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This may have been a combination of two dreams, its a bit hard to tell. A group of friends and I were visiting another friend, looking at a house that the friend had just moved into. Someone removed this strange plant, a cross between a vine and an aloe plant which caused the friend we were visiting to become anxious. In the process of removing said plant, pieces came off. I picked up a piece knowing that we could grow the plant again. I tried to calm the friend down, telling him this, but it didnt seem to help. The next time I saw him (we hadn't left), someone had handed him a decorative blade (curved edging, lightweight, and a piece that extended further than the blade tip). He had told us not too and was now staring at it and then licked it with a dark possessive look that left me feeling cold. I didn't think about it again until it was going dark and while I couldn't here screaming I could feel thick tension. One of the girls from the group was hiding in a closet when I found her, she kept saying that the friend was crazy, that he was after us and that I should run. So I moved deeper into the closet, leaving the girl there. There was a press board door at the back that I bumped into that exited to the garage. By the time I found it, the girl was screaming and I knew he had found her. I ran to the neighboring yard and found a couple others I had showed up with. A short distance from the house I could see lights reflecting off a lake. I listened to my friends saying that the friend was crazy, that he was evil, or possesed. One looked at me, he looked beat up on, and told me that he was coming for me. I was confused by this. So we ran. We dissappeared under the lake into a house that steadily was loosing oxygen. I don't know why. I just remember breathing shallowly. Everyone feared to leave, knowing that surfacing would put us at risk. But I knew I couldn't just keep running and that if I stayed the others may have a chance. I don't think I got too far myself as I kept seeming to fall asleep (and I could watch that), and not really go anywhere. It got quiet and I know I was being left behind. I felt someone next to me as I was moved.

7/9 and 7/11

The last two days for dreams were weird. I woke up yesterday frustrated as hell because what I dreamed seriously ticked me off. I had been walking down the street in my parents' neighborhood and these bunch of guys were gathered around at one of the houses and the party spilled over into the street. These guys started heckling me- "where'd you going?" "Want to join us?" And other insinuations to where I felt threatened and even with telling them no and let me pass were not working, I held up my hand and said "see these? I'm a married woman" it pisses me off that in my sleep I have to justify that I "belong" to another in order to get left alone. Seriously, why are women still raised to believe that another male should be a protector and have claiming rights? It's not fair. This morning: I was in this home that was both familiar and not. My dad was at work and I was doing something for my mother and I had looked up and saw someone approaching the house. I don't know why, but seeing someone come made me go pull some sort of paperwork off the fridge and take it to hide in a back bedroom. I had just managed to roll it up and hide it under something when I had gotten attacked from behind and pushed down. Whoever it was had started burning some sort of paperwork out in the backyard. It took a bit before this group left and both my mother and I were shaking. I suggested that she call dad and I had the papers from the kitchen still, even though they appeared to have a bit of water damage. I still don't know what it was we were hiding.

Dr Who?

***Disclaimer: I have yet to really sit and watch this amazing show, I have seen bits and pieces including older Who seasons. A lot of what I have seen was out of order and in patches. The Doctor, I was looking for him. Even standing in a bathroom looking for matches to light random pale green candles. I kept pulling cotton swabs before I found any matches. Someone tries to get into the room, but I start leaving and end up in a living room. I found him (10th) going between rooms rather excited about something. While I start doing something else (I think gathering pieces for I don't know what) he comes back asking if I'm coming. I run after him after grabbing some sort of bag of things. We end up crashing a wedding party. I am not one to judge, but the woman struck me as being a monster- like a physical monster (she had a great personality tho). Some got angry with us and tried to throw us out. But I kept chasing him. He seemed so lonely and I kept thinking "you really are not alone" that poor man was looking for his soul mate. I haven't watched DW in a couple weeks and there really wasn't anything to trigger that. So I wonder, who was so lonely that their whole being was sad for not having their other half?

Two in one morning

I dreamed twice this morning. The first was me trying to pack up my stuff and worrying about getting my baby out. All the while I was looking at those things wondering why I was worried about those things. My child's safety would be more important, right? I think we were going to a basement. The sky was getting darker as I picked my baby up and I kept thinking "there is a storm coming" The second one involved having accidents and needing to do laundry. I was going back into a room for the rest of my laundry when I hear two people in a room close by. "Oh, I think we scared her." It was a online celeb and my ex best friend. I knew that had been doing something or having sex or something, but I got fustered saying no, trying to get my laundry and as he picks up a pair of shorts of mine I said "oh, those are mine, they are kind of 90's esc. It was both comfortable and uncomfortable seeing both of these people. One I knew in real life and we had a falling out, the other I had never met personally, but seemed like he was running into trouble. The weird think with my ex friend was how she was portraying herself. She was still showing herself as a young much slimmer version, even though I know she has been suffering weight issues. I've always wished her well despite her mean behavior to me and my family, but this still strikes me as off.

3/12

I was doing something with the class I had gotten licensed with when a few of us decided to pull some sort of prank involving switching food/snacks. I was taking with someone at the doorway of the room we were in and we started joking. The next thing I know I'm telling everyone else to "go go go!" The rest of the class was returning. In all that I kept looking for my husband because its like I knew he was there. The only reason that the dream took on a feel of such joy and joking is because he was there, somewhere. Even though he is deployed, it felt like he was here. I miss him.

Interesting

Back again. Things have happened a lot in the last so many months. I've had a baby, gotten married, had my other half deployed somewhere around the world. In all that time I haven't stopped dreaming , but rather I had slacked off with writing. Well no more. I'm back and plan to keep track of what I get. The dreams are still just as vivid as before the only difference is now I am fighting what is presented to me. Instead of going with the flow I am grounded with the constant reminder that I am not a teen any more and that I have a responsibility to my baby- that I am a mother. It's really crazy with the conflicting feelings. Like this morning- I was at a house for some sort of game party that ended with I could either stay in this world or go with the characters I was interacting with. It was rather strange.

Break in escape

Ugh! This ended up more as a nightmare than anything. I was in my room in my house trying to sleep when I heard something downstairs. Instinctively, I rolled off the far side of my bed and crawled under (yay captain bed) to hide. I don't think it was successful because I was found and I tried to get away- that definately failed. And then it started over. I was back in bed and I heard the noise of someone downstairs. This time I crept into another room and hid in the closet, waiting for whomever was there to give me the opening to leave. I had my phone with me and why I just didn't call for help I really don't know, but I managed to make it outside. I was in the yard of my old house and I was now being chased. I cut through a couple of neighboring yards, jumping fences and trying to scream for help. But anytime I tried it just seemed to fade back. I don't know what was more upsetting, the fact that I couldn't scream or the fact that I dreamt someone broke into my home.