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My dreams tend to fall into a few categories-- Nightmares, Prophetic, Surreal, and Mundane.

My nightmares are generally just pain. Someone without a face is twisting my arm off, that sort of thing.

Prophetic ones are usually mixed up into other dreams-- most people I meet, I meet in a dream first. Things like that.

Surreal are my favourite, lots of dancing around backstage or watching butterflies in the forest. They're lovely. <3 I don't get them often, though.

When I have mundane dreams, they're just me sitting around talking to people, usually being deathly bored.

The odd thing is that I oftentimes have trouble remembering what happened in a dream and what was real. This can lead to serious confusion, and is quite irritating.

This is one dream that I had a while ago but I've never forgotten:
I was with my friend Kenny (we're really close) and we were standing outside in the pouring rain, but he was really young, like 7 or 8. (He's really a few months older than me.) And he's crying so hard. I sit down on the sidewalk, in the rain, and pull him into my lap and just rock him back and forth telling him "it's gonna be alright. Shh." And he just says "I love you. I love you my guardian angel." over and over again.
Then I wake up.

Last Night's Dream:
I was in an outfit like this: but in black and white and blood spattered.
I have a bunch on guns strapped on to me and I'm filling up a gleaming automatic. I turn around quickly and see that there is a bunch of strange men. I take out another gun so that I have two in my hands. I go out shooting until I'm out of bullets and take out another set of guns and keep shooting until they are all bloody dead. (excuse the language but they were bloody, and were dead.) I sprint out of the abandoned store house with the dead bodies and into a jet black, glossy, speedy car (asten martin vanquish). I stop infront of a large building and get out (duh), and sneak around the back and into an office. Someone that looked like my friend, but older, said "Hello (my name here), I have another job for you. But it's big, very big. We need your twin, with both of you we can finally kill those ********. And also there is the pay for this "target" to be hit. A huge shitload of cash."
I woke up. (& Please excuse my language, but that's what she said.)

I have exactly the same problem.

I'm starting to wonder if I something's up with me, I've had a week and a half of nightmares every single night. This morning I woke up at 4 a.m. after a dream in which I had to rescue my childhood best friend from the land of the dead, because she wasn't dead and wasn't supposed to be there. (She isn't dead IRL.) It was pretty awful, lots and lots of confronting her rotting parents who wanted to keep her there (and aren't actually dead either), getting chased through ditches and woods by monsters and corpses, trying to calm her down because I kept my head but she was freaking out, and trying to break through this living, monstrous wall that surrounded the dead country. I woke up when we were almost through. I don't want to go to sleep again tonight. >_O