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My dream was about a girlz, she looked familiar but i had no idea who she was. She liked trying to touch my boyfriend , like flirting with him. He seemed annoyed at first but when she backed into the driveway. She acted like she couldnt drive so he went up nd was going to help her nd then all of a sudden he was carrying her in his arms nd she playfully hit him with her purse. Next i know we were in his room with lots of people she comes in sits right behind us nd startz messing with him. I tell her to stop nd start getting physical. She keeps on nd then leans in to kiss him so he doesnt tell her stop or pulls away. So i feel he wants it so i put their heads together nd make him kiss her. Then he somehoe gets up nd i guess goes to get his mom nd call me to leave. Then i wake up mad nd sorta ina cold sweat.

I was witness to a car accident i was driving on the freeway when a white car in front of me began to swerve uncontrollably into the right lane of a large orange semi truck which tried to avoid hitting the car but the car hit the semi truck which jacked knifed ejecting its driver a car ahead of me stopped to check on the ejected driver i stopped got out of my car and walked over to the victim who was obviously dying from his injuries one half of his face was crushed and his body was split into i quickly reacted by laying my hand on the right side of his face and began praying for his soul to be released to god

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

I had a dream about me, my mother, a strange girl outside my house, my new born baby, neighbors across the street, and a guy killing people. i was in the house with my mother, while my new born baby was in the crib sleeping, i went to look outside and seen a strange girl on my porch, than i looked across the street and seen a black car drive up and a man come out and started shooting the neighbors across the street, he turned and shot the girl outside my porch than started shooting up my house. i ducked, but my mom got shot and i got shot in the arm, i started to hear my baby cry, but i couldnt move, the man came into my house to see if we were dead. he checked for my heart beat and realized i was still alive than he shot me in the head, next thing i knew i was awake in my dream hearing the sound of my baby crying right by me, but my husband or daughter wasn't there with me. i think i was dead.

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