Another girl (I did not recognize her) and I were in a department store trying on dresses. She was really rich, but not snobby at all. She needed a dress for some reason or another. She grabbed a whole bunch of them to try on, and I was going to help her pick it out. The first one she grabbed had a princess waistline, but it flowed from there to a lot of fabric. I told her that it looked like a nightgown, and that she needed something that was more fitted in the waist - maybe an A-line. I pulled in the skirt to show her what I meant. I noticed that she was pretty petite, but curvy. She started to look for another, and I tried on a pretty dress I had found. It was white with a long skirt. It felt really heavy material.

One of the sales ladies commented on what good taste I had, and that it fit me perfectly and was perfect for my body type. She told me that my friend has no clue when it came to picking out clothing that looks good. The girl showed back up and the sales lady asked her if she was going to keep coming into the boutique to get advice on dresses. She said 'of course, my mother and I have no sense about things like this. We only know what looks pretty.'

A large group of people, myself included, was walking through the woods. I believe we were going from the school we attended to the store, but the destination is not important. The trek was really quite long, and it felt as if we had to pass through many villages to get to our destination. All of the villages had been attacked and were covered in blood. Many of the inhabitants had been killed or seriously injured. The amount of blood in each place was shocking. Yet we moved on from place to place, where the terrifying damage got worse and worse - and we became more scared for our lives. We had some type of science fiction weapons drawn in order to protect ourselves. After we had got to our destination, we turned around to head back. One person found a trail through the woods and followed it, thinking we might avoid the terror we had to pass through the first time. I followed.

Then I was in a flying vehicle with three other people, all of whom I consider my friends. I was sitting in the front passengers seat, a male was driving, and a male and female were sitting in the back. We got pulled over by the futuristic version of the cops. We all made sure we were buckled before the cop got to us. He asked for our identification, but the boy in the back didn't have his. He ran the other three though his scanner then asked us all to get out of the vehicle and into his. We complied.

We were now in a building and sat from left to right: me, the driver, the backseat boy, and the backseat girl. We waited and waited for the policeman to come talk to us or throw us in jail for not having proper identification. He started coming - he looked like a giant dark green crocodile. He was coming from directly behind me and was so large that he stepped right over me. He told me to hold out my identification. My ID looked like an airline boarding ticket. I was really scared. He took it and sniffed it long and hard, then handed it back to me. Obviously there was nothing amiss with mine. He did the same with the driver of the vehicle and gave it back.

He asked for the backseat boy's identification. He was shaking when he handed up some papers that were definitely not his ID. The crocodile cop sniffed it a really long time, then handed it back, all while glaring at the boy. He asked for the girls, sniffed it as well, and then got a confused look on his face. The girl's ID was for a middle-aged man. The cop left us for a while and we were so nervous in what he was going to do with us. He came back and told us that we could go. Just like that. No charges; we weren't in trouble.

I had just walked up a stairwell on school grounds, and this coffee mug was kind of hovering in front of my face. I started to brush it aside, but it spun and attached itself to my hand. The mug was a solid bright metallic blue, and I could not get it off of my hand. I heard an explanation in my head, saying that whenever someone touches a mug it will attach itself. It was some sort of security measure the school was implementing, and every student was getting one. On my way to class, I managed to break off the handle of the mug and take the majority of it off of my hand. I saw that some people walked right past some mugs without obtaining one. I asked one of them why, and she told me that it was because her homeroom teacher didn't want to participate.

I went on to my math class and studied the contents of the mug. Inside was a little computer chip under the paint. I worked long and hard with a nail file to chip it out of the paint. When the teacher came around, the mug was now in the shape of a bowl and I put it on my head. I and many other students were trying to transfer to the homeroom whose teacher didn't want to participate, but the room was packed full. I tried to squeeze into the room, but I couldn't because of how many people were in there.

I was sitting in the passenger's side of a small car with the door open and my feet hanging out. I was wearing my roller blades, so my feet were really heavy. My knees were spread apart; my elbows rested on my knees and my chin on my hands. A guy who was also on roller blades was rolling around, but tripped and slid for quite a ways towards me. I felt like I knew him from my childhood, though my conscious self doesn't recognize him. I pulled him towards me and we started kissing passionately until I pulled away shortly after. I told him that this wasn't right, and swung my legs into the car so that I was facing forward.

I took off my roller blades and then we were in a sled - I in front and he behind. It was slowly moving, but I yelled to stop it because my right foot was broken. Then I noticed that his was, as well. We started over a hill before we could get it to stop. When I was ready to continue with the trip, I put it into gear. We started going really fast down the hill when I realized that I should have gone in second gear, not drive - then we wouldn't have gone as fast. But if I put it into second gear now, then the sled would spin out of control. And I didn't want that, especially with my broken leg.

