I’m walking towards a building that’s literally in the middle of nothing. It’s run down and it looks like it’s falling apart and poorly maintained. There’s nobody else around. I come to a door and open it. I find myself standing at the top of a long flight of stairs. The stairwell gets darker as it goes further deep into the ground. I run down, and the sounds of my feet on the metal stairs echo through the quiet building. At the bottom of the stairwell I’m greeted by a familiar police officer named Sgt. Dronsfield who silently leads me to a door. He tells me he’ll be standing outside it and to yell if I need his help. He opens the door for me and I walk in. The room is poorly lit and it looks like something out of a horror movie. The only things in it are two wooden chairs, the door I came through and another door on the other wall. That door opens and Brian walks in. He looks dirty, his hair is matted and he just looks insane. He sees me a smiles a grin that does not represent a happy surprise. He stands there for a while, outside the door which is now closed. He pulls out something that looks like a keychain, but what are on it are things that are familiar between us. He pushes me into the corner and backs away. I stand there, waiting for him to say something. He says to me, “I’m thinking about what to kill you with.” Because once in real life when I was with him, he said to me, “I can kill you with anything.” On the keychain, he pulled off a butterfly knife, but when he pulls it off, it breaks, just like it did on the glass bottle in real life. He picks up the broken bit, and he says, “This’ll do.” I yell for help, but no one comes. Then he slits my throat and I die.

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I’m at a fourth of July party. I don’t know why or what happens, but I kill a group of people that constantly harm me or destroy my feelings, with a sword. I don’t know why a sword but that’s just what I used. My dreams skip a lot of things that should happen, like, being caught, trials…but the next thing I know, I’m in confinement. I’m with two other kids there, another girl, and a boy. The boy is allowed to talk, because he’s been there a lot longer than me and the other girl. Both me and the other girl have these weird shocker things attached to us that if we try to talk, will send some high voltage through our bodies. The boy uses my love for artwork and writing as an excuse to have paper and a pencil in our confinement cell. After a few years, we come up with a plan to escape. Despite the fact that we’re being watched by cameras, we somehow learn that the people who watch us are lazy, and simply don’t watch us sometimes. So one day, we break out. In order to leave I have to take off the thing that shocks me, and so does the other girl. She’s fine, but I’m about to die. They can’t take us to a hospital for fear of being caught. There’s a little hotel we stay at, and we use some fake story that a bee stung me and I’m allergic or something, so they can help me. Anyways, I live. We are out for about a month, and the fact that we escaped is one of the top stories on the news. The other top story is also about the boy, who, apparently, is the prince of some important country, and the only prince, who was born to succeed the last ruler. And he obviously can’t fulfill that role, so there’s a big discussion as to who will succeed the family’s royalty (a cousin or somebody, perhaps) or if the legacy has to be replaced with a new family. Anyhow, the dream kind of became a lucid dream where I was controlling the things that were happening, and they weren’t working out good, so I forced myself to wake up.

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I was waiting for someone. I sat on a bench and waited. It was night, and nobody was around. The flowers that surrounded me were bigger than usual. I could touch the moon because it was so much bigger than usual. But they never came.

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It looks like it’s the summertime, and it’s about midnight. I see a girl, and she’s running through an enchanted-like forest, where the ground is covered in only moss and the trees hide her from anything around the forest. Fire flies race around her. She comes to a river. There’s a small dock, and at the end of the dock, there’s a boy waiting for her in a canoe. She gets in the canoe, and they start paddling down the river, quickly, like they’re running away. After they’re quite a ways down the river, they just let the river take them slowly without having to paddle. At that time, the boy takes a beautiful lily from the black water and he gives it to the girl, who ties it in her hair, and kisses the boy. They sit under the stars in that canoe on the black midnight water, in tears. Then the girl takes out a vile of poison, and drinks it. The boy doesn’t stop her; as if he knew she was going to do it. She dies instantly, and he kisses her one last time. And then he takes a knife out and stabs himself in the stomach. The canoe turns over, and there’s a cloud of blood spilling out from underneath.

