We were madly in love, but suddenly you left and I had no idea why. Someone just told me you had gotten on a plane and flown away but from what? Me? Us? What had I done wrong? I didn't know what to do; I was a sack of wet potatoes. All I knew how to do was cry. My best friend came over, put one hand on my shoulder, and told me, "Go to him." So I did. (Now that I think about it, that would be a completely illogical action to take. That's why, ladies and gentlemen, this is a dream.) On the way there, sadness morphed itself into anger--ferocity! Who the hell gave you permission to uproot my happiness in an instant? I don't even know how I got into the plane. I just remember storming to your assigned seat, then losing all sense of motion when I saw you sitting there. Your head was down so you didn't see me at first, so I could have gotten off the plane. You wouldn't have noticed. I could have just left and pretended like nothing had happened. But my legs wouldn't give. I couldn't go forward, couldn't reverse; my feet were glued to the ground--until the flight attendant asked me to take my seat, that is. Caught by surprise, I fumbled and almost fell onto the man two seats in front of you--that's when you decide to look up. (Of course.) I don't remember what happened next--a series of silences, stutters, unfinished sentences--but before I could say anything comprehensible, you took me into your arms and I was home again.
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I entered the restroom with an urgent need to pee but the first stall was kind of gross looking, so I kept searching. The second stall was flowing with feces and the rest of the stalls seemed occupied. I returned to the first stall.
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We were at some kind of convention in the wild west and suddenly, the apocalypse happened. As in, roads started to crack and people started killing each other. I told my parents to run and they did, but then I was caught by this really big man who was a teacher(?). I just respected him a lot but he was trying to kill my family, so I took one of his knives and stabbed him in his arm or leg--somewhere to slow him down but not kill him, but he just looked at me and smiled. Shocked by his nonchalant reaction, I withdrew the dagger and stabbed him in the same spot again but he still didn't respond. I started to run and caught up to my family, but somehow, the man and his accomplice was right behind me and captured me. He was about to slit my throat but then some ominous voice echoed, "Don't do it. You know she'll kill you back if you do. Just leave her be." With that, he dropped the knife and I let out a sigh of relief.
(There were more but can't remember anymore. Each time I woke up, I had the intention of going back to the previous dream to find out what happened next, but it's like my mind was telling me to move on. Off to the next adventure I go!)
