I was walking down the hallway of our apartment building towards the back stairwell, most likely taking out the trash. I went through the swinging door separating each half of the building, I saw B's bicycle (the one that had been stolen) leaning up against the hallway wall. It stood next to an apartment door standing wide open, inside the apartment was almost empty of possessions yet still had people in there, as if the inhabitants were moving out. I grabbed the bike and rolled it quickly back to our apartment to show B. I noticed that the rear tire (the one missing at the time of it being stolen) was a small street tire while the front was still the original mountain bike tire. I had him look and see if the serial number was his, and he saw that it was. I wanted to tell him to call the police and get our neighbors picked up for theft, but I didn't tell him.

I was leaving from a warehouse type store (like Costco or Sam's) with Pam and mom and someone else (I cannot remember). Mom told me that Katy Stevens (a high school friend I haven't seen in a few years) had called while I was gone and had promised to call back that evening. Mom and the other person got into the car and drove off while Pam and I walked. I was going to bring some mail to the post office. I felt awkward walking with Pam alone because we haven't talked in forever, and she wasn't talking in the dream. It was snowing outside, and there was a well-worn path in the snow that we followed. For part of the way it followed some train tracks. The path got terribly narrow so that even in single file we couldn't stay on it properly. I fell a few times.

We finally walked up a small hill and, while there, noticed that there was a couple in a bed behind us being very friendly with each other. We went another step and then suddenly there was a couple in the bed in front of us. Neither the couples nor the beds had previously been there. We smiled at each other and, not wanting to scare the couple, but to keep moving, told one couple that we were on the path and just needed to pass through. So we climbed over the bed.

We made it to my room and Pam was no longer with me. I went in and closed the door. I was looking for the mail I had to drop off at the post office and was going to change when my bedroom door was thrown open. There was standing Heath Herrington with his wife and another couple. I asked what they were doing barging into my room this way - he said that I had no right crawling over their bed earlier and he was mad. They all came in harassing me and I couldn't get them to leave. I had a brush in my hand, which I swung at Heath as he was leaving, but he is much larger than I. So he came back in and pushed me to the floor. I was trying to put on my other shoe so I could properly run, but it didn't fit. I looked and it was Heath's wife's pink sandal that was too large for me.

After much screaming they finally left. I ran down the hall, with the mail, to my Aunt Cris to complain. She was reading a magazine and said there was nothing she could do and I shouldn't stress it. I was so irate at having my privacy invaded and her being so nonchalant made me even more upset. I went and found mom and she asked if Katy had called yet. I told her no. And she said that it must have been a prank call or something.

I was a part of a large (up to 20, id say) group of people. It was nighttime, and we were all swimming in the ocean. We had just finished helping a lady and her son, but now we needed to move on in order to find a better runway so that we could take off. She said goodbye and thank you, and we swam off. Her son threw us candy as we went, and we each caught one - I felt that this was for strength on our next journey. We swam for some time, and then saw a beach to our liking. We had a race to see who could swim to the beach the fastest. I remember flailing quite a bit with all the people around. I moved to the outside of the group and did the backstroke and almost got to the beach first. I was proud of that little accomplishment.

The beach was very narrow and short and there was a sheer rock cliff at the top of it. This wasn't what we were looking for, but we decided to stay a bit longer and gather up our rest. We rested our backs up against the cliff in a group when to our left we saw a huge creature eating a human. The creature finished then came over to our group. We were frozen stiff. The creature was super tall, and looked like a dinosaur - but I knew that the shape was only a disguise. It tried grabbing Melissa, but I yanked her further into the group just in time so it grabbed someone else and took him off to eat him.

We heard this monster explaining that the top of the beach was blocked off so he could easily get food, while the ends of the beaches were only semi-blocked off so his son could get smaller food. We then saw that the cliff was merely a huge fence to keep us on the beach. I figured that we had to get away from this monster, so I decided to run down the beach and into the water. The monster was so huge that it could have reached me instantly, but I overheard him say to the other group that it would be a good practice to have his son get that food.

I swam for a little time and then headed back to what looked like a different beach. I got out of the water and into a cave. I saw scorpions everywhere, and it was all I could do to stifle the scream. I went quickly as to avoid the scorpions when I noticed that they were all frozen still. I felt that they were terrified of this monster and his son and felt that being absolutely still they would avoid being eaten.

I realized too late that this new beach was merely an extension of the beach we were last on, and the large monster came after me. I ran into a building which was this monsters house - it was surprisingly cozy. I ran upstairs until I came to the monsters bedroom. I stepped in, and saw that the ceiling was huge as was the bed - like the creature grew at night or something. There was a ramp leading down from the door as well as a ramp leading up. I turned and kept going up. I passed through an office where a girl my age was sitting on the computer. She told me that I shouldn't try hiding - that the monster loved a chase. But I wouldn't listen to her.