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Sun leaks through the dirty windows of the school bus as he stares into the scenery. The window is a barrier between he on the fast moving bus and the picture he sees of the world. There is a beach, one with dark, rocky sand and debris from the black water. Though the ocean appears cold and unhappy, it is calm and represents a classic illustration of a New England summer with an old red lighthouse that nests still atop the murky seawater, and a sailboat rushing by grace. The sky is painted with a heavenly shade of blue that not a single cloud is blocking. He looks up to it and thinks of his grandfather. Is he up there? Did his creative fingers paint this canvas, just for his grandson to enjoy? Is it nice is heaven, where he is? He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye, his fingers pushing his glasses up and down as he rubs. Though the bus is filled with other children, they are too loud for him. They create a cacophony with their laughter and songs, but he is not a part of it. He sits alone, and it would be okay for him to cry a tear or two for his grandfather, but he chooses not to. Instead he takes his attention away from the world beyond the bus’s window, and opens his messenger bag for his novel. But just before he looks inside his bag, his attention is switched to something else. The new girl, all alone a few seats back. She sits with her head down, looking at her rings. The boy wonders to himself, is there a story behind those rings? And the stories that must be behind those mint green eyes, pure like a fresh summer fern. She is a walking tale, he concludes. Just with the way she presents herself; the ripped ribbon in her short blonde hair, the tie-dye tank top with song lyrics she wrote on. And then there was also the old jeans shorts that obviously had been jeans once, but had had the bottoms cut off. And they were cut terribly, showing that she must have done them herself. And what about the dirty old yellow flip-flops, taped together on one foot? She was scrawny and pale, looked sad. Like something wrong was on her mind. But in his eyes she looked perfect. Like an angel, sitting in the dusty sunlight on the school bus. And as if in honor of his grandfather, he was now going to paint this beautiful scene in his sketch book and keep it forever there. So pastel in hand, and book open, he scratches his materials into the page, secretively, so no one will see he is drawing the new girl. The chalky, sticky pastels make rainbows on his fingertips as he frantically tries to hurry with his drawing, but making sure he catches every bit of detail in his picture. And when he is done, he looks at his work. Disappointed at first, he accepts it. What better can sixth-grade boy make? Satisfied, he puts the pastels away. The bus stops because the class has reached their destination. Panicking, he hurries to put every pastel away fast. They drop on the floor, and other kids step on them as they walk past, crushing them and breaking them into halves. And when he finally what’s left of his materials put away, his sketchbook is missing. And his heartbeat stops when he sees the new girl holding it, opened to the page of her drawn on it. He gulps and waits for her to hand it back to him, seconds ticking by like hours in his mind. He looks up into her eyes as she drops into his hands. “You’re a really good artist,” she says, with a voice that’s soft like feathers. He smiles and nods, as in a silent ‘thank you.’ She looks into his eyes for a moment, until putting out her hand to say “I’m Nancy. I just moved here from the city.” The boy shakes her hand, and says “Max. Max Schwarz. Nice to meet you, Nancy.” She giggles in shyness. “Come on, Max, let’s go catch up with everyone else. I love the summertime. Maybe you can teach me how to draw.”

And that was the first, and the last summer he spent with her.

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It’s a warm summer night and I’m walking through the forest with no leaves on the ground, just grass and moss. It’s quiet and calm, and nothing about it feels frightening. I see pretty lanterns hanging off of trees a little ways off in the distance, so I walk towards them. I find a gathering of odd creatures whose appearances’ are unexplainable. They don’t move at the sight of me, or speak. They just stare at me. I was getting really …freaked out by them so I decided I’d leave. But they’re surrounding me, and they won’t let me leave. They don’t hold me back, or force me in any way. They don’t make a noise, speak or take their eyes off of me. They just stare. And after a while of trying to escape, I just sit in the middle of all of them. They’re still staring at me, hardly ever blinking. They still make no noise. The pretty lanterns are still lit, and the light makes it easy to see them, and their faces are detailed. Their faces are creepy, but not gross. Just weird. And they still make no noise. So I sit. And after a long while of sitting I stand up and try to leave again. They still make no noise, and don’t let me leave. Eventually, the lights went out. But they were still staring at me. Making no noise whatsoever. I was so afraid of being surrounded by these monsters in the dark and just started screaming. They didn’t do anything but stare at me and make no noise, just like always. It drove me to the point of insanity.

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I remember being on a plane with my dad. He was apparently some sort of world traveler that made efforts to save wildlife and wilderness as his job, and I had to come with him everywhere he went. He needed to be in northern Norway to do something with the ocean this time. We came to the ocean, and he told me to sit on the rocks and wait for him. He said he’d be back for me soon. So I sat on the rocks, and I waited. The rocks were cold, and covered in ice. The day was stormy, so the waves were huge, and they crashed over me and made me so cold that it was unbearable. But I trusted that my dad would be back soon for me, so it didn’t matter. But he never came back for me. Eventually, on the rocks, I died. But the transition from sitting on the rocks, to death, was no different. I was sitting on the rocks, when suddenly, an angel appeared. Everything was silent, and I couldn’t hear the waves anymore, and the only thing I could hear was the angel playing a song (translated as “Sailor”) on an acoustic bass guitar. He sang the whole song to me, and when the music was over, he put his hand out, like he wanted me to come with him.

