, but I'd woken up.

(I had a feeling this one was part of another dream, but as per the norm, I woke up for no reason at all in the middle of the night.)

I had missed the first day of school because I'd been sick, so when I finally came back, I was scrambling to have everything done and accounted for. I didn't get all the teacher's syllabuses, but I did get a packet that contained two journals, a whole bunch of papers, and what the teacher called his "Welcome to school gift and personal learning plan."

I was utterly confused, but listened anyway to a confusing teaching style that involved teacher-student interaction and students functioning on their own. Eventually I just shrugged and said, "okay. I think I get it."

It didn't help that this math class I was supposed to take was just about two hours long.

FML.

I woke up.

(This was a three-part dream from me constantly waking up. I'm going to have to find a better solution for this.)

The first dream involved zombies. Granted, it wasn't a very large zombie area, but I remember that I had to get to something and zombies were in the way.

Very, VERY short. Inspired by all the Resident Evil: Apocolypse trailers I've been seeing everywhere.

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I was in one of the WTC towers when it was hit by one of the airplanes. I had my golden retriever, Sam, with me, but shortly after that, I saw that everybody was going to lose it. So I shouted, "it's okay. Stay calm, and we're going to be okay. We're going to start taking the stairs outside."

We were on the lower building levels, and surprisingly, everybody did as I asked them too. We all began to walk out of the building calmly, as though we were doing a drill instead of a response to a terrorist attack. My dog was seperated from me, and I wanted to call out his name, panic, and run to him, but I knew I couldn't.

People would freak out if I did. So when I evacuated the building, I wrang out my hands and asked a fireman to help me locate my dog - but Sam came trotting out when I called his name.

I lead him away from the building and towards someplace safer, petting him all the while.

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This one was more difficult to recall. I know that I was wondering where the hell something was, and I was helping my friend build something for HIS friend.

I'd met this somewhat cute guy when I woke up. He had a couple of facial piercings, and I remember he said he was on the East Coast (or somewhere close to it).

(Was a two-part dream. Woke up again in the middle of the night - I really need to stop that. It makes me feel groggy when I wake up.)

Through the first part of my dream, I was helping my friend try to find something he needed for school. After showing him some of my old stuff I was trying to get rid of, he did find it, just not in the right color. So we go to this gigantic bookstore, and I quickly find myself distracted by rows upon rows upon rows of books. . . The ultimate daydream.

I asked the cashier for a specific book, but quickly ignored that and simply went into the sheleves to find books that I might like instead. All of the titales looked amazing, the cover art was great, and I wanted to buy every single one of those books and read them. I didn't have the time, unfortunately. Or the money.

I woke up shortly after I'd purchased a book I'd already been reading - something about a video game, as I recall.

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The second dream involved a gigantic group of superheroes there. Flash, Superman, Wonder Woman - they were all there. Some my own mind created. They were arguing about the destruction done to one of their planets and who had been the cause of that calamity. I was standing on my front porch, kind of just watching the action flicker from one person to the next, and several times I had to try and convince myself not to facepalm.

And then I did, because the arguement deteriorated into, "who has the best animals."

And so they bring forth Earth dogs - my dogs - and the alien dogs. It just so happened that it happened to be a copy of my golden retriever, Sammy. They were so alike, I couldn't tell the difference. But as I stopped and petted all of the dogs as they argued, I realized the alien dog was slimmer than mine, and with a different collar. But as I smiled and extended my hands towards him, though, I swear I saw a little bit of a smile on the dogs face.

Then I woke up.

(Seems like my brain wants to continue the Digimon trend. Alright, I'm game.)

Me and my friends were riding a motorcycle, except there were three of us on there. Somehow the driver lost his balance, and down we went. I was screaming as I hit the pavement, felt my arm drag heavily against the asphalt, but only suffered a minor scrape on my arm. A car was fast approaching the intersection, and as I looked at it, a new piece of fear wove through me.

"Don't hit me! Don't run me over!" I screamed desperately, and I closed my eyes as I heard the car screeching, only to find the tread of the front tire inches away from my forehead. As I breathed a collective sigh of relief, I gathered everybody up and determined us fit and fine. Nobody had been hurt.

The next day I found myself in a department store. It was big, fancy, and very high tech. As I was browsing around, I couldn't help but think that I was being followed. Lo and behold, I was. A man was stalking me through the store, bloody murder in his eyes. Somehow, he got injured - whether or not it was a clothing rack of some kind falling on him or he was already injured - I don't know. But then he was chasing after me.

I beat him to the elevator and stabbed the "down" button, and the doors blissfully shut before he got there. I could hear his screams as he beat on the elevator door. Once out, I quickly looked for a place to hide, and sought refuge in the women's restroom. Crawling under the overhang of the sinks, I tucked my knees against my chest and I waited for the man to come screaming down to where I was. He did, yelling my name and frantically running to and fro, but he could not find me. A young boy entered the bathroom looking for his mother, and I caught sight of him.

"Psst." I said, a gentle smile on my face, "Come here. We'll wait here, where it's safe." He did as I asked, seemingly thinking it was a game of some kind.

As the crazy man drew closer to the bathroom, I remember thinking I wished there was some way I could escape. . . And instantly, I was in another place. A bar, of some kind, with grungy men scattered everywhere. They looked rather like pirates - and imagine my surprise to discover that they were pirates. I soon found that I was in the Digital World, and in a town that had run bone-dry of water.

