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My name is Tara Rose. I am a writer/producer in Brooklyn, NY. I often have very lucid, epic dreams, which I enjoy pondering & sharing with others.
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Monday, May 3, 2010
Real Scary Stuff (May 2010)
This might have been my paranoia resulting from recent events which fueled this last dream:
May 3, 2010
In backyard of NJ home with family. My brother was back there eating some homemade pastry cake. Further along in the dream, I was waking up inside the house and realizing that there was a guy posing as my dad with long hair who was getting us ready for school/work. He didn't know how to do anything, including pouring cereal, so I called him out as an imposter and tried beating him up. I slammed him against the wall a couple of times as if he were an old coat and it seems like he was dead. We attempted to hand cuff him, but he broke free.

The next morning Ryan and I woke up to our current apartment and found out there was a bomb threat made in the Daily News on our building. It would detonate when we called the contact "Hazel" in our phone. We frantically ran downstairs, scaring everyone in the building. I called the bomb squad after my mom had instructed me over the phone (eerily calm by the way) to get in touch with them. They told me if it was just an electrical problem I would be charged $35,000.00 and I started to cry. They got there, and when they searched the place, there was indeed a bomb inside.

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