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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1st dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Love/Deceit dream, i was in a collage dorm the size of a hotel resort and i had a crush on a grudge laid back guy. I would pass by his room and eye stalk him all the time. One of my friends finally pushd me to just go for it, so i entered his room and chatted for a bit. I was super nervous, we watched some tv, chatted, which turned into a love scene. The dream most of the time was like one big montage, it had short flashes of what was happening everyday, we'd get closer and closer and more romantic, we'd spend everyday together laughing and joking. Finally one of the days he stopped seeing me and broke it off, i went to go find him and he claimed we never had anything involving us together and that he was in love with this hot man that was next to him. I tried the whole time to prove there was something going on with us to his boyfriend, matching watches, things i gave him. The other man took my side and broke off with him. I remember the grungy guy trying to come back to me but i just walked away. Dream ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2nd dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Was one big weird forbidden dream, it involved my friend Myles (blade376) I DONT KNOW WHY! He was my next door neighbor, we had been friends for a long time, we would go out and hang all the time. He had his head shaved in this dream kinda like a timberlake cut, so he looked cute. I went into his house which shared with his parents, we were hanging out, i felt a bit nervous, we just chatted while he talked about his projects and whatnot. We had sat on the couch real close to each other, i could feel a tension, we were both nervous, and i had felt the urge to kiss him but i didn't. He said that i had to go soon or else his parents would be coming home soon and freak if there was a woman in the house. So I had got up and grabbed all the food mess we made and took it to the kitchen to clean. He came into the kitchen to help throw away something, he was trying to make an excuse or something to "accidentally" bump into me. When he slowly tried to move away we locked eyes for a deep second and i kissed him. I remember i had woken up from the dream and went OMG NO I'M MARRIED WHAT IS GOING ON and went back to sleep and continued kissing him saying it will be all right. (LMAO WTF?!?!?!?!?) I heard his parents coming in so i ran snuck out. Something happened and a huge storm arrived, apparently it was the end of the world (seems to be often these days) we were on the second floor in our bedrooms yelling to each other through the windows while the storm is just getting there, he asked if i wanted to be with him and i did and i leaped to his window. Don't quite remember what else happened but i know his mom lectured me, "next time you want to come over you inform me first." ( UHHHH….right) . Dream ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream3-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3rd dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Already started with a zombie apocalypse just like any normal zombie dream except this one was with a love/brakeup story. (I THINK ITS FROM WATCHING HIGH SCHOOL OF THE DEAD) we were all fighting and battling our way to a safe zone. There were two guys with me, i had started being with 1 and then i shrugged him off and fell in love with the other, we became romantically involved for a long time. The first guy i was with had a huge grudge, was really angry and upset the whole time. Our group became quite large we gathered up a lot of people and found a great safe zone. Towards the end i made peace with the 1st guy, we talked about stuff and he wanted a make up/goodbye kiss. I knew i still had something for him but it could never be i kissed him twice and walked away. Everyone was in a huge auditorium, there was going to be a performance, part of it was a skit about zombies, i knew this didn't feel right, i saw a couple of people pretending to be zombies walk in and i shouted THIS ISNT RIGHT! HOW CAN WE TELL IF ITS REAL! They were faking it and made there way up on stage, i still felt something wrong, as they were "pretending" to bite one another in a pool of water, one of them turned instantly into a zombie and bit 2 of them, this turned everything crazy. 3 men came in claimed they went looking for their grandfather. i saw and felt he was going to turn into a zombie im like SHOOT HIM! HES GOING TO TURN! They looked at me like i was crazy, and soon enough he did and bit 4 people. Zombies started running in from everywhere, i ran alone, i got lost, i remember just running all i can, i turned into a man and it was an entire different scene, there were zombies and monsters all over, some not wanting to attack the guy kept running and eventually got caught and eaten.. and that ends this dream…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream3-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream4-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4th dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Was like a beginning of dream 3 it showed how it all started except monsters and humans lived together. I wasn't in the dream but 2 girls were and they were trying on dresses for a huge event. I was looking through the eyes of one of the girls. She left to go do things and saw that people were looking kinda ill and felt weird about it. She then passed by a section with couple of office rooms that had monsters in there doing things with the computer, people thought they were gamers so they ignored. But as she crept closer she saw them guzzling down what looked like blood. She took a closer look and there was a monster looking really ill and disgusting he was announcing to a audience on the computer they've been giving them a substance for testing and its making the monsters sick and crave more and more of it, their not sure whats happening to them but they feel out of control like they need to "BITE" someone or something. Just then a monster from the room next door thrashed the room and screamed "AHHHH I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE, I JUST HAVE TO BUTE SOMEONE" and ran out and started attacking people. This began the disease, but i was woken up to a text message soon after….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream1-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream2-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream3-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/LittlePandaExpressBlogger/dreamthumbnails/dream4-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627957102618808096-777282506556335742?l=pandahibernationlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The zombie apocalypse had already begun, in fact it was in its worst stage. I'm in a huge building, almost factory like with lots of rooms and some bedrooms as well. I've known about the disease long before anyone and i knew how they worked. I was fighting a bunch of them at a time, they were ugly, and tough to hit. &lt;br /&gt;