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I’m living my life in my grandfather’s footsteps; as an artist. I’m a loved graphic novelist, cartoonist, artist and author. I’m sitting on a dock, next to a lake. I’m sketching out an idea for a cartoon. My feet are in the water, and it’s the evening. It’s a beautiful summer night, and as everyone around the lake goes inside for the night, I’m still outside, drawing, now with a lantern next to me. Suddenly in the water, where my reflection should be, I see my grandfather’s face (my grandfather’s ashes are spread on Lake Osipee) and he tells me that my time is coming up. I don’t know what he means by this. I feel a little scared, so I leave. I go inside a cabin, where I then decide to go to bed. As I make my way there, I collapse. I can’t breathe, and I can’t hear anything. I try to yell for help, but I couldn’t speak. I was lying on the ground, unable to save myself.

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For a lot of my dream, I’m overlooking the story itself my dream seems to play out. It starts out with two little kids, a girl and a boy. They’re smart, funny, adorable, and best friends. The boy seems to be kind of at war with himself sometimes though, as if he can’t control some of the mishaps he makes. He doesn’t have the best life at home, and his dad beats him. But the girl is the sensible one who always knows how to talk him through it. He knows he needs her. Not only is she his friend, but also she’s almost like a mother, because she knows exactly what he needs. As they get older, middle school aged, another girl becomes a part of their lives. She soon learns both of them well, and how to take care of the boy and his uncontrollable mistakes and his sad outbreaks because of what’s going on at home. So they go about life, as it was, just the three of them. When high school comes around, everyone is still tight as can be. The boy’s father is now in jail, but he still is haunted by the memories. The scars he left in his heart. The boy begins to act differently, but deep down, he’s still the same. He starts failing, hanging out with other people as well as his old friends, doing drugs, and getting into trouble. Towards the end of their high school life, he and the girl (the one from middle school, not the one from when they were really little) fall in love (you might think that it’d make sense for the girl from elementary school to be that girl/she’d be jealous, but she knows him too well to like him in that way. They have a powerful friendship that’ll always be true, and she’s extremely happy to see her two best friends together in love.) As soon as they turn 18, they get married. They rush everything. Soon she’s pregnant, and the boy’s still making trouble, but he’s straightening out. The girl from elementary school acts like an aunt figure, because she’s always there for both of them. The baby is a boy, and though you’d think they’d have trouble raising a kid so young, they manage it fine. The boy loves his baby, and does his equal share in raising him right. They later have a daughter too, and the boy loves his baby girl so much that you’d think it’s impossible he’d leave. But when the two kids are in elementary school, the boy disappears. I don’t know where, jail? The military? An insane asylum? He just disappears out of their lives for a long time. The girl from the beginning is still best friends with the girl from middle school, and she helps her through this period of time, and helps to raise her kids. When her children are in early middle school/late elementary school, they go to a field trip to a science museum (this is the part of the dream where I realize that the year is in the future and that the things in my dream around everyone were getting more high-tech and stuff through-out the dream) when the boy comes back from wherever he was. He heard that his kids were on a field trip at the museum, so he drives there, and looks for them. He finds his son first, who is surprised to see him. Then they find the little sister, who remembers her dad, but not well. Soon after, the girl from the beginning of the dream and the girl from middle school, who are coming to pick the kids up, see him. She’s happy to see him, but he’s not as happy as she is to see her. She’s saddened by this, and asks to go for a walk with him. They talk forever, I’m not sure about what, but they do. On their walk, a strange lady drives up to them and says, “I was looking for you” to him. That’s when the girl knows that her husband is cheating on her. She’s broken inside, and runs to the girl from the beginning of the dream for comfort. This is when I start seeing everything from the girl’s eyes. I’m her. I’m crying, and crying. Because my whole life was spent for him, I had raised his children, taken care of him as a child, hoped the best for him while he was away, waited for him, only to be crushed by him not caring. He never cared about what she did. He’s cursed with a heart of stone from what his own dad did to him as a child. He’s cold, because he doesn’t care. The girl from the beginning comforts the girl (me) and says even though he’s her best friend and always has been, she’s always known his dark side, and she isn’t happy with him because of it. He’s evil. The girl (me) is sobbing, crying, and she can’t stop.

