Recent dreams containing punched page 12

I was in a mansion that was supposely my home my high school was right in front so after school i had mud on me and went walking home with my crush later my crush and his friend were walking oast my house to a party that i wasnt aloud so my science teacher who was in the house overheard and got them in trouble in front my crush she said i reported them but i didnt so i got really sad and he cried so i cried but then i got because i went to tell everyone i didnt report them then there was a big war and gun wear shooting at my house which was now a fort i was looking for my crush for awhile so i can tell him it wasnt me then when i found him he got in big trouble that his mom punched his teeth and they hurted him so we both looked each other in the eyes and cried later something was chasing us so we ran away but i ran to fast and left him behind and then i woke up after i couldnt find him

I went to get a tattoo and, at the last minute, left the tattoo parlour to tell my parents. My brother and mother were across the street, talking to someone in a van. I went to cross the road to get to them, fully aware of the van waiting at a junction fifty or so yards down the street. However, as I was crossing the road, the van suddenly sped up and raced towards me. I stopped in the middle of the road to let it go past, and then continued on to the other side of the street. The driver of the second van stopped his vehicle and turned in the road, came back towards me and then stopped, exiting the van. He came up to me and started yelling and pushing me. I fell and cut my face at one point. My family had disappeared. I ran back across the road to a line of people waiting to use an ATM. Everyone saw me, but only one person stepped forward to help. He ended up being punched in the face by the man attacking me. I left, running away from that street and taking three side roads to evade detection. I woke up breathing hard and with my heart thumping against my chest.

Getting punched in the face and having a bad nose bleed

Getting punched in the face in a basement and being robbed of rings

Getting punched in the face in a basement and being robbed of jewellery

Running through a dark place being torn apart, scratched, ripped, burned, punched,

I punched my mom in the dome

Punched in mouth

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”