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I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. There is someone sitting next to me. A male. I feel like it's definitely Stiles that's next to me. But there are no details. It's like we are just souls, like light without bodies.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

My forehead is pressed against another person's forehead. The person is holding my face in his hands and we are both a bit panicked. He keeps mumbling that we have to remember, we can't forget.

I woke up lying in a room that I'd never been in before but I knew it was mine. I stay lying down as my eyes wander around the room. Someone shifts next to me so I turn my head to look at them. Stiles looks back at me and smiles. He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. "Are we awake", he asks. I cannot answer him.

Dream Fragment 1: I'm standing nowhere, screaming at the top of my lungs. I don't know how long I scream but when I stop, I realize that someone is standing next to me. I suddenly find myself looking up and into the face of Stiles. He looks worried. I look down and notice that he's holding my hands. I look back up at his face and squeeze his hands in mine.

Dream Fragment 2: I'm sitting in the passenger's seat of a car. Mom is driving. We are on the freeway. I'm looking at the other side of the freeway, which is at a complete stop. There are a ton of people on the other side just walking around and doing nothing. I turn to Mom and ask her why they are doing that.

Dream Fragment: Stiles and I stand alone in a dark forest clearing. The only light coming from the full moon. We stand side by side. Our shoulders are touching and his left hand grips my right hand tightly, our fingers interlocked. There is no sound but our breathing. We wait in silence.

I'm walking through an obnoxiously clean, beautiful house. I'm talking Martha Stewart perfect. The kind of perfect that makes you uncomfortable and terrified, because that's when you will suddenly become the most clumsy person in the world and all hell will break loose, your hands being the bringers of destruction. I walk past a long, glass dining room table. Sitting alone at the table is Stiles. As I walk by, he looks up at me and smiles, as if to say everything is alright. That's the feeling I get from him. I smile back at him and continue walking. I walk into a kitchen. There, standing behind a counter top, is an older man. He is really tall and thin. He's wearing a lime green t-shirt. His hair is white and below his waist and he has a big, bushy mustache. I stop in front of him and tell him how much I like his hair. I tell him that it looks just like my dad's hair. He smiles politely and says thank you. He turns away from me for a second and then turns back around to face me again. His hair is now clipped short and neat. His mustache is no longer there. I instantly know that that can't be right. Something is wrong. I start to wonder what could have happened and then I wonder if I did that. But there is no way that his mustache and long hair could just disappear. Then I wake up.

(While small, I believe this is my first experience with lucid dreaming. I became aware, even if only for a short time.)

I'm walking down a long, white hall way. It reminds me of a hospital. At the end of the hall is a huge room that looks like an office space. It's filled with desks and papers and people. I see Stiles. He's running frantically around the room and talking to people. I leave the room and go into a diner-like room. It's not too crowded, which makes me happy. I walk up to a long table and Rem (my cat) is sitting on it, watching me. I start petting him and he purrs and relaxes. I look away from Rem and the whole room is staring at me in shock. I know that no one else but me could touch Rem. I feel proud. I decide that I'm hungry and get into the food line. There is an order window and I look at the menu hanging above it. I really want a burger and fries. I get seriously annoyed when they tell me that they don't have cheese. A boy walks up to me and starts apologizing. He says that he's sorry and that he'll be happy to help me in any way he can. I say okay and he gets in line behind me. When I'm about to order, Stiles gets in front of me. He tells me that he's scared and he wants to go home. I smile and tell him that everything is okay. He smiles back and turns toward the window to order. I grab his hand and we both relax.

Stiles Stilinski and I are walking fast out of an apartment complex. He's holding my hand and we hurry to the parking lot. We walk up to a light blue, 50's-looking car. The doors are open and it looks like it was broken into. Stiles tells me to get in and I do. He starts the car and we speed away. We end up in my old house on Almond Drive, but the inside is my Uncle's house. My dad is there. I walk up to him and punch him really hard in the face. I then leave the house and start running down the street. Someone, a man, is chasing me. I can't see his face and he's right behind me. I finally stop and fall to the ground in front of a group of people. I recognize some of them. I turn around and the man is right in my face. I close my eyes. When I open them again a few seconds later, Stiles and I are in the Almond Drive house kitchen, staring at a fish tank. We are watching a beautiful white cat with blue eyes. He's swimming and looking at us. I know that the cat is still too young. But as soon as he is old enough, I will take him from the tank and keep him. Stiles agrees. And then we are back at the apartment complex. We are leaving in a hurry again. Stiles is holding my hand tighter and we are walking faster. I look behind me and there is a woman staring at us from a balcony. It makes me horribly uneasy. Stiles notices her too and hurriedly pulls me into the same old car. We speed away.