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This dream occurred on the night of January 23, 2011. In this dream, my fiance is not really my true fiance, he is a dark haired, skinny man.

We were boarding a train. We were going to Rome for some sort of trip, it felt like a school trip, but my family was going. We were going to go stay with a friend of my fiance's. During the train ride, we were seated next to two famous psychology professors that were being swooned over. People kept asking me who they were, and I just kept replying "They're professors from _____ University". (At the time the school had a name and the professors had names too, but I can't remember them

We arrived in Rome and went to my fiance's friends' apartment. It was on a higher story, and it was a darkly lit space. It had a bedroom to the left, a living space to the right of the front door where the window was, and then in the back was another sleeping area that wasn't closed off. There didn't seem to be a kitchen or cooking space. My fiance's friend greeted us and they began to catch up. We heard a noise in the bedroom area to the left and the friend said it was his room mate. He told us not to talk to him, he was strange and prone to anger.

It was night when we arrived, and our bed's had been made out. Our bed was some blankets on the floor and my fiance's friend was going to sleep on the couch next to us. My fiance kept talking to his friend and I was laying there awkwardly. Then we all started going to sleep, but my fiance kept pushing me away and looking at his friend and they'd whisper to each other. His friend suggested that they should go out. I gave my fiance a look, to imply we had a busy day, and he started to tell me how he couldn't be tied down anymore and how he needed to be free from me. I didn't even protest, I just sat on the make shift bed. He and his friend began to talk about the girls they would meet and I felt this was really inappropriate since I was sitting there. They got up and left and I was shattered.

I walked into the front living space, where my parents were sleeping on an air mattress, and I saw a trundle bed that was really small made up. I figured it was for my sister, but since she wasn't here, I got in the bed and began to cry. I took my ring off of my ring finger and set it on the table. Then, thinking better of it, hoping my fiance would reconsider, I put it on my middle finger. Every time I wanted to start to cry, I would tell myself "You don't have anyone anymore. There's nothing to cry about, it won't change it".

I remember laying on the tiny bed, barely able to fit my torso, with my legs curled up so they wouldn't fall off, and thinking how close we were to the creepy room mate. I drifted to sleep, but woke up to a strange looking man staring at me, standing over me. I thought it was a dream, until I really looked and saw him standing there, his arm on my arm. I jerked awake and he disappeared. My mom asked me what was wrong and I whispered "He was standing over me".

About that time, my now ex and his friend returned and they were loud and obnoxious, talking about the girls they'd been with and laughing. I was furious and lay on the little bed, pretending to be asleep. I kept worrying about the room mate.

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I recalled part of the dream on Feb. 10, 2011

We were in a barn that was old and had seen better days. There was scrap metal piled and loose in the yard in front of the barn and it was strewn everywhere. Inside the barn was a cleared space with bright lights. There were large draft horses out beside the barn in a fenced area that was very muddy. The horses had on muddy, nylon halter and their legs and tails were muddy too. I wanted to go help them, but I then saw someone walking back toward the property. He was dressed in a suit and had on sunglasses. He had two men behind him. I then heard rustling behind me and some men inside the barn appeared. They were holding guns. I hid behind a piece of scrap metal as the two groups opened fire on each other. My family was there beside me then, and we had to run to get inside the barn to safety by flitting from junk pile to junk pile. We crawled through a hole in the barn wall. Inside, the open area, there was a steel chair and a person was seated and had wires strapped to them. I was concerned and the gun fire had come inside and there was blood all over the place where men had fallen and either gotten up or dragged themselves to a safer place. I felt like an observer, watching the chaos, and no one saw me.
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Some time passed, and we were in a large hall. There was a clear pool that was very large, Olympic sized. I was with a group of people, I assume still in Rome, and my ex was there too, but I wasn't with him. We were looking at the sights in what seemed to be a tour. We all waded into the pool and looked around. The water was about neck deep when you were standing. It was warm and pleasant.

I then realized I needed to brush my teeth. I had on braces for some reason, and I needed to brush them. I got out of the pool and walked to a bathroom down a hallway and it was my Aunt and Uncle's bathroom (Not literally, but I knew it was. I already had tooth paste in my mouth and needed to spit it out. I spit into the sink and turned on the water, but white liquid came out. I realized it must be milk, since that was supposed to be healthy, so I washed my mouth out with milk.

