Recent dreams containing enes page 4

Adems, el concurso, que se celebr por vez primera y que cont como escenario con el Museo de las Figuritas Originales de Bruselas, donde Xico comparte espacio con los Pitufos o Tintin, tuvo un enfoque diferente a tradicionales certmenes chocolateros, centrados en el sabor y no en la decoracin, explic De Deckers. fitflop

Long story short..my daughter in law...on sept 26 2013...said she was taking the kids...my 3 grandkids...jaqai 6yrs old,josiah 1 1/2yrs old and manalani only 5months old...to the park...no jackets/food/toys/diapers and left with them...to another state...she hasnt let me talk to them and my son was vewry upset...they all lived with me for 8yrs...and me and jaqai have a very close and loving relationship...she very rarely lets my son talk to his kids...but for the past month and a half...everyweek i have a dream that they are back with me....the mother is around but in the dreeam not much interaction with her..she's like on the sideline...in the room where she always was...but the recent one...was ...as if...they just got back home...to us....and i was hugging and kissing them all....crying...and i could see the mother....in my dream almost ..like she use to do here....sit back and waatch ...ME>>>>but she wasnt clear or important in my dream...as if...we didnt even realize she was in the room with us....i break down crying alot...and i even...know the mother is very jealous of me and jaqai...my oldest grandson's closeness...one of my dreams last week...i saw jaqai and was talkin to him but he wasnt ...fully there....almost...smokey/cloudy...as if i was scared in that dream to let him go.....but the last one...is when i held them and cried...please interpert for me......i am broken and VERY VERY WORRIED ABOUT THIER WELL BEING...AND SAFETY...SHE HAS BEEN NEGLECTFULL BUT...PURPOSELY TRYING TO HURT ME BY NOT LETTING ME TALK TO THEM....I DONT TRUST HER JUDGEMENT...AND WILL LEAVE THEM WITH WHOEVER....THANK UY\

Prayer time at the church and you asked if we would stand and form a prayer circle. Our prayer circle was huge, much bigger than our current church size. You then asked if we would look into the eyes of the persons to our right and to our left and then intertwine our fingers together as to pray. I immediately felt those who were uncomfortable. Then you said, “all who have issues with this kind of closeness you may leave”. People broke the circle and left! Our prayer circle got way smaller, you then affirmed that the fake Christians have all left our church

I was in the college auditorium and all my friends were doing a play. On my way there my phone rung, it was my ex but it looked as if I deleted her number because it only showed the number and her name. Her picture was deleted. I didn't pick up, but as the play started she came and took my phone, the entire time she spent typing a long rant dedicated to me, but when the play ended she took the battery out of my phone so that I couldn't read it until the phone restarted. As I pieced together my phone her new girlfriend kept making dramatic scenes. Whipping cobwebs down so she wouldn't walk through them, asking what they would do next ect...my ex never responded she just kept walking with her head down. Then I came to a transportation house where I took my phone inside and came out in her old apartment...but I woke up before I could read her message.

Estaba en un bote y que había alguien en una silla que me decía ordenes para seguir adelante y que yo los cumplía cada una de esas ordenes

