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I was being hunted by a mexican cartel gang after shooting one of their members when they got violent with one of my cousins. i dont know what i was doing in mexico. My wife and the kids were there but not with me. after i shot the guy, i kept running and running because their gang was going to chase me down once they found out what i did, so i had to get a head start if i was going to make it. i ran and ran through towns and trails in the woods. I stopped when i got to an auto shop with nice vintage cars are struck up a conversation with the mechanics. they were nice and gave me clothes to change into because i was wearing white flowing robes for some reason. Somehow my wife and the kids caught up to me. My wife sat with my baby son and I sat with my daughter and others who where there watching the cars in the shop sitting on bleachers. My daughter left my lap and ran towards the door to go outside to look at something. As I got up to chased after her, out of nowhere machine fire started from the back and I ran and picked up my daughter, went to the floor and rolled on my sides out the door. I turned around to see my wife on the floor too with my son. My son was shot in his forearm and Amy was unhurt in the hail of gunfire. i was so sad, then i woke up.

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

In the dream: it was my boyfriend s brothers wedding but the funny thing is in the dream i didnt see them and everyone from my family was there. we were all just waiting for the bride and thats all i can remember the second dream: it was a 90's vintage wedding and i wasnt attending the wedding instead i was watching it through a glass door and i could hear people having fun and the music. and then my boyfriend s mom said something to me. and in the dream i felt horrible for being left out and an outcast and i kept trying to do things to keep myself busy so that no one can tell i was bored. and that glass door i metioned, i could see the wedding and people from the wedding could see me too BUT i didnt see anyone well all i saw was their hair i didnt see anyones face but i just knew it was my boyfriend s brothers wedding.

I recently found out that my childhood sweetheart had not split up with his previous girlfriend of 4 years. After giving him a few chances when he promised he wouldnt lie again, even to the point of him moving in with me, I again discovered he spent the weekend with his ex. I had enough and contacted the other girlfriend explaining what had been going on and that she deserved to know. In the morning he texted me that we were over. She sent me a text telling me he had been lying and that they were always together. I forwarded this to him to confirming what I had suspected and asked him never to contact me again. After 3months of dating other people and having no contact with him apart from one 'middle of the night' missed call from him, I am missing more than ever and last night that he had married the other girl (who he constantly criticised to me and his friends), they looked so happy and he was holding her hand and showing off her wedding ring as he drove her away in a vintage rolls royce. I am now expecting to hear the got married on the grapevine. I have known this man for 30+years and never had him down as a cheat or womaniser. Previously he was married for 20 years to his first wife and never cheated on her. What does this dream mean?

My family in hotel room I am outside and there is lava coming towards hotel. People start to panic and check out and the alarms go off to evacuate the building. The room whereupon family are does not sound the alarm. No matter how hard I try I cannot find the room where my family are I can't get back to them. I end up in a congetence room back in reception irish people talking about selling a second hand vintage car I ended up at an exhibition but none of the doors could lead me to where I wanted to go to get my family. The most vivid dream I have had

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