On the other side of the office was the son's room - this also had a ramp leading down and a ramp leading up. I went in and tried to find a place to hide. The best place I found was under the large bed, but I had to push a lot of toys and stuff out of the way. I barely fit - I had to put my feet up against the bottom of the frame to keep them hidden - then I heard the monster coming, looking for me. I tucked the blankets in around me, tensed my muscles so my feet wouldn't slide out, and held my breath. All the noises in the room stopped. I didn't want to believe that the monster had gone, so I stayed in my hiding spot and held my breath.

I woke up in what felt like the exact same position and I was holding my breath.

This dream took the form of an interview, where I was the interviewer. I was talking to a male midget, and he was discussing how difficult it is for someone his size to find the perfect mate. He said that he wasn't focused so much on sex... in fact, he wasn't terribly interested in it except once every five years. He told me that this is when his tortoise (or turtle?) comes ashore to lay eggs. He said that because of his size, the two are a perfect match. That evening was the big event of laying the eggs, so he would give a demonstration.

He waited, naked, on the shore for the turtle to appear. She finally came and went to her nesting place to lay her eggs. As soon as she was in position, he ran after her and jumped on top of her shell. He proceeded to rub his genitalia all over her back (thankfully, my angle of vision was from quite a distance). This went on for the hours it takes for a tortoise to lay her million eggs. When she was done, she rolled over onto her back and "gave him what he wanted", as the little man put it.

I had heard of two people becoming sick and pastor Rick and E were going to visit them. I wanted to go as well, but they left a bit before I did. I had to follow through the subway station. Underneath the inside door of the subway was a phrase that changed with every stop. The paint was all peeling and I used my foot to scrape off the paint, but the phrase was still there. And at every stop the words started fuzzy then sharpened up. I assumed that the letters were coming from some sort of projector.

The doors opened onto one large room where an individual was in bed, obviously sick. No one was in the room, and the patient was asleep. I didn't stay, as I didn't know the individual. Back in the subway, the phrase changed a few more times, and then the door opened on another large room where my friend Rhiannon was in bed. The room was full of people - her parents, Rick and E, her fiancé, brother, and friends. There was also one gentleman whom I didn't recognize, and felt that no one else recognized either. He had about ear-length super curly black hair. Rick and E were busy talking with her parents, her friends and brother and fiancé all distracted... none noticed either this gentleman or myself. This unknown guy was approaching Rhiannon's bed cautiously - as to not awake her. I also approached her bed in the same manner. We looked at her; he smiled at me with a generous, friendly smile - like we were both sharing some secret. Then we both then left - but I got on the subway alone and went back to staring at the phrases under the door.

I was in a large stadium - so either a sports game or a concert - and spotted the lead singer of nsync (whatever his name is - who cares). I went up to shake his hand, but instead he gave me a big hug. I had a little piece of foam with 'nsync' written on it, and gave it to him - he loved it. He also looked at me like we have known each other for a very long time, and I also felt it. We hung out there at the stadium together for some time, talking and finishing the sporting event/concert. I remember him putting his arm around my waist, and my shrugging it off. He was sitting on my right, and he wrote a note to another guy in the band (who was sitting a few rows below us). I peeked at the note, but all I saw was my name at the top of the paper in really feminine handwriting. He then tossed it to the other band member.

We then went to his house. We had Chex mix, and I ended up getting it all over the place. I remember doing a lot of laughing there. He then had to go do something, so he left for a bit. Then his father showed up - this man was old and mean looking. He yelled at me for not keeping the place clean (like he thought I was the maid). He ordered me to get every piece of Chex up off of the floor and furniture immediately. He left, and I began cleaning. I couldn't fit many pieces of Chex in my hand without it overflowing. The lead singer guy showed up, and was really apologetic for my having to clean up alone - it was his fault the Chex were everywhere, too. So he helped clean.... but the crumbs weren't being picked up like they should have been. So I got a rag and wiped down the entire dining room table until it sparkled. I told him I had to go home, and he was sad. But I left anyway.

There was a group of us - I think it my clique of five - and we were out in the wilderness along a lake/desert when all of a sudden upon us came a pack of wild wolf/coyote creatures. So we ran hard out across the lake/desert, expecting to out run the creatures. They started forming a chain that kept growing as each new creature was added onto the end closest to us. And we ran. As long as they were touching each other, they could attack us on the lake. But the very instant that one of the animals broke physical contact with the pack, it died because of the power this lake had. At the last moment as the last creature was added onto the chain, we escaped its grasp.