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I’m at a carnival. I’m having a good time there, until I notice that I’m being followed. I go throughout the day trying to convince myself that I am not being followed. It’s the end of the day when I first encounter the strange person following me. He tells me that I’m “one of the special ones”, and therefore I need to die. He then stabs me, and I die, but I think I’m still alive. He takes my body off into the woods, where there’s a door, just a random door, leading to nowhere, lying against a tree. He opens it to see that he can go through it to get to my house. It is the middle of the night, and no one is awake. He stuffs my body in an alcohol cabinet that’s near my staircase. I want him to think I’m dead, (even though I am, and I think I’m still alive), so I wait in there for a while. When I think he’d for sure be gone, I open the door so I can get out. When I open the door, I find myself standing in a cemetery. The cemetery is in the middle of a field, under one big tree, and a forest surrounds the field. There’s a new grave that’s just been dug, and my closest family members and friends are standing around it. I try to yell to them, and ask them what they’re doing there, but they can’t hear me, or see me. I start crying because they don’t know I’m there. After they leave, I look at the new gravestone that’s there, and I read my name on it.

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I’m walking with a few people that mean(t) a lot to me. We’re walking on a dirt road, going somewhere. Suddenly, a boy on a bike is riding towards us, and he says “turn around and seek shelter, a pandemic is going to hit us”, and in the dream, the pandemic is a lot like a snowstorm. We can’t find anywhere to hide, so we hide underneath a house, when the “pandemic” hits. It falls like snow, or like ash does after a volcano. We wait underneath the house, scared. Everything is quiet. We don’t feel safe where we are because we’re scared we’ll catch the disease. My best friend stands up, and he says he’s going to look for a better place to hide. So he puts a gas mask on (the same gas mask as one of the ones he has in his house) and leaves us, to look for a better place to hide. We eventually fall asleep waiting for him. When I wake up, everyone else is gone, and the storm has stopped. I find a gas mask and I put it on. I go and look around outside, to see everyone I know dear to me dead. I see their faces, how in pain they looked before they died. I walk around to see everyone I know dead. I walk through town to see everything covered in the ash, and everybody dead. I walk back to where I originally was to see all the bodies of everyone I love piled up and burning, because while I was walking around, the authorities apparently decided that it’d be safest to burn the bodies to prevent the illness from spreading. So I watch everyone I love, dead, burning.

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I’m not a part of my dream; I’m looking at another person’s life as if I were God. It starts off with a young boy, and he’s living with his mom and dad. He’s young when his dad tries to kill him, and is put in an insane asylum. The boy grows up with no other siblings, or stepfathers or stepsiblings. Just he and his loving mother and grandmother (his grandfather left his grandmother when his mother was young, apparently.) He never had a male adult figure in his life. He longed for a dad. He missed out on having anyone to look up to. He grows up fine, despite the legacy of terrible men in his family. When he’s a young man, (20 or so) his mother dies in some sort of weird boating accident. I don’t know what happens to his grandmother but I assume she died. He’s alone for a while, until he meets his wife. He’s finally peaceful with himself, and thinks everything’s going to be okay. They love each other, and she’s everything he’s been looking for. But unfortunately, she dies in childbirth while having their first child, which is a boy. So the dad, distraught, is left with his son. He’s afraid to turn out like the men in his past, and doesn’t want his son to turn out bad like them either. When his son is about 6 or 7, he goes on a camping trip with the Boy Scouts. The entire Boy Scout troop gets kidnapped, and is never heard of again for years. The dad, obviously, feels like a failure. He feels like everything he’s ever worked towards is broken and that he has nothing left. And what has apparently been years later, his son is the one who is able to contact the police and tell them where they’re being held hostage. So in the end of my dream, the dad and his son are reunited, and everything’s okay.

