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(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.