I don't know why, but I set out to find the problem. Find it I did. A village of smaller digimon had dammed up the lake that led to the Pirate Town. The only way to free this lake was to hit the main control switch at the center of it. Clambering over a trail of floaties leading to it, the Digimon tried to squirrel me away, but I hit it and the dam broke. They were mad at me instantly, but I was mad right back.

"How could you? There's plenty of water for everyone to share. Stop this nonsense right now."

Both towns resolved the matter peacefully, but almost instantly afterwards, I was in the real world. Almost breathing another sigh of relief, I went about my daily life before I discovered my brother handing me an odd camera. He begged me to take a picture of him using the new camera. Frowning, I obeyed, getting the feeling that something was off, and as soon as I did, he disappeared. He'd been transported to the digital world. I tried desperately to find him, but could not.

Right as I gave up home, two Digimon came to the real world - Beelzemon and another Digimon. I was looking outside for my brother to find the pair coming out onto the porch and then shooting fruit. With their incredibly powerful weapons. When I stared at them, about to tell them to knock it off, Beelzemon gave me a "so?" stare.

"I'm callibratin' it." He just replied simply.

I woke up shortly after.

(This dream was two, actually. I woke up once, and then fell back asleep again and dreamt a less vivid dream. Kind of irritating - I was off to a good start. Digimon was centered around Season 4.)

I was in the Digital World with a couple other kids, but we'd gotten seperated from another girl. Me, being concerned about her, said we should try to locate her. The other Digidestined asked me how - the Digi World was so big, it could take weeks to search all over. This stumped me, but then I thought, "well, we're all connected, aren't we? We should be able to trace that connection back to her."

So I asked them to join hands with me, close their eyes, and focus on her. It seemed to take a very, very long time. We had to concentrate very hard - but eventually a picture of her rose up in my mind - but then an evil Digimon attacked us, quickly knocking us apart.

Angry, we all Digivolved into our respective forms, and were working on a strategy -

But then I woke up.

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All I can remember from this one was there was a military unit, and a man was in it. They were supposed to infiltrate this building by a cliffside, but when they entered, one of them soon found himself boxed in. Afraid of being shot, he darted around, unable to quite see his environment too well. Finally he turned back to the cliff and jumped over it, where he was going to hit the water before he saw his unit on another cliffside.

He teleported over there safely. To me, this "teleportation" looked like the world slowed down around him, and he was covered in a gold-like aura because he moved incredibly fast. It took two of these 'flashes' to get up on the cliffside.

I woke up right after that.

(I'm curious about the other dream, wondering if it was possibly a shared dream?)

(Based on a romance novel series my sister got me into.)

I was in Doc E's house, with his wife, Taylyn. She was heavily pregnant and we were just talking about the baby and her life with E. I was their sister, except without the full-blown Seminus status. I grinned as Taylyn told me something hilarious, and then I was cocking my head because I heard something. Like a door splintering. I slipped out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a woman was looking at me, a wickedly creepy smile on her face.

"Tell me where they are." She said, right before she pulled out a knife and went for me. I managed to fight back, and ended up with only a couple scrapes, but as if that triggered something, all the sudden the house was just filled with people that were like ninjas.

I fight through a few more, to Taylyn, and manage to convince her to hide. She's pregnant - regardless of whether or not she can fight, the baby might be hurt. As soon as I get her hidden, I sneak back into the house and find that the ninjas discovered three odd-looking artifiacts - a key, a box, and a necklace. All of them were sharp lines and curves and black. Demonic-looking. I manage to steal the key and the box back, and I shove them into Taylyn's hiding place.

As I go back into the house, I find a man there. He's looking at me stoicly, and he pulls out a long knife. It looks really sharp.

"Tell me where they are." He says tonelessly, and I spit, "Go to hell!"

We go at it, but I know I've already lost. I attack, but he raises the knife and I catch it in my hand. I scream - it hurts, it stings, worse than anything I've already felt. Regardless, he tries to get me again, and I catch the blade once more. Angry at me, he sends me down onto the floor and leans over me, chuckling in my ear.

"I want you to deliver a message to your brothers. . . I will find it." And with every word, he slices me open, leaving me a bloody mess on the kitchen floor.

I black out then, the pain too much to take. When I do wake up, it's because somebody is in the house, but I can't warn Taylyn. My breathing is so choppy. It's like I'm hyperventilating. I try to get up, but only crash back onto the floor and groan. Then somebody is calling my name - it's E and Shade, I assume Wraith must be somewhere else in the house, searching for other intruders.

They're afraid to touch me, and I can barely see them. I can't focus on them, my head feels foggy and I'm too tired. E and Shade start cursing at me and tell me not to go back to sleep, to stay with them. I try to tell them what happened, but my odd breathing make it difficult.

But I manage to spit it out, and E thanks me wholeheartedly for keeping Taylyn safe. Then there's an ambulance, and they lift me up onto a gurney so get me to Underworld General. I'm fading fast, but I try to tell E that Taylyn has the key and the box he'd had hidden.

As I fall asleep again, the last thing I remember are the hospital lights flashing overhead as I'm wheeled into the OR, people desperately shouting orders and the loud squeal of the gurney wheels ringing in my ears.