Recent dreams containing meda page 4

I dreamed on medalist

I dreamt about medal of honor review

I had a dream about medal ban

I dreamt about Pflueger Medalist 1495

Me my dream was I have a medal that named there First honor and my name then my medal started to waste

I had a dream about bob howard medal of honor

Though this dream was flashes of memory mixed in with dread it make some science. I had just gotten out of an event that I felt I did horrible in. it had to do with pulling out all of our teeth and having faith that we could mix many chemicals together to make a potion that would allow for them to grow back. Not only did I refuse to pull out my own teeth but I forgot what chemicals I needed and ended up making a deadly black slug that came back to life and killed almost everyone in the room. I had bolted out of the room having to go pee really bad. Unfortunately the girl’s restroom was closed so I decided to go into the men’s room beside it. I walked in the first door two find a second door ten feet away. It was weird but I pressed on hopping to find a stall I could hide away in to pee. I walked through the last door to find myself in a dark lit lounge that looked like the like of hide away that was around in the time of bootleg liquor. Black and read are the only colors to show up other than a flash of brass or the deep mahogany of wood. The other thing that catches my eye in the dim lit area is a sign that says all girls will be killed on sight. I look around to see everyone in the room staring at me. I back up to the door as everyone stand and I wait for the worst with eye s clamped shut. “Gregory,” a man’s voice yells out. I peek out from under my lashes to see a man about my age come running over to me and wrap an arm around my shoulders. “Sorry mate I forgot that you didn’t know where I normally sat.” everyone sat back down back relaxed. My savior pulled me back to his booth in’ the corner. As we walked over I got a good look at him. He was tall and well-built with blue eyes and blond hair. We waited to talk until we were sat down. “thanks.” I murmured. He nodded his head and looked around the room. “you are lucky I’m nicer than mist the guys around here. They wouldn’t have saved you at all.” “Then why did you?” I asked curious. A smirk played on his and he grabbed my hands. “I need to tell you something very important. It could save billions of lives someday but you have to remember easily what I tell you. Do you understand?” I nod my head and he leans over the table. Just as he goes to tell me this information I’m shaken awake never to hear the important information.

Jennica and justin ferrer, liked me, i played it cool. justin tried to hug me and i was all, no dont. i got there and they we seated on the floor. i sat on the chair near them and they talked to thier friends about me, i pretended not to notice them. justin pulled me down to the floor and hugged me from behind. my lolo and lola sold the farm, my mom is moving to makati with my friends, rent is 7,000. i couldnt wake up, jella pushed my mom in front of the car so the shock would wake me up. it didnt. i flew away, i was thinking i was dead since i couldnt wake up. i flew away, with jella. i found my best friends. i asked them to come with me, i flew them away, nikki was the only one who didnt want to fly. we flew and dove into the sea. we could breathe underwater, so yes. I was asleep. I couldn't wake up. then there were chef's with medals. they say they are important in the dream land, else everybody would starve. one said he thought about burning down the restaurant by the beach so everybody would know how important he is.

Jennica and justin ferrer, liked me, i played it cool. justin tried to hug me and i was all, no dont. i got there and they we seated on the floor. i sat on the chair near them and they talked to thier friends about me, i pretended not to notice them. justin pulled me down to the floor and hugged me from behind. my lolo and lola sold the farm, my mom is moving to makati with my friends, rent is 7k. i couldnt wake up, jella pushed my mom in front of the car so the shock would wake me up. it didnt. i flew away, i was thinking i was dead since i couldnt wake up. i flew away, with jella. i found my best friends. i asked them to come with me, i flew them away, nikki was the only one who didnt want to fly. we flew and dove into the sea. we could breathe under water, so yes. I was asleep. I couldn't wake up. then there were chef's with medals. they say they are important in the dream land, else everybody would starve. one said he thought about burning down the restaurant by the beach so everybody would know how important he is.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”