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My husband, Lou, and I are in a car and we’re on vacation. Lou is driving a small Toyota Civic and we’re in Mexico and were going to excellence or the beach we really like. As we’re driving a little truck behind us is road raging us. Lou is drinking out of a clear plastic cup and I said be careful Lou the people here are very aggressive drivers and as the truck was passing by us, he threw the cup at them. I’m like “oh my God why did you do that? You know these people here are aggressive and this car has Texas plates so they know that we’re not from around here” I starting sliding down the seat of the car. All of a sudden the little truck stops in front of us and the guys get out of the back of the truck and they throw a rake directly at the windshield towards me with the stick part. I put my foot on top of the windshield where it would come through and it bounces back at them. at this point they’re taunting us, jumping around the car acting like they’re gonna break the windows and all kind of aggressive stuff. Then they run back to their truck and get in it . I’m terrified and sink into my seat almost on the floorboard of the car. I say to Lou, “ I told you we shouldn’t have done this. We shouldn’t have come. I just wanted to go to the resort and you shouldn’t have thrown the cup at them. Lou says “ it’s gonna be fine. let’s just keep driving. I want to see the jewels they have in Mexican caves”. I had zero interest in the jewels of MX. At this point, we’re not talking but in my head I’m telling myself I don’t wanna go to this other place! I just wanna go to the beach; the road keeps getting narrow or narrower. I look over to Lou and I ask, “where are we going?” and his face changed and all I could see was two teeth. There was no human body next to me; it was literally like flesh with two front teeth and an evil smile. I had no choice. The road becomes super rocky and narrow and the sky starts getting very dark. The tiny car can barely navigate these boulders and I'm afraid we're goon g to get stuck on the road that has now become sulfurous red sand. I keep thinking “oh my God the car‘s gonna get stuck and we’re never gonna be able to get out of here. How are you gonna reverse out of here?" I begin to panic realizing we weren't going to be able to get out of this one. You couldn’t see the steam of sulfur coming out of the sand, but it was swirly sand. It was wet with rings on it and I knew like if we drove onto it, we wouldn’t be able to reverse and that’s why I was like "stop. I don’t wanna go" I knew we weren’t gonna be able to reverse out of it even though I knew we were in my four-wheel-drive vehicle, but I also knew that we wouldn’t be able to reverse because the road kept getting more narrow till there was no road. It's getting darker and darker. In the distance, I can see animals start to appear. I see an Impala. But it's not normal. It's eyes look human. There are more human animals in the distance and I’m keep saying “like I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go. Can we go back? Can we just go back but I don’t want to keep going!” But the driver says, “I wanna show you something. I wanna show you the jewels that are down here” i start screaming “I don’t want to see the gems! I don’t wanna go!” We keep going further and further down and it continues to get darker and darker almost pitch dark. I’m screaming and screaming but the vehicle keeps going into darkness. There was no light. The only light I saw was far far in the distance, in the depths, I saw red lava bubbling and shadows of rocks and boulders. I felt like I was on a roller coaster going downward and as I looked down, I saw the gems at the bottom of the pit. I saw a boulder sized Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. They were massive jewels that sparkled even in the darkness. I looked them, but I covered my eyes cause the darkness was so dark, I could feel my soul being torn away from my body. Then I heard the laugh of Satan in my ear. I’m start screaming, “I don’t want to go!” and he says, “but I wanna show you these things!” and I’m just screaming cause I know I’m dead. I must be! I just know I died and went to hell! the darkness rips my soul out of my body and I’m just screaming, “I don’t wanna go in!” as I'm suspended in the air above the jewels. The depths of the darkness was painful. My soul was screaming! I felt my soul being ripped away from my body. The darkness itself wrenched my soul. My soul was screaming in pain, the separation from the light broke me. I knew I was never gonna see the light of God again and it wrecked me. My soul was literally being squeezed out of my body into the darkness. It was the worst pain. I non-stopped screamed! The darkness had a darkness I'd never felt before and I shook and wailed! I woke up screaming. I wailed and shook for hours upon awaking. I kept asking why I had this dream. I didn't understand it. My whole body ached in pain and exhaustion from the shock experiencing hell. Lou awaken out of sleep from my wailing. i travailed and travailed. my comfort came from repeating the name of Jesus over and over again for hours. I remember my phone binged at 2 am . The notification said the US and Iran war had started.

I was at the office where I actually worked for 25 years. I was at my desk and there was lots of work in my tray that needed to be done. My boss was in her office and thought I couldn’t actually see her face, more work was being brought out to me. There were many legal sized yellow folders brought out to me; stacks of them. I felt a little overwhelmed at how much there was. I took one of the folders and looked inside at the stack of papers. On top of the stack was a photograph of myself when I was a teenager about 13 or 14 years old. I actually have this photo. I was wearing a deep yellow turtleneck sweater. I wondered why it was there and what it had to do with all the work I had to do. The other papers in the folder were turned face down. There was one piece of paper that had some writing on it however I wasn’t able to read it in the dream. As I stared at the photo of myself I began to wake up from the dream. I have had several dreams of being in this same work place with the same boss and work being given to me through the years. The boss in the dream always appears to be the person I actually worked for. I was her administrative assistant for years working at the bank Citigroup. This time the amount of work was far more than in any of the other dreams and I was curious about all the legal file folders and why the photo of me as a teenager?

