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I dream that I went out to eat with friends. When we sat down the waiters came and we order our food. But the in front of our table there was this door so we all went to the door and we opened. To find that on the other side there was a restaurant. And we did the same thing three times until we got to our last table but by that time in left with one if my best friends. Do we are sitting at the table waiting for the others when I notice he has this big thing in his eyelashes so I tell him to take it of but he doesn't want to. But while we are talking looking at his eye keep bothering me so I ask him to get closer so I can take it of and once I take it of we are to close to one another so suddenly we kiss. The my dream fast forwards to another time which I see him again and we are talking lik nothing happen

I was dreaming of being married to a stranger who was the youngest son of our family friend,I was shocked because in real life i know the youngest son of our family friend and how he look like,but in a my dream its a different man,and I have seen the whole family members of the family friend who has been close to us except for their youngest,the stranger man even kissed and hug me in the dream, and I even heard him talking to his elder brother thanking his elder brother for the wedding that was shouldered by him an I even heard him say that he cannot afford to lose me, even his dad that was already died in reality was there and was crying for joy seing the two of us getting married,what could be the meanin of this?

I had a dream that I stood on the crossroad and I was waiting for crossing it. I saw a man who I like waiting on his bicycle. He wore pink shorts and black bag. He crossed it first without me. Suddenly he stood next to me and we crossed it together. Then I saw a bus on a bus station and I realized that I need to catch it. Suddenly I was in this bus, next to me was sitting this man and to our opposite were sitting his two friends. They were chatting, I couldn't see their faces, only their silhouettes. Then I felt his hand on my leg, I hold his hand and he looked at me, smiled and then sun irradiate him.

The cops came and my boyfriend was beating me up; punching me in the face over and over again, I had a swollen lip (blue and big bottom lip) He was crazy in the dream. My boyfriend drowned 2 cops in murky water. He put the cop suite on and become one of them, I ran and hid and he found me in an attic of a white and blue house. He beat me up and I ran, then he showed up at our apartment where we now live. My palms were bleeding and had pieces of medal. The neighbours on our street, were all there and he was too strong for anyone to stop getting him to come chase me.

I dream that I was with my sister in this bus. It was during the night the night was extremely dark you couldn't se much. But where we got of was a long road with many street lights that lead to a town. This town was surrounded by a mountain . And the road we where at lead to three other roads one lead to the left side of the mountain the other to the town and the last one lead to the right side of the mountain. The roads that were by the side if the mountain led to a small wood house all the way at the top of the mountain.all the three roads the town and even the wood house had many lights around them making them look brigh. Well my sister and I walk throught the road up the hill from the left side.and on the other side was my first love with his girlfriend . When we got to the wooden house I stay outside and my sister went inside the house. When my first love and his girlfriend got there I try to hide do they wouldn't see me . But he stay outside while she went inside. And after a while he saw me so we started talking and we look down at the town that look beautiful but realty small from our perspective. We talk for long time and ended up holding hands.

I was walking in the woods and it was rainy, foggy, and muddy. The woods led to a previous friend's house, once I realized this I turned around back into the woods. A little into the woods there was my friend Emma, she kissed me and out of nowhere there was a four wheeler stuck in the mud, then my previous friends' brother came back to tell me she wasn't home and gave me a cigarette. After that I somehow ended up in a whore house with my boyfriend , and our friend cassidy and mookie. cassidy was dressed as a stripper and then began to have sex with my boyfriend in front of me

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.

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