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A few nights ago i dreamt i was in my own school. It was darker somehow though, and the lights were flickering. I was chasing this boy I knew, (old lover, now lover, its complicated) I was chasing him up and down the hallways trying to find him. and as im looking i run across the music room and i hear this song being played on the trumpet. its reepyand it echoes through the hallways. and then i run across a lady smoking. and im still looking for him. Help?

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Hi, my name is Karma and I'm 15 years old. For the last 4 nights in a row I have been having the exact same dream and it's really starting to freak me out. The dream is that I get pregnant, and I'm actually super happy about it. (Honestly I can't wait to have kids, but you know I'm 15 so I'm obviously going to wait and get my life together first.) but anyways I go to school in the dream and I'm pregnant while doing that and then the delivery day comes and something doesn't feel right so I go to get an ultrasound and the doctor tells me my baby isn't going to make it. So then the doctor presses on my stomach so incredibly hard and crushes the baby inside of me and I'm screaming and crying and when it's crushes I just scream and cry for what seems like forever and then I wake up. I have no idea what this dream means but it's really starting to scare me especially because I have had it for 4 nights in a row now. Does anyone know what this could mean or why I'm having this dream or how to keep myself from having it?

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Last night there was this crazy storm I could not believe all of the tornadoes that I could see it was really like right out of the movie Twister, I then decided that I would do outside and try to get some video of the storm but when I went outside the house was sucked away and a new and bigger house was set down in place of my house and then I just went back inside IMD

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So there's a movie called The Purge that's coming out June 7th, and I had a NIGHTMARE about that-_- . So basically in the movie, every year there's an annual "purge" , it's when one night a year when murder becomes legal and it lasts for 12 hours. Imagine having a dream about that-___-. So the nightmare took place in my house. My sister, (Chrissy) was there, I was there (obviously), two people from the movie was there, my brother, my grandfather and my grandmother who is deceased was present as well. But my grandparents and my brother (Eric) weren't fighting, they were in the safespot of the house that no one can get in (my mom's apartment) and my mother was at work and so was my father. So anyway. I was sitting in my room and I was shutting my shades when all of a sudden I see someone in the window, and I run to the backdoor to lock it and I tell my sister to lock the front door. I grabbed an 8 inch knife out of the kitchen drawer and then ran back to my room and shut my door. Now my door is different, it's like a top half and a bottom half, so it didn't have a lock on it -__- I heard people coming into my house. NOW , HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET IN? (I DO NOT KNOW). I kneeled down to look through the crack of my door, and a guy with a mask was coming near my door. I made an idiotic move and stuck the knife through the crack and the guy seen it. He kicked the top half of my door open and stuck the knife in my face. I grabbed the knife (it cut my hand) but I cut his arm, and stabbed him in the throat , And I remember seeing the knife come out the back of it. I then ran straight to my mom's apartment and started banging on the door. My brother opened it and I ran inside while he locked it back. I saw my grandfather watching the news, and I saw my grandmother sleeping, and Eric is just sitting on the couch, and I'm wondering why the hell isn't he fighting. I started rummaging through the drawers looking for a sharper knife, because Eric had some really sharp indian knives but my grandfather had rearanged everything so I couldn't find any. After a while I just quit searching and stayed in my mom's apartment for the time remaining. There was 6 hours left of the Purge but now it was daytime.. The killers left and I went back out there. The house was destroyed but everyone survived. My room was a wreck. The two people from the movie left and was going back to their house, but in the movie, their house got invaded too so I wasn't tryna go there. I said i'ma stay here or go to my friend's house. And then the nightmare had officially ended.

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