In my dream, while I was in a house filled with people I knew but could not clearly see who they were, I was in a lot of physical pain all over my body. I decided to leave that place and I went to another building across the way. While there someone who is a very close friend from my past, came to check on me. When she found out I was in a lot of physical pain, she hugged me and while holding me I began to no longer feel the pain in my body. In my mind, I realized that she had the gift to heal. She never spoke a word but she just looked at me and left. Later I began to tell everyone about her anointing and gift to heal. I shouted and declared, she is a healer. Someone asked a question, "If she is a healer, why is her husband walking around with a cane and limping?" She quickly went to her husband and touched him and prayed for his healing. Nothing happened for him. When asked what happened, her husband said, "Because I have sin in my life and I refuse to be healed. I suddenly woke up.

I had an odd dream where I was at an airport that I saw on a map, was like smack back in the middle of somehow, both LA and San Francisco. It was like dusk, just on the cusp of the sun setting. From where I can remember the dream starting, I was in a much smaller jet, talking to my GF, when I suddenly realised somehow, that I wasn't on that plane, but another one, and it was exactly the time my flight was supposed to be flying out. I quickly gathered my stuff, and prepared to run off the plane, across the airport in the hope I could get to my own plane. I got out onto a relatively empty tarmac, before realising (and placing a great deal of importance) on the fact I had not kissed my GF goodbye, and despite the fact I was already in a hurry and late, ran back to give her a kiss and a hug. To which she seemed too busy to facilitate quickly anyway, but I did end up getting a quick one in. I dont remember my journey across the airport, but somehow I end up at a set of doors where I need my ticket to proceed. In looking for my ticket which I am suddenly unable to find, I drop a bottle of water. An airport member acts like I dropped this bottle of water with attitude, on purpose. And basically tells me to cool my attitude. This causes me to get an attitude, and I respondly snarikly with "you think I did that on purpose? If I wanted to do it on purpose, id do more than that. Oddly also the bottle I dropped, was like the size of my thumb. Eventually this worker after finding out whats going on offers to take me in and sort me out. As they are taking me in, I see a queue of normal passengers. For a brief moment, a man staring at me, deep into my soul, like straight into my eyes, is a dead ringer for my grandfather who passed a few months ago. It out and out looked like him. When I looked away and back again however, he looked completely different. At any rate, they start helping me at the desk, and we are talking and the conversation, I explain what occurred, and that I was just stressed because I couldn't find my ticket etc, and the woman goes "And dont worry hun, thats why we are going to sort you out"..."and that'll be 2300 dollars" I exclaim that I thought they were just helping me look up *my* ticket, not charge me for a whole new ticket. I exclaim that I dont want a new ticket, and I run from the desk and drop to the ground to look through my bag yet again. This time, I am able to find my ticket. It turns out it was folded up in my passport all along! I wave the ticket at them, and run past the line of people, oddly up to a door with no secuty staff on it, but just a button that you hit that opens the door and lets you through. It's at about this point the dream ended. I know dreams dont really mean anything, but what could this dream be suggestive of?

My grandfather was looking for something which he couldn't find, he came up with an alternative by deciding to sign on a piece of paper He wrote "in whom I love: my son" I asked why he didn't become specific by writing "my son: John" because its the name i love My uncle mumbled, and i explained to my grandfather why i love the name: i said Zaccaria and Elizabeth were promised a child but the problem was that they were too old so Zaccaria didnt believe whereby God shut his mouth until he could speak: my grandfather was listening as if its the first time he heard the story My aunt then arrived, and her baby girl took all the attention, everybody stopped listening to me and gave my niece attention It was then i decided to stop telling why i loved the name John

I had a dream about my ex friend James. He in real life decided to end our friendship back in May because he thought that we grew apart. It wasn’t my decision, and I was very hurt by the whole situation. I also never got closure from him on why he decided to end our friendship. Today I had a dream that we were at the same event. He pulled me aside and he brought me into another room. In the dream, he explained how he missed me and he apologized for ending our friendship and he also said that he wanted to be friends again. Then he hugged me, and it felt extremely realistic, like he was actually hugging me in real life. But then I woke up. Now I’m wondering if I should actually reach out to him in real life or if it’s just my brain trying to process losing my friend

Got a nightmare last night. The first in a long time. To explain simply, one day, people looking by the horizon by North East, started to instantly and permanently vanish. No need to be outside, it would occur even when looking behind a window. No one could tell why it started or what was behind this phenomena but a saying went by: "Don't look North East, because that's where the sun goes." overtime, people would have some device on them that would vibrate and send an alarm when they're on dangerous zone, but as you guess, it's just a band aid on a broken leg. And it would target anyone looking, evenly, so child, old people,... anyone. In the nightmare, there was the phase where it started, and no one really understood what was going on, then the phase where people where progressively used to it, but started to breakdown, with even some, looking there with defiance (with the consequence you imagine). And the thing is that the vanishing wouldn't produce any sound. So you could talk to someone, look away for one second and that person would be gone without any trace. And when you don't see someone, you'd be immediately thinking that either they vanished or just walked away.Not really a happy scenario. And at time, I had a freeze frame of the exact moment someone looked, and basically their body partly was vaporized during that frame.

I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

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