Aggressiveness

The dream started with me standing at the entrance to a forested park with some friends. When I learned that we were about to partake in a scavenger hunt, I was very excited as I knew this park well and announced that I had done scavenger hunts here before and knew all the good hiding spots. (I use the term "scavenger hunt" because that is what it was called in the dream, even though we didn't have a list to follow and were basically just looking for hidden items, more like an Easter egg hunt.) I started out feeling very confident that I had an advantage and would be able to find everything easily. I looked in all my usual spots but was surprised to find that I wasn't having a lot of luck. I stumbled upon a collection of carefully laid out bones which looked a bit like the remains of a very large bird but the impression in my mind was that they were dinosaur bones. At this point my understanding was that we were hunting for light-coloured rocks so I picked a few out of the bones and put them in a paper bag that I was carrying. Then I noticed another, much smaller, collection of bones nearby which precisely resembled the larger arrangement. Next I got down on my hands and knees to peer inside a hollowed out section of a tree stump and discovered a few more rocks close to the opening to add to my bag. I could see a deeper part of the hollow further back and, mostly unconcerned about insects and cobwebs, I reached my hand into the darkness. Suddenly an animal poked its snout out at me. It took me a minute to realize it was a bear, and then I noticed a small white ceramic bear figurine on a smaller stump nearby. That is when I realized my current strategy of assuming that whoever had done the hiding would have put things in the same spots I would think to look was not going to get me anywhere, and that in fact he had left clues in the form of smaller versions of the things I really needed to look at. The next thing I noticed was a large shrub with two conspicuous cuts on its branches which resembled small tree stumps. Convinced this was another clue, I told everyone in my group that we should look for two tree stumps standing next to one another. At this point I encountered some skeptical resistance to my theory that the hider was leaving small clues for us and it was also starting to get dark so everyone wanted to quit and go home but I eventually convinced them to keep searching. We all looked around for a while until I found two stumps on the backside of a knoll. Again, I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the space between them. I spotted some sparkly things which I retrieved and put in my bag, but I could see that there was much more in the area behind them so I worked on trying to find a way to get there. Around the left hand side of the stumps was a barbed wire fence which I tried to climb over but the barbs proved to be too much of an obstacle so I covered them with a piece of something like paper or cloth. This was still too challenging so I continued further around the enclosure until I found a tiny opening that I could squeeze through. Once inside, the space appeared to be a small corral, fenced or walled in at all sides with a dry, dusty dirt floor and mostly covered with low tree boughs. Here I found many treasures, some out in the open and some located within hidden corridors whose openings were not apparent unless I looked very carefully. There were sea shells, trinket boxes, costume jewellery, carabiners and keychains, crystal and rubber balls, a huge stash of leatherwork that my sister had created, candy, pencil crayons, and long-forgotten toys that I had owned and played with as a child. At one point I discovered a series of three small silver triangles, all linked together in a chain, which were intended to be lined up like a puzzle ring and worn on one's finger. When I found this particular item, somehow I knew that Rob (my soulmate) had left it there as a gift for me. There were so many wonderful things to collect that I ran out of room in my paper bag and was struggling to hold them all in my arms or to decide which things to leave behind. By this point the members of my group had evolved to include several children, plus my sister, who was trying to convince me to hurry up or quit so we could go home before it got too dark. She explained that we needed to divide all the loot up amongst the children and let them choose one by one which items they wanted to keep for themselves, but I argued that it would take too much time because there were so many things that had been found, plus there were nostalgic items from our childhood that she wouldn't want them to take anyway. I said it was better for us to just take everything home with us, sort through and divide it all up as equally as possible and then give each of the children a bag of treasures in the morning. Somehow at this point the dream changed scenes and I was no longer in the forest but standing indoors near a concession stand of some sort. It may have been a coffee counter or a bakery. There were many people lined up for their turn at the register but I didn't want to get to the counter; I was trying to get to the wall of post office boxes behind it. I squeezed my way past the line up and the counter which I had to push out of the way a little, and then opened up the door to my mailbox. Though the opening was small, the space inside was vast, and I could see that there were quite a few letters to collect. Most of them were flyers or envelopes addressed to my workplace but I kept hoping that there would be something fun for me as well, like a hand-written letter from a friend. As I looked around inside the box, I could see that some old letters from years ago had fallen through cracks or lodged themselves in the seams around the edges so I worked on getting those free. I couldn't reach a lot of the envelopes toward the back because the box was so huge, and as I struggled to get them, a person suddenly appeared in the space, presumably having climbed through a large opening at the back. She was about my age, with long dark hair and dark eyes and she began collecting all of the mail that I could not reach and passing it to the front of the compartment for me. She started to talk about her father and how he used to work with me. I said, "Oh, I didn't know I had worked with your dad; I thought your father was the man on TV, the spiritual leader." She explained I was mistaken, but I still couldn't place her actual father in my memory so I asked her for his name. She wasn't sure and said it was one of two names but couldn't remember which. (She said two actual names in the dream but I can't recall now what they were.) I asked, "Well, what is his last name?" and thought she replied, "Mar". I said, "Oh, that's funny, I have a cousin whose middle name is Mar. Is yours spelled the same, or is it M-A-R-R?" She said, "No, not Mar, my name is Guar." "Really, Gwar, like the metal band?", I asked. "No," she said, "G-U-A-R".

Keep having dreams where my wife is treating me horribly. Been happening for a few weeks but the two most recent: Dream hanging out in a room with two other younger cool guys. One starts telling me I don't deserve her, I put up with it as they're guests of my wife (work colleagues I feel in the dream) but I look to her to discredit their attack and she seems to want it to keep happening, I threaten violence and tell her if you believe their attack than why are we together and I give her an ultimatum to stop them or I will either kick their ass and/or why are we together if she feels this way. I say why don't we just give up and I say if you feel this way just take off your ring, all this us happening in front of the two guys who are egging her to do it. She fiddles with the ring but doesn't seem ready just yet to take it off. I grab one of the guys by the chest (although he's shirtless for some reason now), the main one who seems to love her, and I throw him across the room. His friend jumps in and I grab by the shirtless chest again and punch him repeatedly in the face. I then toss him aside and feel non threatened by both but start worrying that I'm now going to be kicked out if the country as I am Canadian (I am in real life) and just assaulted someone. The entire dream is very frustrating and I don't understand why my wife is acting so unloving and indifferent. She also seems younger in the dream the guys are younger and I'm my current age. 2nd dream just happened and I'm for some reason living with my wife (again younger like when I first met her) wife another man in my old basement suite of my parents house that I used to live (in real life) in before moving to college. In the dream the other man is a cool dj and I think he's really cool as well and I like him personally but I only act like I'm ok with this arrangement relationship to be with my wife. I see them together and I feel extremely sad less frustration. I eventually tell her that I can't do this anymore and that I love her and hope she would choose me but she doesn't and at this point she then begins to question everything about me that I in real life) think make me cool and desirable and that those don't really impress her. She even goes so far as to ask me if a business I started in college (real business that I stopped doing right before I met her) even happened. At this point there are now three other people witnessing this situation I'm shattered by my wife's lack of any love at all and indifference to me not wanting to be in this three way relationship anymore and I dial up a friend that (in real life and in the dream) can vouche for the business and hand the phone to her. He does but it doesn't change anything and I then notice my partner (in real life) who I started the business (and us a close friend in real life) is one of the people witnessing this and I lash out at her as she is agreeing with my wife on my lameness and I'm yelling at her in frustration as to why don't you have my back and why didn't you speak up when my wife questioned the existence of our company.

Asking for forgiveness

Begging a woman for forgiveness