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A girl had somehow made her way up to the top where i hid out, she was struggling a few of them around her, if it wasn't for me rescuing her, she'd be a goner for sure. She helped me later to set up a trap to blow up the remanding ones. I told her this was a chance to clean up around us and set up a sturdy shelter from them.&lt;br /&gt;
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My vision began to fade in and out and before i knew it it seemed like hours went by and we had a pretty good group all including a massive amount of dogs and puppies, it was like our mission was to protect them or something. My vision ALWAYS goes out around that time, not sure why. Maybe to get around to the good stuff i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;We had made an ok barricade at the top of the building, the entire world was completely dead, no survivors, just zombies slowly crawling around, we made sure by day we'd be fine and walk around the place, make as much noise as we want, but as the sun began to fade out, so did we, we made sure to barricade ourselfs behind bars, shut off any noise and not make a peep until sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently the zombies were like vampires….they only hunt at night….&lt;br /&gt;
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My vision went in and out often, making time go faster. Scenes of us doing the same thing everynight was going fast like as if someone was pressing the fast forward button on a DVD player. Second to last scene i was a little girl in that group all by myself, we had stayed up too late making noise, before we knew it the zombies had heard us so they made their way up the building towards us, the leader ran to a button that made jail cell bars appear and close like a stage curtain, dim the lights and blankets of sheets covered our cells entirely, this was to keep the zombies from getting us. I was terrified, and had completely forgotten we left a radio still playing right next to me, by the time i turned it off the zombies were literally right outside my cell. I couldn't move, if i made one tiny sound they would hear me, and was right by the bars. I held my breathe but it was too late, they heard me, they started reaching in my cage, they couldn't see me but as they swiped their arms they managed to get a hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vision goes blank again… time passed yet another hour or so…. this time it forward to a couple of us in an attic with one window. It was winter, suddenly the air became so bad it was as if a tornado was right outside, it blew open the window making tons of noises, things flew everywhere, we flew everywhere. our barricade was torn down and the zombies were right there...&lt;br /&gt;
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and thats it…… i woke up… i always wake up at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627957102618808096-5236594501524078008?l=pandahibernationlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Era was set probably a century ago, &amp;nbsp;i was in a high school attending, altho i never went in a single class. Seemed all we did was lounge around the hallways and talk about things. I had met a girl who was a bit of a loud mouth, she befriended me, she ordered me around to do all these idiotic things, she became more and more nasty, i remember a cute guy there too that i had talked to every now and then. I broke up the friendship with the girl and thats when she went psychotic, she was constantly haunting me, following me in places. Till one day she tried to hurt me, and this became a constant occurrence in the dream. I'd run somewhere and she would turn up, there would be a battle between us, we'd fight, stab each other, burn, ect. The girl just NEVER died, she just kept coming back to try and kill me. The guy had started helping me, at first he didn't believe me, i mean who would if you killed someone how could they come back over and over until he witnessed and she stabbed him, he made it out alive, the last kill i did was chopped her up in million pieces so i could once and for all end her resurrection. The boy and i lived romantically ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
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Second part i was traveling i had some sort of magical powers, i don't remember much but i know i was on a mission with a group and at some point i buried underground like a groundhog and it was a portal somewhere, i went back and told the group. There was a part i was with another person and we were trapped in this ocean of water surrounded with people and we were trying to find the underground portal, time was running out we were trying to get out before the oil came. (lulz) Eventually found it, made it to the group where the teacher or professor got us portal balls and we all went back to that area, where there was a surfing competition, altho it was indoors and there were even babys trying to surf, i remember struggling but i did awesome. After that everything else became a blur and was woken up by my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627957102618808096-828338098291615013?l=pandahibernationlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was set like as if it was in our century but in a strange country like in a poor place. At the beginning i was another character, a young woman around her early 30's. She was wondering around the country searching for somewhere. A man showed up and started to take her to where she needed, whats funny is the man turned out to be Will Smith, don't know why but ok. So hes taking