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Sorry for the wall, but I just wanted to put this out there.
I don't know if I should say this publicly, but I guess I have to for context.

I'm currently a junior in high school and, honestly, I'm not the happiest right now. I've got a rocky relationship with not my parents, but I'm okay with the friends I have in school. Most of them are seniors, but I share some classes with them and they're kind enough to me. One of the things I'm also going through is I have a crush on a senior in one of my classes. Thing is, she's Muslim (yeah, I know I'm an idiot). We talk sometimes and we're kind to each other, but I feel guilty about having a crush on her specifically, just the taboo I guess. Combine that with me not being the best when it comes to talking with anyone, and safe to say I've suffered a bit of stress over this. Last night, I was having a hard time going to sleep, I was in a hypnagogic state for around an hour before I finally went to sleep at 1:30 am or something.

The first dream was in a high school, but not my high school. It had this band room where there was a performance happening, and close to the entrance to the room, in the hallway, there was a door that led outside. I remember that I put a piece of paper on the door lock in a way that the door would close, but not lock. I entered the band room, and saw that my dad was sitting at a table in front of maybe 3 performers. I guess he was judging, but he was the only person sitting at the table. Then, someone called out (don't remember what he said) from outside the entrance, so I walked outside and saw an elderly-looking man outside the hallway entrance. I tried to open the door for him, but a person who doesn't look like anyone I know came out the band room door and told me not to open that door. Because of that, I gestured at the man to get away from the door and to enter the main entrance.
At this point, I went back to the band room and sat at the same table with my dad. A few seconds later, and the elderly man from before went inside the band room. A few more seconds later, and my dad and I got into an argument over something I can't remember. I got to the point that we began shouting, attracting the attention of everyone else in the band room. After a while of yelling, I walked away from him. At this point, I woke up, still pretty dazed. Some more things happened, but they're nothing more than blurry memories to me.
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I fell asleep maybe a few seconds after I woke up (I didn't see the time), beginning my second dream. It was in an empty gym room in a high school building that looked kind of like mine, but it had a few differences, like a trash chute that was at the end of the hallway I was in. Also, there were doors along the walls of the room leading to classrooms. The trash chute was to my east, while the hallway continued to my west. I climbed into the chute, hiding from something, although I didn't know what. A few minutes into this dream, the lunch bell sounded, so I walked westward towards what I assumed was the lunchroom.
Halfway through my walk, I suddenly woke up, but I was still dazed enough to fall back to sleep immediately. I continued my dream, where I was still walking to the lunchroom (to illustrate how long the hallway was, it was the same length from the main office to the lunchroom of my own school, so I'd say around 200 feet long). I reached the lunchroom, and I noticed a lot of people that I hadn't noticed before also walking there. They were students, specifically the seniors, at my school. One of the things that caught my attention was the clothes everyone else was wearing. Most of them were wearing black shirts and pants. However, maybe half of the girls who weren't wearing black were wearing the same clothes that my crush usually wears: light blue jeans, sky blue polo shirt, striped cardigan, and beige hijab. I guess this was supposed to be a sort of tribute to her-at least in my dream-since she's a respected student at my school (she's joined plenty of extracurriculars and got accepted to four different colleges this year, for example).
A short time-I'd say around a minute-after I entered the cafeteria, the bell sounded to signal that lunch ended. I remember me and everyone else exiting the lunchroom and heading to the opposite end of the hallway. Once I reached the gym, I noticed that there were tables laid out formally. At this point I figured that this was a graduation party or some other celebration for the seniors, and that I was attending somehow. I sat down at one of the tables northward, and on the next table over, my crush sat across from me, facing me. In my dream, I felt too shy to talk to her directly, so I tended to look away whenever we made eye contact.
This is the last thing I remember before I woke up. I felt kind of terrible when I woke up, like a hangover-like state. I jolted up to prevent myself from falling asleep again for some reason. I checked the time, and read 2:00 sharp on my clock. I took what felt like forever to go back to sleep until I heard my alarm, and this time I didn't dream.
Again, I'm sorry for the wall of text. I just needed somewhere to get this all out.
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I was an exchange student in Japan, lived in a small town, had a journalist-student gf. But every morning I would wake up to the family I was living with's twin sons, perhaps around 10-12 years old, announcing it was "sacrifice time" which meant that they blindfolded an old couple, one man, one woman, and lead them to the shed in the backyard. The sons would return, but not the old couple Sometimes the shed would grow ink-black limbs and wave its arms around, trying to grab something. Nobody cared though, not even my gf who just changed the subject to the Olympic games when asked about the human sacrifices in the backyard. The only information about the shed I could get was about another family being stuck in its walls. The sacrifices were to help them. Maybe it was their ink-black limbs sticking out of the shed? Who knows.

Rarely do I retain dreams as anything more than a feeling, but the other night I had one of the rare ones that i can recall with vivid and perfect clarity.

My childhood dog died a few years ago, but in this dream this wasn't the case. Here, she had moved out with me and lived the last few years in my apartment, growing to be implausibly old while for some reason regaining her youthful appearance. Things were otherwise normal in my residence, with my cat sleeping quietly on her cat tree while I typed at my computer. Suddenly, the room became flooded with red light coming through the window blinds, and my dog ran straight for the window. I raised the blinds and she jumped up upon the windowsill, standing with he front paws upon the glass.

Outside in the sky was a deep red and impossibly luminous blood moon that turned all the night sky and all the landscape an intense red. It was at least as beautiful to see as it was lurid. I smiled and looked to my dog and said to her, "Let's go outside and take this in!" We went out the front door and stood on the deck three stories up. On the ground below us a scattering of people had all come out to stare in transfixed awe at this impossible moon, looking almost hypnotized by it.

Only a few moments of tranquility passed before my dog's expression changed to something like glee or perhaps insanity. She charged forward and before I could move she leapt over the rail as if trying to reach for the moon itself, and all I could do is watch in horror as she plummeted three stories down to the concrete below. She hit with a loud cracking of bones, enough to break some of the people out of their stupor. One man pointed as asked loudly, "Did that dog just die?" Contrary to this inquiry, she kept twitching and making failing attempts to stand up. I ran down the stairs to where she lay near the bottom. All four legs were broken and her rib cage was partially collapsed. She was sputtering and could barely breath. I scooped her up in my arms as I remembered that there is a pet clinic within a mile of where I live. If I could just get her there in time she might be saved.

I ran with her to the parking lot, remembering with certainty where I had last parked, but when I got there my car was not there. Could I have miss remembered? I ran further into the lot looking around frantically. Nothing. My car was nowhere to be seen. In fact the whole lot was mostly empty. How? How could my car just be gone and at a time like this when seconds matter? How could I lose her like this after all these years? None of this is fair, none of this makes sense. A real wave of helplessness and despair hit me as I refused to accept that this could possibly be reality.

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