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I just feel like posting something about some dreams I've had in my life...
BTW they're from most recent to oldest (except the first one with the recycled locations)
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So Yeah, I've noticed that I tend to recycle locations in my dreams... Like my elementary school's been in my dreams a few times and a location I've never even been to have too. For example, I've had three dreams that reuse this... college dorm, at least that's what I think it is... Anyways yeah, I've had those dorms in one dream where someone I knew went to college and I was helping them unpack their stuff... I don't remember anything with that time. The second time it showed up in my dreams, I was forced to a church retreat. So I unpacked some stuff in the dorm I'd stay in while at the retreat... In that dream the retreat was hijacked or something by some insane murdered who convinced all the overly religious people there that if they truly believed then god would save them from the bullet wounds then proceeded to shoot them with a machine gun... ANYWAYS the 3rd time was a few nights ago, where I was in college and the rooms were first come first serve and I was stupid enough not to get a room so I stole someone else's room... and their dog OwO
But in those dreams, only the inside was recycled, the outside of the dorms were always different.
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In another dream, Mr. Voice (a man with a suit and a mask) was saying something to me. I have no memory of what he said but then he said, "I think you've waited long enough. I'd like you to finally see my face" then he took off his mask... I can't for the life of me remember what was behind that mask, all I remember is I was very surprised after I saw it... It bothers me that I can't remember...
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I was wandering around this hallway. At the end of the hallway there was a door. I opened the door and in there was a completely empty and blank room, but when I walked in a mirror appeared. I walked up to the mirror and touched it, after I touched it I looked up and noticed a sign. I took the sign off from on top of the mirror and attempted to read it... I can't remember what it said... All I remember is it was a very short sentence and it was written backwards. Even though I can actually read things backward, I held it in front of the mirror and read it out loud. The mirror then became see through, like a shop window or something, but it reflected more. I touched the mirror again but this time my hand went right through it, so I just walked in.
Inside the mirror was Fox... He turned around, looked right at me, and with a face of pure terror yelled, "GET OUT! HURRY GET OUT!"
As he yelled at me, I saw like shock waves heading at me, they knocked me over and I fell into the mirror, breaking it.... I woke up with that.
The next day I had somewhat of a continuation of that dream. I went all the way to the mirror. It was fine despite having fallen into it... but the sign above it had been scratched out so the only hope I had to get back into the mirror was to remember what it said... which I couldn't do...
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This dream freaks me out. I can't get over how cool it is.
So I was watching the dream at the beginning through the eyes of a little Japanese girl.
She was standing outside this very elaborate looking Japanese house (at least it was elaborate for the time period, somehow I knew the time too). This man walked up to her, his head covered up the sun, I couldn't see his face since because of the shadow. Anyways, he bent down and told the girl something in Japanese. (I knew it was Japanese too since I live somewhat of an Asian community, I can tell the difference between many different Asian languages... Also, don't ask how the man in my dream spoke Japanese, I don't know how myself). So he took the girl's hand and they walked until they reached this market. The moment we stepped into the market a fight broke out. The man grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her through. While they were running, the girl looked over and saw another man standing outside of a shop that sold things made out of glass, someone else kicked this man and he fell into his shop, breaking everything.
I woke up that night to the sound of breaking glass...
But the coolest part is this... In real life, my dad had just replaced my window, so the old one was outside. It was windy that night, so the old window outside fell over because of the wind and shattered.... It shattered at the exact same time the glass shop in my dream was destroyed...I woke up to the sound of breaking glass...

I told this dream to my friend when I was explaining my theories about death... Because of my theories and this dream, he's convinced himself that in a past life I was that little girl and that was the day I died.