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I had a dream that my boyfriend who is in jail got out of jail. I was on the phone with his mother and she told me to come over and he was there. I saw him sitting there and I “passed out”. Then I just laid on the ground because I was so afraid to hug him since it has been 5 years and things are different. Then we went to his old neighborhood and hung with his friends outside but I never touched him not once. I was afraid to touch him and I was more so upset because he never called me to tell me he was home. Everything felt weird and like it was a new relationship. A lot of the time we weren’t around each other because he was trying to find a job or do something else. But it felt like he was avoiding me and I was so hurt.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

I was driving down a highway at night time. a motorcycle suddenly swerved in front of me. there were two people on the motorcycle. there was another vehicle in front of the motorcycle. the motorcycle started to swerve on the road but in its lane then it suddenly hit the car in front of it.i stopped my car. i saw the passenger of the motorcycle fly in the air doing somersaults as it returned to the ground, it was a women the driver a man of the motorcycle jumped on top of the women a was strangling her he then looked up and saw me watching he lept to his feet and started running towards me

I was in the field where my dad keeps his deer stand, but some of the trees surrounding the field were in different places. I started walking past where the deer stand is and toward where a road would be in real life, but there was no road, just more field. All of a sudden a rollercoaster that looked like it was Greek themed appeared out of nowhere. I walked up to it but there was no way to get on it, so I turned around and walked back toward the deer stand but now there were a ton of Greek pillars placed in random spots throughout the field. Some were standing upright, some slightly tilted, and some broken and lying down. I thought this was weird so I went back to the rollercoaster which was now operating. When the rollercoaster carts came by I jumped and grabbed onto one but I flew into the air and fell to the ground. I thought this was fun so I started to run and took off flying. After flying around for a while my flight abilities started getting weaker and I eventually lost the ability to fly despite how hard I tried to start flying again.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I dreamed I was in a desert with a camel, and we were walking through the vast sandy expanse, and sometimes rocks would rise from the ground and seep water. Eventually the camel stopped drinking the water, saying that it wanted a pond. We wanted further, going for an oasis, but the camel's humps started to shrink. It tried the stone water a couple more times, but just wouldn't have it. Eventually it couldn't go any further, and laid down. I continued on, and eventually found an oasis. I dnt back to find the camel, carrying a bucket of water. The camel wouldn't drink from the bucket, even when I said it came from a pond, and eventually it died, and I continued on alone until I woke up.

Had earlier dream about living in an apartment that was improperly constructed which resembled canterbury and I was trying to figure out what the shared walls were. The scene switched to where I was going to a football game that I was supposed to be playing in. I actually jogged past the location and overan the road I was supposed to turn down. Wearing full uniform and equipment, I started running full speed to the next turn. The scenery was a series of empty, goldish wheatfields like a road in Iowa or Nebraska. I turned down a road and started walking back through a field. There was a dog running toward me fast and it looked like its owner was behind it and had let it off its leash. Then out of nowhere came another dog of a different breed running across the field toward the first dog. While the first dog was distracted, I began going the other way. I noticed Qjr behind me and went to grab him before one of the dogs got him. Then I saw a third dog making its way toward me with a mailman walking in the background laughing at my misfortune. I woke up, partly because I had to pee due to drinking a small bottle of water before bed.

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