Recent dreams containing disgrace

I dream I was in a car with a great wealth king who I know In my country and he said we should get food to eat all of a sudden I saw army started protecting him and I couldn’t get closer but sir on a different table and I realized under of my short was torn and I saw the friends sitting behind me at the table and the way encouraging a little boy to disgrace me and I saw the dad of the child with anger beat the child

In my dream President Trump gave a speech to the nation about the pandemic. He was wearing a large crown and a t-shirt that read "King of Ventilators" and Ivanka sat at his feet in a negligee coquettishly stroking a large white tiger. Sitting on the floor behind Ivanka - disgraced zoo owner Joe Exotic sat dressed in bondage gimp gear - dutifully chopping up lines on a mirror. Cases of disinfectant and syringes were stacked along the wings of the stage. Trump however -possibly for the first time in memory - appeared unable to speak. His eyes were wide open and his pupils huge. His lower jaw ground repetitively from side to side as the camera slowly zoomed in on the President in his unusual moment of aphasia. Small chunks of white crystalline material periodically fell from his nose. It took time for me to notice the President's rapid blinking. Longer still for me to realize there was not just order to his blinks but meaning.....could it be.....??? YES!! THE PRESIDENT WAS BLINKING A MESSAGE IN MORSE CODE!! Over and over he laboriously blinked out the code to spell one word: "S......E......M.....E....N....A.....N......C......Y......" S-E-M-E-N-A-N-C-Y "Semenancy?" WTF?? You tell me....weirdest dream I ever had by far.....

Mr McCallum, 45, and the late Mr Stuckey are the latest of ten prisoners to be exonerated as part of an investigation into what Brooklyn’s new district attorney has called a “legacy of disgrace with respect to wrongful convictions”. Nike KD V

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Boyfriend disgrace

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

As I was about to sleep, one of my superiors at work rested his body next to me. All of a sudden he asked me if I already kissed someone. I said no. Then he mentioned that he'll be my first kiss. He gave me not just one kind of kiss (which happens to be a torrid one), but five! We were giggling after doing all those carnal acts. Unexpectedly, I got caught by my cousin. She told me that my acts were disgraceful.