I had this dream over a week ago, but I haven't had the time to write it down

My sister and I are waiting for the babysitter. I think to myself this is odd, because we are both adults and I even have my own home. I think to myself I am upset that our mother would make us go to a babysitter, when we capable of watching ourselves. We in a downtown area, near what appears to be the ocean. Our babysitter pulls up in a white BMW. We get in, the leather seats are tan. She is on the phone, in a suit, and is chatting away. My sister and I exchange glances of irritability. The woman pulls up in front of what looks like a quiet restaurant. She waves for us to follow her. It is dusk out, the trees outside the building are willows, there are lights outside lining the roof, like christmas lights, but they are white and are there all the time. It is chilly out, but not cold. My sister and I walk in and there are many business people in suits carrying briefcases seating themselves at high tables on tall, barstool like chairs. There is music coming from the back of the restaurant, or what we now realize is a cafe. My sister and I seat ourselves at a barstool table looking out over the road, where the car is parked, and wonder when our mother will be by to pick us up. We are aware we have at least a few hours to wait. A colleague of mine, Broc, walks up from nowhere and tells us he too is waiting to be picked up. We acknowledge the people around us, and a waitress meanders around taking drink orders. As I am talking to Broc, I don't notice my sister slip away. Finally, he asks me where she went and I know she went in the back room. I make my way back there, aware that I have my phone and bag with me. Women are wearing fake, white wigs and there is a black light. They are dressed like 'sexy' aliens, I suppose, in high, platform silver boots and short skirts that are black and silver. I tell them my sister went back there. Normally there is a fee to go to the 'club' but I push past them. I see a large arena like area, with stadium seating to the right. I walk out onto the field of dead grass. It is an indoor arena, for there are walls on all sides. People are wearing jerseys of their favorite sports teams and I am looking for my sister. I see an old school-mate, Tyler, and walk over to him. I am trying to climb the steps but they are too high- more like walls. We then spot her in a crowd of people, intoxicated. I am disgusted and decide she can handle herself. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes and everyone starts lining up. Men are on one side, women on the other. We all start moving, and I am smashed in between people. I see people are moving toward an opening in the far wall. I rush to get out of the crowd as a stampede begins. The music is louder there, and the 'party' has moved to this arena.

I run out onto the deck of a ship. We are on a large freighter, or maybe a cruise ship. Tyler is among the people that ran out, and I follow the group. A drill sergeant is shouting for us to run down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a tarp that is spread over open water. We are on the bottom level of the ship and there is a rope that extends the length of the tarp (maybe 50 feet). The sergeant wants us to run across the tarp, it will help our balance. I am concerned, because I don't want my phone to get wet, but I follow the others. As I inch my way out on the tarp, which still moves over the water, but is taut enough that it doesn't descend, I turn to see a wave moving toward us. It rushes into the open space of the bottom deck, crashing into the steel wall of the hull of the ship. I note that my legs are wet and begin to panic that my phone will get wet. I move faster across the area, clinging to the rope. A bigger wave rolls in and I grip the rope as it pushes me, engulfing my entire body. The water recedes and I am trying to get to the other side of the tarp. Other people crossing have fallen and been pulled into the wave that didn't hold onto the rope. Waves continue to roll in and I think to myself "My new phone is ruined!". I am upset, but make it to the other side. When there, I feel in my back pocket and my phone is gone. I climb up red clay mountains, and look down to see two boys, maybe 18-19, that are tanned dark from the sun. One boy has sandy blond hair, a white, ripped tank top, and red shorts. He is diving into the water with a net and gathering cell phones on the bottom of the ocean. I see phones scattered in piles. I call down and ask if they found my iPHone. He says no. I ask him if he can look. He says he can, but I'd have to buy the phone back from him. I am so concerned about being withotu a phone I tell him ok. I tell him I'll pay him whatever he wants. He tells me the price is $1.50, and that he doesn't feel comfortable selling me my OWN phone back. I am irritated, and I see a mouse. I follow the mouse, for some reason, and he leads me up the rocks to the top of a mountain. There is a ceiling, now, for some reason, and its a paneled, office type ceiling. I crouch on the top of the mountain, only 2 or so feet to spare above my head if I am crouching, and look down. There are weird animals, almost like buffaloes, down below. I think this is strange.

Thats as much of the dream as I can remember