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Well Well Well If It Isn't Lana At the Crib.

  I had a dream that started where i would be leaving work and driving home a very long way and started to find shortcuts through all of these different rural areas and it felt a little like red dead redemption where you’d find these massive open plains and swamps and forests, but the game itself while i was driving would start to look like old boxy racing games, and i would be driving up on the walls, etc. to avoid other cars and animals and trees, and then eventually as i was getting back to the highway, it would look like the sonic the hedgehog bonus game where you had to run up the sides of the half pipe. I noticed one guy was driving the same way home as i was and he started to follow me and he passed me on the road and he nodded at me, but he ended up dying as the sonic road transitioned to the regular road back home. Like somehow his nervous system could not adapt to the shift from half pipe to highway. Then i was “home” at this house that i lived in and Jack was there and Kalee
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His Mother, The Nun

  It was very similar to stranger things. We were in a weird desert town and were with a little kid. i think cellphones aren't working or could be detected by “the nun” so we weren't using them. The kid we were with was able to shapeshift into a slug/crab thing but it wasn't a cool special power. That was  his natural form and his mother, the nun, found that very very special and he escaped her. He was on the run. you and i had him and had to leave everything behind and had no money but were wanted by the law. She caught up with us in a casino we were hiding out in. and we didn't know but a far aways off… he saw her and suddenly looked very scared whole grotesque face and he paused and far away we saw her and she saw him and she made long eye contact  with me and it felt eternal and timeless like i couldn't move and would never move again frozen in time them she screamed like SHE was terrified like a horrible scream he turned into his original form and you followed
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The Wrong Beach.

  I was walking down a flight of stairs towards the beach. It was almost two stories tall and i started walking down them and ran into the back of a younger girl , maybe 13-16 years old. She kind of wasn’t paying attention and then started walking ahead at a slower pace and when i tried to walk past her she sped up. I started to feel like she thought i was following her so i started to slow down and then to stop and she mimicked my speed, almost wanting to stop but also not wanting me to pass her. I ended up walking at a regular pace and she walked into the same house i was going into, so i hesitated first but then went in. I realized the house i went into was not the house I thought it was and i started backtracking in my mind and started to suspect differences in not only the place i was but also the stairs i came down. Had they always been this steep? Had it always been on the beach? I had no clue at that moment where I came from. 
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New Norman Reedus Show On FOX

 Dude in my dream i was watching.a show that was so dope lol. It was about a town and it was basically being taken over by people with big money who started moving in once this big industrial company moved into town and built a complex there. But they were mostly into the political/bureaucratic aspect of it but it was their KIDS who the show focused on who were like bw 12-16 and they were terrorizing the town. They were like no rules, had guns, stole from the small grocery store… basically rich kids but the most ratcheted up version of it.  Norman Reedus was a local of the town for a long time and basically took no shit from the kids talked shit to them, etc., threw them out of stores when they were being pieces of shit. His daughter same age as the kids had to drop out of school bc they fucked with her bc of him the worst. At one point, he has one of the cars that would joy ride around the town towed and has it parked on his property next to his house. One night like 6-7 kids come to
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If You Could, How Would You Sound?

  I had a dream where we were trying to help people pick out boy band voices and there were ALL different types. You could pick out the voice you wanted in a booth or with a picture from the wall or a binder.  When people would Pick them Up we would have to train them how to use them and if they were unhappy with the voice it was not exchangable so we just had to teach people how to use the voice that they had the right way and we kept trying to explain that you can’t make a voice like brian from backstreet boys sound like justin timberlake.  We would have to explain some voices were not boy band voices even if they wanted to have that voice but some voices they chose could be made to sound like it and we had voices that showed conversion voices which had a spectrum of the different results they could get if you started with a specific type of voice. 
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A Literary Couple, Shut In

 While at work, I heard the doctor and her husband reading aloud in one of the examination rooms. It was Lord of the Rings and they were reading it back and forth to each other urgently. They seemed like they were trying to finish it immediately, but also in one whole sitting. Patients started queuing up in the waiting room to the point where you could only see the tops of their heads and not their faces anymore and they were asking when they would be seen. I could hear them still reading, and I knew that it was still early on in the book so it would still be a while and the patients started getting mad and pushing forward. I started finding chairs and boxes and stacking them in front of the waiting area, but people kept clamoring and asking when they could get in and pushing forward, and I could hear the doctors starting to stack their doorway with boxes from the inside as well. I was walking up and down the chairs and boxes to get more and more to throw in the way of the crowd, but I
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In the Cavern, There is Chapúlba

 I was traveling a dead country with a girl. She was pregnant with a child, but the child was not her own. It was planted there by what we thought was a science organization that we believed was following us. We felt we were being trailed so we were staying in people's houses instead of checking into hotels or established places, though there weren't many to choose from at this point. The world was dying, lots of browned and dying trees and the light was more gold-hued, like cinematic early morning, but constantly. Gold flecks seemed to be in the air. Visions were tinted. We were in a cave system, and we were going lower and lower and the girl had to rest so she sat up against a giant tree trunk that was petrified and was growing below ground. She kept sliding backwards, slowly as the tree seemed to be giving way, but we had become cornered by the team that was following us. We kept trying to squeeze lower and lower into our hiding place, to the point where she eventually start
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