me (the woman) on a busy highway jammed pack with beat up cars all just standing still and everyone is walking instead of driving, the woman is looking around confused at what is going on. She starts noticing people in rags and lots of homeless people all around. More men become dangerous looking, Will Smith tells her to stay quiet and stay close to him at all times that the times are ruff and there has been some trouble and riots along with some killing. They continue to walk down the highway, as they exit there are camp grounds with people who have camped up huts full of items they were selling, it started looking like one big black market, except very dangerously. Riots were starting to form all around, Will grabbed me and we began to move faster, evil men in large groups were staring at me with intense faces, you could clearly tell things were not looking pretty. We arrived at our destination, thing were happening suddenly, riots were out of control, people were getting beaten for all sorts of reasons, if you seemed like a tourist you were getting pounced on, to the point where they were killing, we began to run around, things started happening that became blurry, in between the character turned into ME and i was running around frantically with 1 little child, a boy i guess that had become mine and Wills. The area started to become dangerous and Will told me we had to run and flee because they wanted me and the child dead. I remember running, we were trapped in a house, will fought our way out, he remained behind to keep them all busy, i grabbed the child and went to a section where it seemed all tourists were forming to pay their way out. Will caught up, we approached the ticket counter, she asked for my US passport and information to prove i was a legal citizan, i reached down and realized the place before had stolen everything. I cried out, "they stole it all, they knew i couldnt leave." over and over, Will managed to get them to give them to us anyways. He took us to a safe section in the middle outside and said we were safe here as long as we dont go in anywhere. Busses and planes began coming in to rescue all the tourists, Will had ran to go get something, i kept telling myself," we're almost free we're almost free," and then the child for some reason ran into a store, i shouted after him, "NO NO NO COME BEACK DONT GO IN THERE!!!" Will had arrived again to tell us to get going on the plane that arrived for us, i shouted our child was missing, i saw the child playing in a clothing store and told Will he was in there and he went after him, i screamed back, "NO COME BACK!!!" it was too late as he went in he shoved the kid out of the store, i grabbed the child. but a huge mob apeared out of no where in the store, they managed to get a hold of will, and it was too late they managed to kill him as soon as we got in the plane. i woke up going it was MY fault, all MY fault, if i didnt tell him to go in the store he would have been alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so wierd i wonder what it means when i'm blaming myself for actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627957102618808096-5468836547047720387?l=pandahibernationlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked up the meaning of snakes and this is what came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEJR5042xI/AAAAAAAACAM/Wkjc3TPtqn4/s1600-h/snake+pic+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014041067379474" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEJR5042xI/AAAAAAAACAM/Wkjc3TPtqn4/s200/snake+pic+copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEKMMGITCI/AAAAAAAACAk/IhRj_celJeA/s1600-h/snake+dream.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015042403945506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEKMMGITCI/AAAAAAAACAk/IhRj_celJeA/s400/snake+dream.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i might have some bad juju coming up, and in my dream i'm terrified and hide from the snakes so perhaps i'm cowerding from this enemy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEJSI4H-JI/AAAAAAAACAU/GKLpu3WYHJc/s1600-h/crazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014045107484818" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9g8Cl4fAz0/SVEJSI4H-JI/AAAAAAAACAU/GKLpu3WYHJc/s200/crazy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a second part of my dream that stood out as well, i started to get lost, as i tend to often do in my dreams since i'm always a lost case when concious. During my traveling of getting lost my vision became distorted and blurry like as if i were becoming drunk. I started swaying and stumbling all over the place, i could no longer keep my balance. I started to become frantic and pretty soon i was running around super fast and curving to the left ALOT, i was crashing into things, people, some of my friends came out of nowhere and tried to stop me and i couldnt talk it came out like gibberish and i'd do the most stupidest things like leap on a pile of jello and mush it around and go absolutely CRAZY. I srsly didnt understand what the hell was goin on or why i was doing that, it was just out of control and made no sense to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to look up what that meant all i could come up with are these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting mad may show that you really want to express some strong feelings associated with some shocking recent event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanity in dreams deals with the theme of you doubting your own judgment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madness can link to really scarey behavior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanity can link to behavior and actions which are irrational.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanity can link to behavior which tests our patience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanity and craziness can link to wild unrestrained actions and thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting mad may show that you really want to express some strong feelings associated with some shocking recent event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Soooo i'm pretty sure it has something to do with being bombarded at work, its been stressful and everyday feels like i want to pull my hair out. 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