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I was sitting in a bar and there were very expensive whiskey bottles on the shelves. Two of my friends walked in and shot a spitball at me, but he missed and hit the shelf, sending a million dollars worth of whiskey shattered on the floor. Then a woman (who looked like my Chemistry teacher) ran by with a glowing stick in her hand. She ran by again and I asked her what she was doing. She then walked up and killed both my friends, making me extremely emotional. She then took me through the memories of a little boy, including his baseball games. Then, she took me to a white room where a convicted rapist was being held. The convicted rapist was apparently the grandfather of the little boy with the memories. The woman began reading the memories to the old man. She told me she had to do this everyday. The old man then motioned me over to a piano and we played a song together. (I have no idea how to play the piano, but I did perfectly in this.) Then, the woman asked the old man how he felt about his son. The old man said nothing. The woman then asked the old man how he felt about his grandson. The man said he wished his grandson was his son. The woman then turned to me and told me to "Solve the mystery" or something very vague like that. When I made the assumption the grandfather attacked the little boy, the woman locked me in a dark room with a purple door. She told me I wouldn't be able to get out until I solved the puzzle. I screamed for her to let me out, but she refused. Then I woke up mid scream.

It is usually in two parts; the first is going back in time when I was a child (I am 21) and reliving in my opinion, my best years which involved old friends (I don't really talk to any of them anymore) and excelling at school work because I still have the mind of a 21 year old. The second part changes setting and I am involved in a sort of horror movie where I am being chased by a mystery person/figure who I fight constantly with weapons. Both he and I are fighting to kill, but the surroundings and atmosphere tend to be normal when running away from him or in the moments before he reappears, but when we eventually fight, my weapon which was working in the run up to the fight is now ineffective. Also, it gets darker and I move slower. I do wound the mystery person, but it doesn't effect them at all.

I was taking a shower in a public place with curtains an some mystery person was putting their hand on the curtain saying im gonna kill you crazy over an over finally when i went to reach out they left. so i go to my roommate an he shows me comfort told him about the mystery person. while he is comforting me his girlfriend s kids an mine are playing. something wrong with my child\'s face not too sure though so now we are all out on the boardwalk having a good time riding rides i start to freak out cuz strange people keep looking at me so i grabbed my roommate an said we have to go your getting sick on our way out we get stopped by the ride an is hanging on for dear life after that i see huge hermit crabs with extreme pinchers i ignore them an keep walking by this time i lost my roommate an see a group of college students just like me but they decided to follow me as i walk up to my car the window is down an the door is semi off i get in see that my battery is almost dead this random girl gets in my car that was with the group my car starts an i wake up

I've recently been getting anxiety about certain things. My mind would be messing with me, making me think things like "you may be friends with all the kids in your school but what if they're fake?" or things like "they all hate you". My mind would also randomly dig up things in the past just to point out evidence that all my so called friends are "fake" and it would kill me inside. I didn't want to talk about it to my friends or anyone because my mind would also make me think that it would make me a "toxic" and "needy" person. My mind would dig up all my past mistakes and make me think I am a villan to everyone, and that I was also a human parasite. I just kept fighting it and I didnt tell anyone about it. The weirdest thing is that everything has been going well for me and I dont have any quarrel with anyone at my school. But I cant help but have this dream..... I was at a fair full of people and even all the kids at my school, and strangers and other people. I would run into a friend and greet them, but all of them reacted negatively. ALL of the friends would. For example: The first friend, we were good friends but not super close you know. I went up to her to greet her but she seemed confused, creeped out, like she didn't even remember me. Like all the good memories of me and her were just.. gone. The second friend, was my best friend I've known for 5 years. In real life she had curly, long hair. But in this dream her hair was straight and medium length. So next, I went up to the second friend, complimented her hair, then have her a hug. She shoved me away and said I was creepy and that everyone at the school thought the same way. The weirdest thing is. I was known to be the "popular but kind" Kid that was friends and cool with everyone. This dream felt so real. After I met her in the dream, I would try to meet one school friend after another. They would all just act like they don't remember me and that I was a stranger. I greeted all the friends I knew. and they all traded me in an unfriendly way. Then this one kid that I didnt know of, appeared in my dream and just yelled out things like "Why do you even think that people like you? whats wrong with you?? Why are you so creepy everyone hates you!" Things like that. and I replied with things like "I dont understand..... I thought I was friends with them" We had a argument then mystery girl attacked me. I hit her in the face and pushed her off. Then I ran to a corner to pick up a high heel boot. She ran and tried to tackle me, then the lights went out and it was pitch black. I used the heel of the boot to hit her in the head repeatedly and get her off of me, then the lights were back on. The mystery girl was gone. There was nothing but a boot and blood on my hands. A teacher runs up to me and yells at me "Why did you do this?!?!?" And I just replied with "There's no such thing as real friends" and then I woke up. Crying more than I needed to. And now I have to know what it all means. like why was i at the fair?!?! why did all my friends turn against me? Why did I kill someone for self defense?