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The era is apparently sometime around the 50’s or 60’s, and I’m at a hotel in somewhere nice and warm in the country like California or Florida. The hotel is apparently brand new and said to be one of the nicest new hotels in the world, and the day I arrive is the grand opening of it. It’s big and beautiful, and right on the beach. The odd thing about this hotel is the fact that you have to slide down all sorts of long slides to get to places around the hotel (doesn’t that sound really fun?) anyways, I’m having a blast during my stay at this place, sliding down really intense slides to get everywhere. During my visit, I meet two other girls, and they’re both also named Robyn. One of the Robyn’s is filled with energy, and is bubbly and is always laughing. She’s funny, and I remember her having short pretty honey-blonde hair with light blonde and red highlights (that’s all I can remember of her appearance.) The other Robyn is a lot different, and I remember everything about her appearance, except for her face. She’s small and pale, and very shy. I remember her having the weirdest haircut; it was really long in the front and parted to the sides, but really short in the back, and it was naturally light blonde. She was wearing a pink dress. Her name is Robyn, but during the dream, everyone called her “Moda” because she said that was her nickname, because she’s so modest. Anyways, at one point, we all go out for a walk around town early in the nighttime. On our walk, we meet a man (who’s only about 20 or something) and who claims he’s Jim Morrison, but he’s clearly not. He also claims to be in love with Moda. There wasn’t really much to this dream, besides watching Moda and this strange man’s story. It didn’t end too well, seeing as he was 20 years old and claimed to be in love with Moda, and claimed to also be Jim Morrison when he clearly was not. The whole dream I never knew his real identity. He and Moda’s story was so mysterious because I didn’t know where either one of them were from or how they knew each other. They seemed like long lost friends.

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I’m standing in a gazebo, in the middle of a city, but I’m the only one that’s around. Everything is in black in white, and I’m holding a pistol in my hand. Suddenly the police arrive, and they’re escorting a man who is supposedly represents everything bad that’s ever happened to me. They make him stand in front of the gazebo where the stairs are. Without being told what to do, I know that I’m supposed to kill him. So I raise my hand with the pistol in it, aim it at his face, and pull the trigger. And then, it starts over again. I’m standing in the gazebo, in the middle of the city, and I’m the only one around. Everything is still in black in white. This time, there’s knife in my hand. I turn around, to see the man standing where he was before, but this time, he’s facing away from me. So, I walk up behind him and stab him in the back. And then, everything starts over again. This time, I’m holding a matchbox, and I turn around to see the man I hate tied to a pole in the middle of a fire setup. So, I light the fire and the fire instantly is alive and burning strongly. And this time, I hear him scream, and I cry because I feel bad for even the person I hate the most.

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I’m sitting on a rock, looking at the sun setting on a warm and calm summer evening, holding a red rose. Suddenly, a man comes to me and he says, “your mother is dead, you have to come with me.” So as he says, I get up from the rock and follow the man, without another word. The weather goes from being calm and warm to cold, wintry and stormy. It rains and there’s lots of wind and lightening, but I continue to follow the man, who keeps walking like nothing is happening. What has apparently been all night of walking through the forest (which it wasn’t that long in my dream to me) we come to a clearing, where there’s a deserted church. We’re on a mountain, and there’s nothing else around but the forest and the mountains around us. He takes me inside, and tells me to go wait upstairs until he calls me down again. So I go upstairs, and down a dark, long hallway, where the floorboards look old and like I’m going to fall through them. The hallway is filled with mirrors, however when I look at any of them, I can’t see my reflection, only what’s around me. There’s a room at the end of the hallway where there’s a light, so I walk to it. Inside, there are other kids sitting, but I don’t remember what their faces look like in detail because they aren’t people I know. There were five other people about my age or younger. One of them (a boy, who I only remember having black hair and bright blue eyes, because I’ve seen him in other dreams before) said to me, “be thankful.” Afterwards, the man called all of us and told us to come outside, so we did. We sat around a fire, and there were two more people, one was a man and the other one was a woman. They were wearing cloaks so you couldn’t see their faces, or eyes. The man told us that for three days we each had to take a sip from this bowl of bright blue poison he was holding, and on the third day of sipping it, we were all going to die. So for two days, we all took sips from the bowl. On the third day, we were all sitting in a circle in the clearing, when I decided that I was going to escape. So I got up and ran to the forest, and kept running. It started to snow, and I could hear the man and the two people wearing cloaks running after me. Even though it hadn’t been snowing for long, I was suddenly running through at least a foot of snow. And then I came to a cliff, and I either had to jump (I didn’t know how long it was to the bottom) or be caught by the man and killed. But as I looked back, I noticed that I was no longer being chased by the man, but by a pack of wolves. Before I could do anything, the wolves caught up to me and killed me. Then, after I had died, I remember lying in the snow, but I was okay. I got up, and all I saw was white, except for the rose that was at the beginning of the dream, which was growing through the snow. Apparently the rose symbolized for everything to be okay and for me to go home, so I ran to pick it, but as I ran, it was as if I was running away from it, and it kept getting farther and farther away from me. And I don’t exactly know where these words were coming from, but in my head, the words “desire is insanity” kept being said as I kept trying to run for the rose.

That’s all I remember from that dream.

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