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I awoke in a classroom that looked like 2nd or 3rd grade. No classroom I've been in. There were crayons and typical little kid things strewn about. I looked around and saw multiple people I knew and many I didn't as little kids watching the teacher. Then I saw the boy I had a crush on in 8th grade also sitting there. He gets in many of my dreams even though I haven't seen him in years. I thought to myself, "Now that I've gotten a new chance, maybe I can get him to like me!" But every step I took toward him made me feel like I was farther and farther away from him. Eventually instead of being in the classroom anymore, I was in an old witch looking ladys attic. She began shrilling at me for using her portraits as portals to other world. This part of the dream I wasn't the girl anymore (I NEVER have dreams where I am myself, I'm either some animal or person I've never seen) I had the perspective that I was rather watching the girl from the ceiling at an angle. She was about 14 with short dark brown hair that had sprinkles and small candy in it. She jumped away from the witch lady into a portrait of two wolves silhouetted on a hill. End of dream

I've had many dream where I am some sort of animal, most of the times a turtle dove, and I'm peacefully ever so happy simply enjoying flying around a carnival or a field. But then almost as soon as the dream starts, I realize I'm just dreaming and fall. Then I'll try repeatedly to fly again, but can no longer fly. There's normally no one else in these dreams. I've had thing dream once as a bone covered dragon, but I was able to fly after a while.

This is my most vivid dream. It's not often I can remember the color of things in dreams, or that there are many colors at all, but this dream started with me. I wasn't anyone else, I was me. Which is also a rarity. It started with me sitting next to a very skinny boy about 15 or 16 sitting next to me on the steps of an old beat up and abused trailer/house. Trash was everywhere, beer cans and trashbags over filled. He wore a hoodie or sweatshirt of some kind and skinny jeans. I don't remember his eyes, they might have been covered with his long shining silver hair. It was the typical emo/scene hairstyle for a guy. I felt happy talking to him about things I couldn't even hear. The trailer was surrounded by a vivid fantasy forest that GLOWED. It shimmered Blues, Greens, and Purples. Not the ugly shades, the most perfect shades of those colors. That was the setting. Here's what happened.
We were talking, me and this unnamed guy. Then his father (Idk why but I had the feeling he was abusive and cruel) who was drunk yelled at him to get a beer for him and stop talking to me and get chores done. The guy got up and cussed the old man out and left into the forest. I don't remember moving, but suddenly I was under a tree on a hill with him. It was like a cherry blossom tree you would see in animes, Petals constantly falling so gently without any certain direction. But this tree had golden flowers and golden shimmering petals falling. It was amazing. We layed there against the tree talking, and then he got up and ran into the forest. I ran after him, jumping over a purple fallen tree, surrounded by the forest and its blue ferns that grew and unraveled before my eyes. The forest moved! I ran after him on the little trail in the forest, but then suddenly I was surrounded by gold smoke.
I looked around, I could barely see, And I realized it wasn't smoke, but tons of pollen that filled the forest like a thick sweet mist. Bee's where stirring up the pollen of many of these strange flowers that I couldn't make out in the thick haze of pollen. I continued on until I saw the boy again, standing there looking at me with a smile.
Then I woke up. I loved that dream so much. Every bit of it was so vivid. But it was the only dream like that I've had.

Just a little dream that I decided to get a shiny ditto on PH and ended up stuck on the 2nd one.