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It isn't just one dream, but many combined: For the past year, the same man has been appearing in my dreams. In the realistic dreams - the ones where I wake up confused because I think it's actually happened - he is often right beside me, as either my friend or boyfriend . But in the others, he appears only briefly. He may be stood in the distance, staring at me or may be walking past if I'm in a city or something. I always mention it to my dream 'friends' as well, if I'm with any. You can always rely on him to be there. Most of the characters in my dreams don't really have faces, but this guy does. When I'm awake I can't imagine it, but I know that he does because he's ridiculously handsome. I can only remember that he has dark hair and eyes (which is unusual for me, as I like blonde and blue eyed fellas). I used to dream nearly every night, and most of the time they were the ones where I knew him personally. I've even had sex with this guy in them. But recently, my dreams have been less often and in them he has mostly been far away. It's almost as if he's angry with me. What does it mean? And who or what does this guy represent?

Ok a few things you should know first. My house is haunted, it's been proven by southen paranormal, who where called in as we (myself and visiters) where expriencing very paranomal events, but nothing to be afraid of, the sprits are genrally quite helpful and I enjoy them being here now. We have a sort of relasionship with them. Ok so in the past i've had dreams about black cats before, but last night... I was dreaming my black cat Zensi, jumped up on my lap and I strated to stroke him (the dream was backwards) Where I would normally stroke him left to right) But I was stroken him right to left, as my hand moved down to his sholders his fur and skin peeled away with my stroke, leaving his lower body and tail looking like unreavling bacon! (please try not to laugh) He then looked at me and jumped off my lap and vanished! I woke up feeling worried and wanted to cry, I rolled over to cuddle my patner who at this time was shaking in his sleep almost in a fitting state, he's had these before (represt memory dreams of the RAF) And at the same my friend staying with us was shouting angrly in her sleep! Neither my friend nor my patner remeber having bad dreams, only me. Please help, I know something is trying to warn me, and I know it's to do woth me.

Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

I was standing with my friends watching a movie, the light was dimmed and there was tom who i knew standing to the side, he then called his friend nick who used to fancy me, but before he could speak to me i walked out of the room. i felt frustrated that he still liked me and that he didnt just give up, i may have been a bit rude but that is how i felt. i walked into a modern library made of wood, the lighting was light yet there were no windows. in the centre there was a balcony that overlooked the floor below. i stood and looked over the edge and that was when i saw a body of a boy being carried by 4 other boys. i didnt know whether he was dead or alive. they were carring the boy towards where i stood and that was when i recocnised one of the boys carring the unconcious boy. it was somone i have know for years and have always cared for him, i had moved away and haddnt seen him for years and he never knew how i felt. they walked past me and he saw me, i then started to walk towards the staircase from where they had come from. i turned back to see him and he was looking at me again. i then felt happy, i thought he might have remembered his feelings for me. i ran down the stairs to a large almost empty room with a light marble floor. light was coming from above. my teacher came up to me and asked to talk to me. we walked half way up a low wide staircase and sat down on the steps. then the boy who saw me appeared wearing a bold green rain coat and knelt down infront of us. he said to my teacher "sorry but i would like to speak to catherine" he then turned to me and said-"would you like to speak to me?" i knew what he meant. he meant 'do you still love me?'. to answer both his questions i said " yes please" i said it as if i were pleading. he then gave a sigh of relief and turned to my teacher, they started talking about our story, how he had always loved me. i couldn't hear much because i was still in shock with what just happened. i then slowly took his hand while he was talking to my teacher. i held his hand and lightly touched his finger tips. he smiled but kept talking to the teacher. we later walked off

I am a young girl in a 40's or 50's style summer dress in a backyard (very barren) there is a big house but no-one around and I'm in the middle of nowhere there is a light breeze and it's quite warm but very earie. As I am in the backyard I am sitting at a little table playing with a tea set, as I'm playing two very tall men walk around the corner (I can't see their faces they appear blacked out) and I think they are wearing some sort of uniform. I don't want to go with them and as they get close I can see a massive explosion on the horizon which turns into a mushroom cloud as it gets closer I can feel the heat and the wind and the men are happy and I wake up just before the explosion finally reaches me. I haven't had this dream in almost 2 year but before that I had it at least once a year every year from an extremely young age and I am now 21 years of age. I get the feeling it is something I have experienced before as it is so realistic and more like a memory then a dream.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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