My dream is about a 3 year old boy, who is my son, asking can he go with his dad for the weekend. He's tall for his age. I told him no because his dad was probably doing something with his girlfriend . I called him "Donny" in the dream, short for Adonis. So he says, "Call him." I told him no & he should call him. Then he says, "Please, Mommy!" I dialed his dad's number & he talked to him & told him that I said he was busy with his girlfriend . he was standing in front of me with a black tank top, boxers, & black socks. He says, "No, daddy doesn't have a girlfriend & that he would be there to pick him up. He then says, "Mommy, can daddy spend the night?" I said yes, that's fine. In the beginning of the dream, I was clearly hurt by whatever his dad did to me, but I'm not sure exactly what he did. Clearly, I was in love with my son's father in the dream. When he gets there, I open the door from sitting on the chaise, & he walks in. He is wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, & black sneakers. In the dream, he is at least 6'4.I could see one of the tattoos on his lower right arm. I knew that he had tattoos in other places, one being on the upper left arm. I looked him up & down, but his face was a blur. I tell my son to go get dressed & he comes out with blue jeans & sneakers on, but he never put on a shirt over his tank top. he asks his dad, "Daddy, can mommy come with us?" I immediately respond no & that we can do something together next weekend. He then begs, "Please, mommy?" His father replies, "Come on baby. Go with us." I get up, get dressed, & we head out. On the way out the door, I ask my son where is his shirt. It was cold outside, & still did not have on a shirt. Finally, I close the door, lock it, & then I wake up from the dream. Recently, I was contacted by an unknown person that says he knows me, so I started talking to him. I have never seen this man before. During this time, I am still having the dream. Three weeks ago, the father of my son's face was revealed to me, & it's the guy that contacted me. Since the face was revealed, I see the mystery guy in the dream. The voice matches, the height, skin complexion, everything. In the dream, I was staring at my son because he looked nothing like me, but identical to this guy. Come to find out, the guy that contacted me is exactly 6'4. I have been having this dream for 6 years. It starts in June & ends in January. No matter what time f day I may be napping, this dreams is always present. I even started pulling letters out of my dream. Unbeknownst to me, these letters collectively make up the dad's last name, which I didn't know until I asked him. Can you tell me what this means?

