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We were in our usual food court waiting for our food when a usual waiter came up to my side.He kinda interested in me but his presence made me felt weird.He purposely placed his tray on our table beside me.He talked with me but I can't quite make out his words except there's always this phrase " Kita " which meant " Us" in Malay.Because of being uneasy with him,I complaint to my mum and gosh!!!She's real protective mum .But when I woke up,suddenly it occured to me that he may be my twin flame in disguise to pull my legs.I hope this makes u laugh!

. I had this deam recently about some friends and I at a concert. It seemed nice at first but it changed. For some reason, I was carrying a glass flute the whole time. Not sure if that means anythimg but that was there. My friend wandered off while I admired the music. Not too much longer after that, he comes back telling me that he got laid. I though that was good for him, although I was slightly jealous. Then he passes out. Some guy carry him out and im told he died of an overdose. That was hard on my but I stayed to party anyway. I was trying to enjoy myself and socialize and I managed to get in the mood again. Then my crush comes over to me and I ask her to dance. She tells me that she wants to do more than just dance. She takes me to a back room and Im pretty exited because the closest ive ever gotten to doimg this irl was shaking my mother's hand. (Im probably the only person my age that hasn't had their first kiss yet.) I tell her ive never done anything like this before. She says "what a shame", which is a phrase I say quite frequently. Then she goes an begins to make out with another one of my friends, leaving me alone.

Once was a normal day Then found a familiar face We did somethings together but i noticed he changed one of our friends to a leaf bear "Nario" and tried to get me killed from it However i took out my sword and killed it with rapid sword swings I then realized that what i did was wrong and then decided to go home because it was my birthday But he wouldnt let me go and then turned into a rock that said "where are you going" and i replied, " leave me alone i want to be with my family for my birthday" and swung my sword out of fustration and created sword cuts on the rock. The rock then turned back to being normal. Then i went back to my family who had a sort of picnic outside. My family seemed to be a pack of swordsmen as well. All my friends were there and then i suddenly look on the pavement and things turned black and white i noticed that nuerons turn white on the pavement from my friends footsteps, music cued in witheveryone footstep creating an ominous boom. I then heard whispers from the familiar face saying, "You could have just asked" and other phrases. I then said "does anyone see that pack of neurons?" My aunt said yes and swung it with her sword and heard the familiar face man fall across onto our front yard. Then i heard it again the familiar face picking itself up and walking grudingly towards me and i said the words, "kill it" and my aunt swung viciously to my thought killing it but woke up the minute after.

It started out with me being in some type of outside classroom , we were discussing something and I think I got bored, I started the weird dream with a self levitation thing where I hung off the end of a wall with the tip of my toes laying perpendicular to the ground. no one noticed me doing it or ignored me , I proceeded to hover and the fly around the area. people looked and saw i was flying, then they wanted to do it too. I taught them one by one how to hover, levitate and fly. It was all types of people. At that point now , as they were flying, especially myself, I was singing in an almost sub-sonic tone that rattled dishes and shook stuff on the ground. What disturbed me about the dream was the phrase of the words i was singing ( in that sub-sonic type voice ) " LET THE LIMBS HANG LOW "

I was at a big old white farmhouse mansion for a family gathering. while exploring the house I realized there were maids and butlers each one had a different obsession. The maid I met had an obsession with dogs and would place them in weird places such as microwaves, cupboards, and shelves. Then I was outside with a cousin playing kick ball she kicked the ball too far and it went into the neighbors yard. my aunt told me to go get it so I walked over to the house. Once I got to the yard I seen a bunch of various clothing items laying in the yard, I then bent down to pick up a pair of shorts. A random girl with long black hair came outside and said "those are mine" I then said I was just getting the ball. She said I should come inside and see the rest of her wardrobe. I went inside and was looking at a bunch of clothes when I tall boy with shaggy blonde hair came up behind me and started whispering things about cracking my neck and aligning my back. He would not stop talking about it and was obviously very obsessive of the topic. That's when I noticed things were weird. The girl starts leading me to her room to show me more clothes as I was walking up the stairs I seen a boy with black hair sitting In the corner rocking back and forth saying "the word of the day is..." Inserting random words in, defining them, then using them in a sentence. This boy was very repetitive too and would not stop saying the same phrases over and over. As the girl turned into her room I ran out the door back to the White House and was searching for my grandmother when I turned around the firm and the two boys were behind me repeating themselves over and over

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.

We are hugging, wrapped in each others arms, feeling safe, feeling whole. The energy is so passionate, so pure and so strong that it is nearly tangible. My eyes are closed and I'm pressed up against him, feeling his heart beat, the rise and fall of his chest, his strong arms around me; I melt into him. I focus, and feel - the feeling we've known before, that we've shared before. It is a complete high, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I feel our energy transfer, as if each cell has found its reciprocal messenger, has become fully charged, and begins to transform us into a unit, more powerful and strong than two separate entities. I am just taking in the moment, so content we have found each other again, so grateful that after all we've been through, after a horrible falling out, we could see past it and identify our true feelings. I hold on to him so tightly because I want this moment to last forever, I want to absorb it all. I hold him so close, afraid to let go- as if afraid that if we should disconnect physically, we will drift apart and will have to struggle to find our way back again. My head is tucked on his shoulder, he leans his head back so I readjust and my eyes meet his. He is silent for a moment as we just connect. Our eyes are bright, full of love and life. Finally, he breaks the silence and says 'Do you realize how much I love you?' almost with a hint of sadness knowing we had lost our way. With that simple phrase, although he doesn't verbalize it, there is a mutual understanding, a mental communication that he doesn't just mean 'I love you' but also that he has missed me, that he's genuinely sorry for the hurt we both felt. I squeeze him a little tighter as the corners of my mouth curl up and slowly reveal a familiar grin, wide and pure. I reply 'Well, you came back didn't you?' We hug each other even tighter and he whispers in my ear 'I never really left'.

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