Recent dreams containing fate page 2

I had a dream about hand of fate

Witnessed a fatel beating

I was in front of a soothsayer,so worried about my single life and why i am not married,he throw some coins down to read it,they were 6neated baskets placed on the ground.3 on the right,3on the left.the more coins that enters a basket will tell my marriage fate.Coins were entering the right but at the end he had 3coins left,when he throw the coins it became 6in number and 3coins bore the crucifix of Jesus Christ.he told me i had to make peace with God and that i should go.Going i meet my ex boyfriend in front of a white beautiful painted house he asked me in and as i got in to his room,the room was a mess,disorder ,unpainted and dirty.after leaving his place going down the road,there was a woman behind me who was like protecting me,and in front of me i saw 3 women(witches) each holding a plate of food.the first one offered me pawpaw,i rejected it in Jesus name,the second offered me a plate of bread i rejected it in Jesus name.and immediately i woke up.

I dreamed on fated

I dreamed on the deadly hand of heavenly fate

I had a dream about the central and neutral pillar is defined as air fate in greek philosophy

I dreamt about rosa hornes sad fate

I dreamt about a sodom fate, the pedophile

It started with me at Natalie's apartment, where we talking about something that I don't really remember. For some odd reason, Natalie was wearing glasses and at some point during my visit I had my left arm stretched out in front of me and when I turned to face Natalie, I shattered her glasses, mostly the left lens. At that point everything else seemed to stop and I profusely apologized and did all I could to give her whatever medical attention she needed. I don't know why but she seemed withdrawn and in shock, or something. While I was getting a rag to wipe off the blood on her face, I kept thinking about a news story that a convict's fate would be decided by the people, a first in recent history. When I had a rag, for some reason it took me three tries to get the rag wet enough and once I returned to Natalie she had pulled out all the glass that was in her face, leaving very little left to do. While I was trying clean off the blood still on her face, I was also trying get her to talk to me but she was still very unresponsive. I kept trying by bringing up different things and the convict who's fate was in the hands of the people kept coming up in both my thoughts and my attempts to get a response from Natalie.

I was in a dark theatre, I was sitting in the middle of the audience. There was no one on stage, then I saw monkeys charging at me, falling off the front of the stage and dying. Once one monkey fell, another one would charge at me and have a similar fate. This went on and didn't seem to end.