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I dreamt that my ex-girlfriend and I got back together and had a baby, and it seemed like we were happy. But toward the end of the dream, I realized it wasn't the woman I was with to this day and I yelled "NO" at the top of my lungs. When I woke up, I was holding my girlfriend and pretty close to tears. What does this mean?

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I saw my dead grandmother in my dream blessing me and praying for me so seriously that i kneelth down and hold her.parts of the prayer of blessing was i will not die young,i not beg in this life,i must become great in this life and many more with tears dropping from my eyes.please what does it mean?

I keep dreaming that a former friend gets killed in the army and i get a phone call to tell me from his fiance , i then have to tell his daughter that her dad isnt coming home , i normally then wake up in tears

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I was walking on a road when I saw a guy walking by. I don't know why but i was really really scared of him - like he would do something to me. A man was walking beside me and he put an arm around me, to cover and help me. A few girls came up to me to try to do something but the man saved me. Then we walked to where I wanted to go, and it was time for him to leave. I thanked him and he asked me for my name which I readily blurted out. However, I guess I waited for his, but nothing came. Then he asked for my age and I said that it didn't matter but still said that I was 18. He still didn't say anything. He started walking away while he was crying with a sad smile. I shouted out for him and ran behind him, but I guess I'd lost him. His tears made me cry and when I went home I cried for a long time in front of my grandfather who asked me repeatedly as to what happened. When he knew some man tried to do something, he put up his fork and said he'd kill him. But that wasn't the thing. I just couldn't stop crying. It was so intense, that I woke up crying.

I dreamt that my child was kidnapped and returned back with his friend by 2 black mens & 1 black lady who I know she works for caring for people. both my son & his friend had tears in their eyes. I called 999 to get them to see the kidnappers but they had left before the police arrived.

I was returning to church after being away for a few weeks. Everyone there greeted me with hugs and smiles. But nobody was more happy to see me than Justin. He held me in a long embrace, tears welling up in his eyes. He said that he had never missed anyone as much as he missed me. It was such a comforting moment, my heart was beating quickly and I just wanted to hold him for as long as I could. I felt so happy.