The hill was long and it was nighttime, so it was hard to see what was coming next. But we safely made it to the bottom and stopped near a fence. He and I limped into a nearby building and met up with my high school calculus teacher, Francie Roberts. She asked where I had been, that she had so much stuff for me. I found it odd that she would still be accumulating projects for me after I had graduated. She asked how I had broken my leg, and why I didn't have a cast on. I told her that it was a long story. I followed limping to her room and she gave me piles of sheet music and music books.

There in the room were some male classmates and friends playing on the computers like they had done in her class in high school. I got the feeling that they had never left and felt sorry for them

I was in an apartment, it was mine in the dream - the second floor of a duplex - and I had a female roommate. She was heavyset and we got a long great. I was leaving the apartment to go somewhere when we started kissing quite passionately. I pressed up against her and noticed that she had an erect penis. I kinda flipped out about thins since I had thought she was a girl, but I couldn't get away. After some time of struggling, I fled the apartment.

Then Melissa, my sister, and I were driving up a hill, kinda like East Hill in Homer. Then all of a sudden our car was gone and we knew that it had been stolen. So we kept walking up the hill in order to find the thief that took our car. The road became quite a considerable grade in that we now had to climb up the road as if it were a vertical cliff. So we're climbing and climbing straight up the yellow line of the road when we see this older man. He had a dog that had just had puppies, but he gave them all away. He and his small dog joined us in our climb.

Not far into the climb his dog had puppies again. We were very excited to see it happen. He placed her and her puppies in a basket he had for them. The dog rolled over so that the puppies could feed, and I noticed that she didn't have any swollen nipples like new mothers do. I thought that this was because the nipples don't enlarge until a few hours after the puppies were born. But then I knew that wasn't right. I looked on, puzzled, as the puppies tried and tried to get some milk. Something was wrong, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Then it dawned on me: the mommy dog had a penis that the puppies were trying to feed from. I felt what the puppies were doing was wrong, and I tried to make them stop.

I was in a large room with a lot of people all standing in one line that swerved throughout many stations in the room. I found myself at the end of this line. As the line progressed through the room, I stopped at a few stations. My university advisor led one. He asked me a slew of questions, all of which were difficult. After answering the questions, he signed a piece of paper and sent me on to the next station. A high school acquaintance, Ilsa, led this one. The task was to create a salad. This I did with ease and was confident of the rest of the stations. She signed her piece of paper, and then I turned to head towards the next station.

I saw that it was the last one in the room. I had this feeling that once I completed this last station, I would have accomplished something very great and rare. The line to this station was only a few individuals long. I saw all that was required of me at this station was a complete set of fingerprints. I was very confident and excited that I was finishing this strenuous test. As I approached, someone announced that the time was up: congratulations to those who completed, and better luck next time to those who didn't finish. I was outraged because I was so close to finishing. I pled with the person who led the last station to let me through, that I had a disadvantage because I was the last person in line. But she refused.

I was sitting in a vehicle (though not our current car) in a school parking lot waiting for B. I had been waiting a long time, so I had pulled out a book and was reading when a white truck pulled up along the right side of me and parked. There was a skinny blonde girl driving, and I recognized her as one of our friend's girlfriends. She had rolled down her window and was trying to get my attention. I opened my door and she told me that B was looking for me and had asked her to bring me to him. I said that it was all right and that I should stay and wait for him. But she insisted, and I eventually gave in.

We left both vehicles and walked into the school, wandering through the hallways for some time until we came upon the gymnasium. We peeked in through the windows on the doors and saw a lot of guys running up and down the court. I saw the clock said 8 o'clock and realized that I had been waiting for him for 2 hours. I didn't want to go in and say hi so I started to leave. The blonde girl tried to stop me and make me go in, but I refused and went back to the car.

When I got back to the parking lot, my car was gone. The space where it had been was empty. Both vehicles next to it (both white) were still there, but mine was gone. I started flipping out and blaming the blonde girl. She said that she hadn't known that "she" would take the car. I asked her who "she" was, and the blonde said that "she" was my mother. B hadn't asked for me, but my mother had asked the blonde to bring me into the school for a while.

I paced back and forth for some time waiting for either the car to be returned or B to come find that the car was gone, whichever came first. Thankfully, mom drove up in the car and parked it back in its spot. I opened the door and was so mad at her for sending someone to distract me then taking the car without telling me. I angrily asked why she did it. Then she lectured me about leaving something incredibly valuable inside of a car without anyone to guard it.

I asked what she was talking about and she held up a gallon-size ziploc bag with B's uneaten lunch. She said that this was the most valuable thing that I had and I just left it unattended and didn't even care about it. I lowered my head in anger at her and shame at myself as she took every piece out of the bag and showed me every article of food that was in it. She said that I should be thankful she was the one who found it because anyone else would have eaten it.

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