I meet with a childhood friend and decide to go back to my childhood home. In my childhood home, my old black horse (which I sold is in the garden), and it seems she has been living in my old shed. I groom her with my friend, but when I put her back in the shed, I go to clean it out because its dirty but every time she tries to kick me. My friend suggests I go home while she invites a party to the old house. I decide to stay in spite of my friends wishes, and meet a boy my age who I have never seen in real life. I can't remember his face either but I know I saw it. Suddenly the police arrive, and me and the boy jump over the garden gate holding hands and run from the police who are chasing us. We never stop holding hands. Suddenly I ran so fast that I begin to fly, and I let go of the mystery boys hand. I fly over the police officers and around the countryside. Suddenly I remember the boy, so I try to get back to him. I struggle trying to land, but he is on top of a hill while I'm in a field with people wearing black hoods. Suddenly I see him fly, so I fly up to join him and we hold hands again. We fly around, when we come to a city, and people look up in shock because we are flying. I see mother and aunty, whom ask what I am doing, but I can't remember the response I gave them. I ask my mother to hold my bag while I join hands with the boy once more. We take off in flight, but I kick off my shoes before hand. Suddenly everyone in the city seems to be flying. We spot a homeless woman who cannot fly, so we help her, but every time we begin to fly she crys out in pain so we set her down and take off once more. I begins to snow, and the city looks beautiful. I turn to kiss the boy, but he sticks his tongue out and makes a joke of it. I go to kiss him again, and if almost reluctantly he kisses me back. I am confused but not disheartened. We land in a college, and I ask him something and he replies his school was very small, and you don't need the fancy education if you just opened your eyes and listen. I agree, and mention that some people pay thousands for school whilst some pay nothing, and we all still end up on the same path. We go up a flight of stairs, open a door, and that's when the dream ends.

I went to Bangladesh for the third time with my parents. At this time I am around 22 years old. I see this guy that I remember from the second visit. We start talking and he becomes very flirtatious. My family hold a party at the house and we all gather around the dining table. There is a guy I have never seen standing in the doorway staring at my. The women ask when im getting married but I say im only getting married to a guy born in England. Soon enough the mystery guy starts talking to me and he speaks to me in english much to my liking. We begin a relationship and he proposes to me.

Dreamt I was going on a trip overseas, somehow won a ton of cash for the trip. Once at my destination I met up with a met young man I never met before in my waking life. He was tall, thick dark hair kept neat and styled in a short floppy do. He wore glasses, and dressed in an academic style. We went from the small town I arrived in via a strange, overcrowded and dirty subway or train to the city. He urged me to take a pit stop in one of the larger towns, this town being where my ex was living. I hesitated but followed him anyways. I don't know how we got inside my ex`s house, but the man seemed to be able to make him and I become mostly invisible. This came in handy because his current girlfriend walked into the upstairs where we were. She walked into my ex`s room where he was sleeping because she heard us walking. The guy turned us both invisible, once she returned downstairs, I snuck into the bedroom she had left. Still invisible I stood over my ex while he slept, some words were exchanged by myself and my partner about the situation. Weather or not I should talk to my ex, I did not want to, I had cut my ties with him and was happy about it. My partner wanted me to at least say hi while I was there. My partner then had an amusing idea that if I was not going to face my ex, that he suddenly reversed the invisibility on myself. it was at that moment my ex woke up to see me standing over him. In that moment I panicked as I looked down at my startled ex, I scrambled for something to say. the only thing I could think of was to say ``boo!`` This only further startled my ex; though he seemed a little bit pleased once the shock of the moment wore off. The unknown guy only laughed, seemingly pleased or at least amused by my antics. He made me invisible once more, further confusing my ex, who then called for his current girlfriend to come upstairs. The young man took me by the wrist and lead outside where we resumed the trip, going back to the train. The train was so overcrowded that I nearly lost him. I found him sitting in the seats across from me, he had saved me a spot next to him, even patting at the empty seat, beckoning me to join him. I got up and pushed past the people and took that seat. We traveled for what seemed like days on that train. We reached out stop, a grimy pub. I showed the bouncer my ID and went inside with the guy. There was someone I knew waiting at a booth for us, my ex`s best friend, whom I befriended in life. The three of us all had a few drinks and mostly chatted and had a good time. Thats when my ex strolled in, sitting in our booth. I was less than pleased, but avoided talking to him. He would keep bringing up how surprised he was to see me, that he wasn't really dreaming after all. The mystery guy again urged us two to talk, though he seemed a bit protective of me in the situation. The dream ended around there.

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