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I was at a beach. I had taken the bus and as soon as I got off I knew I wasn't sure where to get it to go back where I came from, but I shrugged it off and thought I would figure it out later. It was about to be dark and about to rain and there was a man in white overalls sweeping in front of the bus stop. There was a little bit of a boardwalk. I walked down the boardwalk, which was just old, thin planks of wood with no railing, and looked down at the beach. I was on a dune or cliff that fell away sharply to the beach several feet below. The sand was dark and gray, as if it had recently rained, and the sky was still full of thick dark clouds, and the tide was in so the ocean lapped right up to the edge of the shore, leaving only a meter or two of actual beach to stand on. Someone was getting married on the beach. I didn't see a bride, but I knew it was a wedding. The bridal party was scattered about and a few men (young men, one with blonde chin-length hair) in gray suits with cerulean ties were trying to gather everyone together. I called Will on my cell phone. I don't know why I called, but I told him I was at the beach and felt kind of proud of that; for some reason it was important to me that he knew I was at the beach when it was dusk and about to storm.

I walked further and the boardwalk stopped but came up a small tank that had a baby seal in it. A small crowd of people was gathered around the tank watching the seal. I stood in the back and looked at the tank. All of a sudden the seal rushed up to a sliding window that was in the side of the tank and stuck his head out of it. He had an excited, smiling face and made a barking/squeaky noise at me, and the other people laughed and looked at me in amazement. I was embarrassed so I covered my face with my hands and left. I was angry and confused that the seal had made me stand out.

After taking a few feet back down the old boardwalk there was an open doorway and an old and impossibly tall asian/oceanic woman with a long face and her grey hair in a bun leaning over to pick something up. She invited me in and wanted me to drink tea with her. I stepped through the doorway and went to the right where the sink and the kitchen area was. She was fiddling around with something on the floor as I made the tea. Her daughter (her daughter but still older than me) came up to me and I tried to ask how many cups I should pour. I put out three small beige tea cups with a red sort of paisley or floral pattern on them but I leaned in and looked closer and they seemed too small, then when I tried to poor the tea in them I realized they weren't tea cups at all but little plastic things (almost like buttons or those tiny patio tables that used to come in the middle of pizza hut pizzas) and I couldn't use them at all.

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I had a nightmare last night. It was either the repeat of a nightmare I've had before, greatly expanded, or it just felt like deja vu in my dream. Anyway, at the end of it, I was about to confront the person upon whom the nightmare was based around. I heard her making noises about the other end of the abandoned building in the sea where we were searching for her. I was outside on some sort of fire escape/balcony/whatever on the side of the house, while my compatriots were further inside in an unlit room that looked like it belonged to a little girl. I tried throwing lightbulbs down at the girl we were looking forward, but whenever I threw them they weren't making the noise of breaking glass. I then tried to scream at her, or at my company, but I couldn't get anything out. I tried harder and harder until I woke up making this godawful whistling noise in the back of my throat.

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last night.

I dreamed I was driving down King street in the middle of the night and I wanted to take a short cut I thought I knew so I took a right turn and ended up driving around this neighborhood and I had no idea where I was and it was pitch black and I couldn't see the road so I felt like I drove up a hill and into someone's driveway and there were these two gangsta looking white teenage boys sitting on a big rock and they were lit up in my headlights and I asked them if they could tell me how to get back to King street and they came up and pulled me out of my car and one of them hit me in the face and the other stomped on the instep of my right foot

and then

I was at a big hospital trying to leave but they wouldn't let me until they had a chance to examine me because they said I had been raped. all I wanted to do was go home.