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Casey & I are in a Chevy Camaro convertible with Logan sitting in the backseat. I am driving, with my phone nestled onto my left thigh. For some reason the car is doorless, and the dangerous, winding road we are on does not have any guard rails. We're slowly & safely driving along, and my phone's text message ringer goes off. Because there are no doors on the car and we're on a dangerous road, Casey leans over to grab my phone but accidentally knocks it off my thigh. I don't know why, because I always wear my seat belt, but I am not in my dream, and I reach out to try to catch my phone before it falls into the abyss, and I end up falling out of the car and doing a Matrix-style move to land safely onto the road which is some 30 ft. below the road I was on. All well and good, right? Except for the fact that Casey was so distraught over me basically jumping out of the car that he ends up wrecking, killing both him and Logan. :-( Then I wake up.
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| Similar to this road, but more of a spiral-shaped road |
2.
It is very dark. I'm sitting in an extravagant pool at an old rich lady's house. I don't know why but it is the end of my dream, and my friend S.F. has saved me from the rich lady. Apparently she was a beautiful woman in her younger days and was trying to kill me to use my beauty and youth to restore within herself. S.F. is standing in the shallow end of the pool with a suitcase filled with syringes of medicine, of which is always by his side because he is a nurse. He is looking for a syringe to use on me because I am in shock from going through a terrible ordeal with this lady (which I can't recall), and am crying on the footsteps of the pool, hugging my knees into my chest. I see him squirting a little of the medicine out of the syringe, like they do on tv. Then I wake up.
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| Like this pool, but without the lamps |
I am sitting in a ghetto neighborhood. All the houses have at least 6 cars parked in the yard/driveway. For some reason I am with a bad guy, maybe a boyfriend, and his 6 year old daughter. She is wearing pink pj's, with no house shoes, but it is summer, so there is no need for her to get too cold. We are running from something. He is planning on blowing up the houses in the neighborhood. We get to the last house on the block, which is aligned with woods, where I take the little girl and wait for him to finish the wiring. But before he can finish, the cops come onto the scene and shoot him dead in his tracks. While the chaos ensues--agents running everywhere to dismantle the bombs--I come out of the wood, with the little girl asleep in my arms. The cops ask if we're alright, and decide not to take any action against us, thinking we were forced to follow the crazy bomb guy (which I guess we were?). So a paramedic comes over to take the little girl's temperature, and I, reading the thermometer upside down, say, "93.5, she's fine." (for some reason that's an acceptable temperature in my dream). However, I read the thermometer wrong, and her temperature is actually 103.5, and she is dead. I start wailing. Then I wake up.
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| Similar to this neighborhood, but the left houses are aligned with woods |
Does anyone want to psychoanalyze me and my dreams?
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