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When I got to my house, 3 big guys and their girlfriends were going through our stuff and taking things out to their truck. I was afraid they were armed, so I didn't stop them, and even helped them move stuff. I couldn't get to a phone without their noticing, so I decided to be mildly irritating until help arrived. Finally a pretty big guy i know got to my house, and he took over, telling people not to take things, but they didn't really listen. I went back to my room and saw a little asian girl trying to take a laptop, so i picked her up by the arm and handed her to one of the girlfriends, who was wearing swiffer wetjet pads as shoes. I started talking trash to her, and ended up getting in a brief scuffle before I ran through the house, out the front door, and down the hill to get other people to help us. On my way down the hill, I encountered everyone coming back from the party, and started yelling "911!"
They went up to the house and made the people leave.

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I had a nightmare about my JAVA program, it had errors and wouldn't compile. The number of errors was 666. Even weh n I deleted all the text, the error was 666...Then my computer shut down and said that OSX will not listen to me.

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I'm in an old house that feels something like an old colonial home and a bed and breakfast. I'm in a room with a lady at a desk, and I see a framed picture on the wall. The picture is a photo of a row of coats hanging on hooks on the wall, and along with the coats there's a blue bike helmet on the left hook. It takes me a moment to realize that it's a photo of my bedroom wall exactly, and I get very angry that someone has been taking photos in my room. Somehow I know instantly who the culprit is, and I run down a hallway yelling, "Dennis!," and in another room I find Dennis Crowley (a person who I barely know and have no beef with). I accost him for taking the photo and for messing with my girl (which girl I don't know), he isn't apologetic and taunts back at me, so we start kickfighting. Sssssstrange.

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Last night's dream involved me having receivced two cars as a gift. One was some really slick new car like a black Ford Probe GT, and the other was like a classic (dark blue) Mercedes...the old boxy kind. I was hanging out with some girl, and was about to get in the Mercedes and go for a drive. I noticed that the front seat was a bench seat like in a truck cab.

As I stood by the car, I noticed two men breaking into cars that were parked in the grassy lot behind the neighbor's house and I heard the sound of glass breaking. I was worried about them seeing me and coming after me and I was having a hard time getting the key in the lock. I finally got it unlocked, but immediately closed the door and re-locked it. I walked off to tell Uncle Larry about what was going on.

The front door was locked, so I banged on the door, and the girl that was with me rang the doorbell to wake him up. He answered the door and asked us what was going on. We told him, and he called the cops.

There was a crowd gathering out back by the time we returned to the other side of the house. My uncle was there and was saying (to someone next to him) what he would have done if he had personally caught the men breaking into cars. He was saying something about "teaching them a lesson," or something. He also said something about the dog(?) getting its sleep interrupted.

The girl and I left in the Mercedes and decided to pull over down the road for some reason. I had trouble finding a good place to park, but eventually did get to park. We were in this grassy area (this whole dream took place in a semi-rural area) and there were huge ladybugs swimming in a deep flood puddle. I was so shocked by them (they were the size of two softballs put together).

The girl and I walked along the edge of the highway, and I told her to look out for cars. We stopped and looked at a map. The place where the cars were being broken into was listed on the map as "NRA Campground."

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Last night, I traveled to Germany and Africa in my dreams. It was beautiful. I met some amazing young German people and talked to them about life and music. I bought a folding/collapsible travel alarm clock with monkeys carved into the outside of its case for Chrystal. It was inside this funky little German shop. I remember there being a lot of birdhouses (or were they also coo-coo clocks?) for sale in the shop. When I brought the monkey clock up to the register, the man behind the counter asked me for my "card." I didn't want to use a credit card and I realized that I was only carrying U.S. dollars in my wallet, as I had forgotten to convert to German currency. I was going to ask if I could purchase some traveler's checks from the man, when a guy to my right offered to pay for the clock for me. I thanked him, and then ended up paying for it with a U.S. 20 dollar bill anyway. Strange. There was time spent in some kind of intimate little club with German teenagers. I asked them about who their favorite bands were. I talked to them about the Scorpions. I remember using the restroom in our German host's house. I remember little details. It was wonderful. I'd love to go back in that dream. What an experience.

In Africa there were strange animals, bizarre crayfish hybrids that were walking from puddle to puddle on a bridge. I remember having to make it back to the cabin/hut that we were staying in while in Africa without being attacked by any of the strange animals. By strange animals, I mean creatures that couldn't be defined as one particular kind... mixed species. I hunted down a sheep/deer/gazelle thing, as we needed something for dinner. There were lions. There was snow on the peaks. Later in the dream, the strangeness quotient went up a big notch.

Mario, Jennifer, and I were riding in my car, returning from somewhere. We were on Shea Boulevard, heading west, just east of Tatum (near the Superpumper gas station). As we approached an intersection, we saw a few police cars in the street, and officers with their weapons drawn. I originally started to make a u-turn to avoid the conflict, but changed my mind. As we drove past/through the scene, I looked to my right and saw a bizarre sign with a freaky clown-like face painted on it sitting on the street corner. Beyond the sign was a mob of people. I believe there may have been fires among the people... either in 55-gallon drums, or just in piles of debris on the ground. Was it a protest? A riot? And angry clown convention? I have no idea. As we continued to drive through the chaos, there was one of the angry clown people in the street in front of us. As we passed him, I honked my horn at him. He immediately spun around on one foot and drew a gun, firing a few shots at us. Either Mario or I said, "He's shooting at us!" I heard one or two rounds catch the back of the car, and continued to drive while ducking down to avoid bullets passing through the windows. I said, "Is Jenni alright?" because she was sitting in the back seat. I don't remember receiving an answer, but based on the fact that panic didn't ensue, I'm assuming that she wasn't hit. At this point, I think I may have continued driving away from the scene, while firing a couple rounds out my driver's side window back in the direction of the angry clown guy that fired at us. That's about all I can really recall about the dream... that I can describe in words, that is.

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I had been out somewhere with my girlfriend and later met up somewhere with my parents. We were in the car driving down a busy store- and building-lined street. There were crowds of people on the sidewalks, and a bunch of people running along-side the cars in the street, yelling things. Joking around, I rolled down the window and yelled at them. I yelled something to the effect of, "Get out of the street you idiots!"

The farther we drove, the more the crowd got to the point where the streets were too crowded to drive. The crowd was in a state of serious tension, and we left our car and began to walk in order to get through the crowd. Someone yelled something, and and the situation turned into complete chaos. The crowd grew even more frenzied.

When we got back to our house, I asked someone what going on and why everyone was so upset. Someone showed me a newspaper which revealed that the president had received a mysterious envelope on his desk that contained three small sculpted iron fists. The iron fists symbolized three missles that were of such great power, their potential for destruction was not even fully known. These missles were possessed by Saddam Hussein, who had sent the envelope to warn the president that the missles were to be launched at the United States either on that day or very soon. The newspaper said it could have been a prank, but that it was most likely legitimate. All the people seemed to believe that it was real. The three missles were capable of destroying the entire U.S. It was said to be essentially the end of the world.

I began packing food and all the supplies I could fit in various backpacks and duffle bags. I planned on leaving with my parents in my dad's truck and we could go wherever we needed (outside of the city) to live in the back of his truck (which had a camper shell at the time). I was in the process of packing frantically when the dream ended.

The entire dream seemed intensely real at the time, and I felt a sense of impending doom through the entire thing.

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