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I had a dream that I told

I had a dream that I told my niece to write the types of love for me but she couldn’t do it because she’s still a child I angrily take her to her mom my sister and report her and leave my sister comes to me and my mom explaining that she didn’t do it because my niece didn’t know how to not because she didn’t want to I got angry and refused to forgive my niece and lied that she did the writing of love last year I then refuse to baby sit and caused chaos in the house my sister then goes to work but calls my mom to talk to me to please forgive and watch my niece I go out to an event expecting to catch my crush lying to me but when I got there he was telling the truth that he wasn’t there I then rush into love with a stranger get married and heart broken then my sister says don’t rush

Red haired woman i had fallen in

Red haired woman i had fallen in love with. in an institution. She didn't like to do it unless I was single and I told her the truth

So last night I dreamt I was

So last night I dreamt I was with my partner who is split gender, who goes by Anna, apparently I develop feelings for her and we kinda hang out/coworkers. Well in front of everyone, you, my family, and other friends this girl walks up and said she was Anna's fiancé. I was so heartbroken I woke up sobbing. After I calmed my self down and went back to sleep. The dream continue I ran to my hotel room, apparently we were staying at a hotel, lock myself self in went to my bed and just sobbed. Then she came in apparently had the key too. She told me it was all a lie that the girl was stalking her and that she loved me. I asked her over and over was that the truth or did just felt bad for me. She said it was the truth. But the I was afraid that we couldn't be together because in society she consider a female even though she has male parts on the bottom, and my Dad wouldn't accept, but she tells me my dad gave her his blessings, because she told she was really supposed to be born a guy. Then the alarm goes off.

I am a saved born again Jesus

I am a saved born again Jesus loving Christian. I pray, read my Bible, fear God and try to gain wisdom. I am 68 years old and it has only happened twice in my life but I am horrified and very troubled by it. Why have I had dreams that I am either satan or a satanic worshipper and follower. This has caused me great horror and trouble in my mind, heart and soul. Why would a God fearing Jesus loving Christian have such dreams? Some I have asked do not answer as if there is something they do not want to tell me. What does this mean? I am so troubled. Thank you for your truthful and honest analysis and opinion. God bless your ministry. Mike Sullivan

I dremt of something unusual...like i was

I dremt of something unusual...like i was having a dream really big. i could feel it cuz every dream seems short but that one took forever but i slept like 6 hours. in my dream i was in a room with some relatives and all of a sudden everything started breaking or fire started spreading...everyone stared at me with a face of hatred and fear in me.. i was really scared too.. they said my eyes tell me i've grown a bad luck or some stuff like that and i will bring destruction wherever i go therefore it was true in my dream.. wherever i went for help was burnt to ashes my friends died infront of my eyes and everyone said its all my fault.. i'm saying the truth and i'm really scared

Me and this boy from school were

Me and this boy from school were in the CSI and our cover was almost blown so we had to leave our homes and hid till be could find a safe spot to stay. So we went to Jacson's house to stay for the night. Well Jacson had some friends over and so we had to explain it to them too. Then some of Clarissa's friends came over. Clarissa is the girl next store. So they came over to hangout. So then we had to explain it to them too. They all promised they wouldn't tell anyone even if there life depended on it. Then things go crazy. Like truth or dare and spin the bottle crazy.

I was going on a journey; to

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.