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The dream started with me going through this maze of stairs and various "levels" that all resembled something you'd find at a mall. Escalators lead to long carpeted hallways with glass on either side. I made my way through all of this with two people that I don't know in real life. We finally came to stop in front of a large ship. It resembled an oil tanker, but there weren't any crates on top. Suddenly this second "thing" came out of the water next to it. I'd describe it as a futuristic submarine; it was as large as the tanker and had a very "organic" shape to it. It also had tons of these cybernetic "tentacles" coming out of it, that grabbed hold of the tanker. For some reason it seemed that ship was being controlled by some kind of government overlord, who now had complete control over every aspect of our infrastructure. I was paranoid they would listen into my conversation with my friends, so I ran away and started going back through everything that we had previously traversed through. I arrived at what could be considered the "lobby" of the mall area, although it kinda resembled a food court.

At this point I woke up and decided to get a drink. Once I got back into bed my next dream involved this guy who was some kind of criminal mastermind. This took place at the music school I go to. A friend and I managed to restrain him and keep him in a chair long enough for professors to come and help us. We called the police, and started carrying him outside. At some point though he tried to get something out of his pocket. I saw him do this and retrieved a phone. Thinking he was trying to signal something, I ran outside. As I did so, a huge rumbling noise started to shake the building. I shouted "Bomb!" and ran outside, thinking that if I could smash the phone it would stop the detonation. The criminal man shouted for me to stop and broke free from his restraints. He ran after me, but I had already put the phone in the street and had a car that was passing by run it over. As soon as the phone broke, the rumbling stopped. Then suddenly a flash came from behind us, and the school imploded into nothingness. I assume the bomb was set to blow whenever the phone stopped transmitting.

This is the dream that with slight variations has been repeated for years. These are dreams that are classified as anxiety dreams. Last night, the dream began with the fact that I was again accused by the authorities in Cuba of doing something against the government. I could not remember doing anything . Supposedly according to the dream, I should stay six months in prison and then I was worried about losing my job here in America. Some nurses were trying to examine me and I began arguing about the lack of rights in Cuba. At that point I woke up. This is a non lucid dream that has been repeated many times with slight variations. In spite of having been repeated so many times I have never become ludid in them.