I was at my friend Ryan's house back in homer - except the layout of the house was more like grandmas. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, where Ryan's mom was drying dishes. I got the glass out of the cupboard, and thought that I should say at least hi to Ryan's mom, but neither one of us said anything. I filled my glass with water, then another friend came in to do the same, but she couldn't find the glasses. I directed her towards the correct cupboard.

She left, and I went over to the window to stand by Ryan's mom, who then turned into my mom. I looked over at the opposite wall and saw a gigantic spider/insect on the wall. It was probably almost a foot long. It had huge plates on its back and head, and I asked mom if it was an armored bug. She said she thought so. I called into the living room to get someone to come kill it - Ryan and a few others were sitting on the couch and laughed because I was afraid of a bug.

Mom and I watched as it crawled slowly up the wall, then mom turned around and the bug started running down the wall and across the floor towards us, like it had sensed us looking at it. I yelled to mom to get it before it got us, so she grabbed a spoon and went after it. She missed with the spoon and the spider ran up and around her leg. She yelled to me to get it off of her. I grabbed a long silver baking spoon and tried to get it. I was on my knees and swatted at the floor once and felt the spider jump up at my face. I hit the floor a few more times in succession, and then mom pulled me up off of the floor. She told me that I had killed it the first try, and that it had an aneurysm. I told her that I had one as well and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I was at mom and dads. It was around dinnertime, and I was getting hungry. So I went to the kitchen to make some dinner. I was going to make spaghetti and meatballs for the whole family. I got the sauce in one pot getting warm and the water in another pot then went to the bathroom while it was boiling. I came back and both of my pots were gone and the burners they were on had been turned off. In their place were two flat cookie sheets covered in non-cooked beans and all sorts of herbs neatly grouped and looking very aesthetic and very purposeful. I couldn't figure out what had happened to my pots. I looked around a bit and found them in the sink and dad was doing dishes. The kitchen felt very crowded with stuff on the counters.

I was upset that mom had thought they were dirty. She stepped into the kitchen, I asked why she took my pots away, and she said that I wasn't watching them so she figured I was done. I got super upset - was crying so hard I could barely talk. I almost yelled that I had just gone to the bathroom for one minute to come back and find that I had been kicked out of the kitchen. I followed mom downstairs trying to get her to tell me why she had done it and trying to convey that she shouldn't have. I told her that I had been hungry and since she hadn't started dinner then I was going to. But my anger and sadness just kept building and building until I was doing that big-breath-in thing that you do when you've been crying reeeeally hard and my speaking was barely a whisper. She handed me my black yoga pants and said, 'There, will that make you happy?' and went back upstairs.

I followed, speechless in my angry tears, and found the kitchen to be empty but for one sandwich-sized plastic bag filled half way with spaghetti noodles cut into pieces the length of the bag so that they all fit perfectly horizontal. That was all that was left of the dinner I had left. I was in sheer agony - dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen rug and wept hard and uncontrollably. I ran out of the kitchen and downstairs to the orange laz-y-boy chair that was always my favorite, grabbed a blanket, and cried and cried. My old dog Chilie jumped up into the chair with me and laid with me. I remember thinking, "I'm not going to survive the entire summer here!"

All of a sudden I wanted to talk to B - he was still in Fairbanks. I went to the family room, but the computer was gone and so was everything else - I remember thinking that it smelled musty. The phone was gone, and there was no phone elsewhere downstairs. I heard Melissa coming down the stairs, so I ran back to the chair and got back under the blanket with Chilie. Mom was right behind Melissa, and they both stood on opposite sides of the chair (Melissa on my left, mom on my right) trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I told them to go away. Melissa grabbed a book from the bookshelf and asked if I had ever read it - if not, then I need to. I caught a small glimpse of the cover and noticed that the word 'sex' was in its title. I pulled the covers up over my eyes to make everyone go away.

I was in a bathrobe in my bedroom - but I wasn't with B. I was with another man.... but we weren't touching. I was sitting in a lounge chair and he on the edge of the bed... just talking. I crossed my legs and was aware that my upper thigh was showing... then was aware that my gentleman friend had noticed, as well. He said that I was beautiful. I asked him something.... maybe 'what's so beautiful about me?' (?) He said that he longed to tough me... then ran through a list of attributes. My hair, my eyes, my breasts, my stomach, my long legs. He said he just wanted to wrap his arms around me and feel my genitalia.

Then some other girls showed up in the room. I recall them all being very gorgeous and very thin - models, perhaps? We had a long discussion. I turned back to my gentleman friend (who was now real-life-friend matt) and he was sitting up masturbating. I asked why he was doing that, and he said that he just couldn't help himself... I do it to him. I left the room confused.

When I returned, the gentleman was now my brother Damon. We were still siblings, but we were acting really young - like we were having a slumber party. When we finally went to bed, he grabbed my breast and said "boobie" and that sent us both into giggling fits.

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