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12.8.18, Dream 1/2
I was at school with 3 people I know, all of whose names start with a J, where we were eating bread fresh out of the oven with butter. It was our noon break, though mine was significantly longer than theirs, wich resulted in me beeing alone from this point forth. With nothing in particular to do I walked up the main staircase, where a teacher, or at least an adult asked me if I could tell some class that he could not do the social course on behalf of him beeing busy otherwise. He went up with me for a bit, now on a staircase entirely unfamiliar to me and pointed at a door. This door was two stories above where we stood, so I went upstairs, passed one floor and made for the second set of stairs. I was a few steps up when he sshouted at me I was to go back, so I did, returning to the door directly beneath the one I had thought he had pointed at. I asked wether this was the correct door, to wich he replied that it was the one directly above this one, so I began ascending once again, arguing with him about why in the world he called me back when I was going the right way. At some point he climbed over the stair's railing and began fooling about. At one point another teacher came by and talked to us for a bit, until the first man suddenly fell, hit a ledge on a lower floor leaving behind orange and yellow textmarker rather then blood, and then falling out of my sight. At that point a friend turned up carrying out something asking me if I could help him by holding his "friend". I said I would, but I had to go to that room first and tell the people therein that this guy couldn't come teaching for a while on account of having had an accident on the stairs (I was not entirely certain wether he was dead). This I did, although it was hard to begin talking, it felt as though I was out of breath.

17.8.18
This is only a fragment of a dream, but I thought it, in contrast to the rest of the dream, worth including.

I was in a shop, where a gril I know appeared. Scene set. Another girl I could not yet see addressed her wich made me assume this was her sister, although the voice was not hers. My dream then reshaped itself to fulfill my expectations: When I first looked at the girl, I could only see parts (e.g. Hairs) of the girl I expected to see. The rest of her appeared and the dream continued.

Dream 1
I sat in a Restaurant or anything of that sort at the same table as a pretty girl. We were talking, until she suddenly grew scared and began to cry. I asked her if she was alright, to wich she simply replied 'No,' got up and ran. After what appeared to be a while I was walking around in a city and there met her, so I walked up to her and asked her what she had been afraid of. She then told me about some dude she kept on seeing and running after but never catching up to. All of a sudden she went stiff and pointed at someone with a dark green pullover walking on the other side of the street, signaling that was the guy she had referred to earlier. When he realized she had seen him he started running, so I took her hand and said "This time there'll be two of us running after him" and, letting her go again, began to sprint. The guy turned around and I could see his face, it looked somewhat asian. While running I thought that, if I were dreaming right now, running could get shortened quite a bit, so I performed an RC - wich was negative. I did not focus as much as I should have, so I may have just overlooked my ability to breathe through a pinched nose, I don't know what happened. It really bugs me. On with the story. At some point he stopped running, and turned to face us. I fought him, at first we were both armed with whiplike elastic strings, later we engaged in unarmed close combat. I did pretty well but ended up lying on the floor unable to move, having to watch him rape her. Note: I was constrained not by his body but by some invisible force. By this point three other girls had appeared who, despite beeing on our side, did not intervene and instead laughed at the guy mocking the poor girl for not beeing fun.
The next scenes have taken place (maybe among others) in a train, some form of coach and a park. I was talking now to all four of the girls who turned out to be two pairs of sisters who, alike the guy I fought earlier, had superhuman powers, and were organised in houses and hierarchies of siblings wherein the age determined the rank. I asked them how one could kill one of their kind since choking had not worked in the fight earlier, and was told that it had something to do with the sister one bit older.

I was, alongside several people, in a world looking like Fortnite. We were fighting, or rather running away from a giant. I lay under what appeared to be a bed, trying to get to some sort of an airplane wich I could complete and fly to safety. Since I was not able to leave my shelter without being spotted and attacked, I ended up getting everyone on the bed and flying off with it. I may have crashed, though I am not certain of that.

I was in a room with four groups of four sisters each. I did know some of them, but never more than one per family. One of the oldest girls took me out into the corridor and asked me if I had been kissed yet today. I said that I hadn't, but before anything could happen, the rest of the girls came out and the dream faded.

It may then have changed into this dream, or else this is an entirely new one. To get all of this dream I must mention the fact that I am usually a guy, because, in this dream, I was not. I was very certainly a girl having sex with a guy, and my first time at that, since it hurt quite a bit in the beginning. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dreaming, because I had heard of this happening to someone before, but I didn't snap into realizing what this meant. Anyway, when I began to feel good, the guy was unfortunately already done (I saw something dripping out of me and hope this description is still OK with the forum rules), and my asking for a second round ended with the dream.

I was fighting in some war, currently in a castle. We were ordered to move out of there when I was just edgeing my knife. When I came out last, I stumbled across an officer. I then realized that I had forgotten my knife and went to get it. The officer then addressed me, describing my knife and asking if that was it. At that point I knew I knew him and he knew me and liked me and would recognize me by my knife, but also that I needed him to believe me dead. I thus ran back, picked up to knives in addition to mine, showed them to the officer and pointed out that I had picked up mine and one of the others from a fallen soldier. I left, feeling he did not believe me.