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Have 4 best friends girls, once one of them she is muslim she asked me to sleep over my mom said no because she didn't know her parents. 2 months before that i saw a movie about devil and exorcism and it got me so scared that it haunted my thoughts from time to an other.. I am christian i have not been praying lately or even going to church.. In this dream.. I was sleeping over at this girl s house.. There were the 3 other girls my best frnds . Suddenly i heard a strange scary voice i got so scared it was like a wind or a strange power that i couldn't define its source.. I tried to wake up one of the girls she didn't answer she ignored me ! Then i got the strength to get out of bed and go straight to the door to get some help outside of the room! I was so scared and screaming no one was answering my call! Once i got to the door it didn't open ! It was something very hard and powerful keeping me from opening it ! At this point i saw on the wall a light shaped as a cross plugged into the wall( electricity) and that got me even more scared , i could see them outside ! Everybody saw me crying but kept ignoring me! Once i got to open the door i went to another room trying to get help and the same thing happened there were a power holding away from them to get help! Why was this happening in the dream? What does it mean ? Why everybody whom is very close to me in reality was ignoring me in dreams ! And why islamic christian and devil where associated in this dream Please i need a reasonable explanation cant wait to read your reply Thank You

I dremt of a giant snake slithering through the grass in a field with pretty decent sized trees, not too many, but enough to make for perfect shade in the blazing sun. The snake would rest in the shade and look up to the sky to watch the birds soaring through the air. The snake would close it's eyes and dream of flying the world and soaring with friends and family, just as a flock does. But when the snake would open it's eyes it remembered that it was impossible, for it and all other snakes are cursed to live their lives bound to Earth's dirt and alone all because of the evil one caused in the beginning of time. Accepting it's reality as a snake it kept it's eye on a little nest with one egg built just in it's reach. It watched over the nest patiently for the next couple weeks awaiting the eggs to hatch. When the day finally came it prepared itself for a wonderful meal. Never realizing it had just succumbed as the prey... because that one egg was a hawk. When the hawk peered over it's nest and looked into the darkness of the snakes eyes, I realized it was me that the hawk was looking at -- I was the giant snake, peering into the eyes of all of my pipe dreams. -- As my surroundings did a 360 I opened my eyes dizzy and confused to then see myself looking in the eyes of the snake. I became overwhelmed with this divine intensity of higher power, all of my pipe dream suddenly became ropes hung from the sky, ready to be taken by both hands and climbed. As I grabbed one and began to climb I looked down to see the giant snake slither into the shade of the same tree, look up to the sky... and close it's eyes. I began to question what "adaptation" is. I thought, why can't the snake "adapt"? Who's to say that we only adapt if we have to?! I believe in the beauty and almighty power of choice, the one thing each and every one of us can be a God at. No one, not even God can control our choices. I believe that adaptation comes from the will of our hearts and not the forces of nature. So I looked down at the snake and thought to myself, "I believe in your dreams, for not every snake is evil -- for you are not evil." The snake peered up at me and said, "& as for you, never fear the fall. I promise the next time we see each other I shall be in the sky." ...the next time I saw his face was on a beautiful Chinese wall...

I saw a dream at 5.30 am that my ex boyfriend who has not been in contact with me for a year and who always seems to be uninterested in me saw me and smiled.he and i held hands and i felt that he loved me.it seemed very real.then he asked me about my current life.i slipped and he asked me why i was barefoot.he came to my house.my parents were present.my mom likes him.she was surprised to see him.i found a mess in house and started clearing it.mom finally said he was really there and suddenly i woke up and found myself smiling in real life.i have been trying to move on because i have always felt he never loved me but in this dream i felt he is the one.

I saw a dream at 5.30 am that my crush who has not been in contact with me for a year and who always seems to be uninterested in me saw me and smiled.he and i held hands and i felt that he loved me.it seemed very real.then he asked me about my current life.i slipped and he asked me why i was barefoot.he came to my house.my parents were present.my mom likes him.she was surprised to see him.i found a mess in house and started clearing it.mom finally said he was really there and suddenly i woke up and found myself smiling in real life.i have been trying to move on because i have always felt he never loved me but in this dream i felt he is the one.

I am a 21 year old man settled in USA and doing college, I was born and raised up in India until I turned 18. I had a dream last night, actually I woke up just 30 mins ago. I saw my one of the best teachers in my dream, she was my Malayalam language teacher from 3rd grade to 8th, I really liked and respected her because I never seen that much teachers like her with a positive mentality of teaching. After 8th grade I changed my school, next four years, I was in another school. I came to USA 3.5 years ago, so I haven't see her for last 7.5 years. May be I have thought about her in between, but not for last one year, and I am sure. Here is the dream and it was pretty disturbing for me.....I went to India for a visit, I was in the school I believe (in a second floor, I really don't know exact place), lots of students were around me, and one of my best friend was also with me (this best friend was not her student, I saw him after my 10th grade, I don't know why he came there) . Teacher saw me, she looked at me and start memorizing or thinking, and I told her that I was her student and classes. Disturbing and disgusting part was that - there was some kind of growth wide spread on her both forearms, her forearms looked like cactus plant or even worse. I walked down to first floor, and saw even more disturbing part, I saw same growths under her both breasts ( I really don't know how I saw that, she was wearing proper dress. I don't know if breast shows some kind of sexual thing. I promise, I considered her like my mother). After that, I saw her using some kind of liquid medicine on her arms, as soon as she massage with that liquid, the growth went away, but restarted again, actually she was showing this to the students or people around her, and explaining about it. This dream felt so real, and even after I woke up, I felt like I just watch a movie. I would like to know an explanation....why I saw her, what was that disgusting disease, or what does it mean, medication.....please only serious answers.....................thanks in advance....

I was at my brothers house, it was me, my older brother, and his friend tony. Tony is married (In reality, he’s married and me and him, pre coming out, had a thing.) But, In my dream, me and tony had maybe moved past (what we had already done in the physical reality… Had sex. blah blah blah) Anyway, Me and tony separated from each other, to meet at a specific location. So I had my brother fly me in a paper plane, over to this location that me and tony decided that we would meet. Me and tony met on the train. Though the front car was full, there were tons of other spots to sit on the cars behind….But we chose two seats, in which we cuddled. What happened? I got comfortable with him. I felt at peace being in his arms. Then his wife comes on the train, looking for both of us. She’s raging angry, but it’s almost as if we’re invisible. Because she passes by us, raging. I’m panicking and Tony is just sitting there. While he’s sitting there he’s taking pain killers and both of us are kind of numb. The train stops at an unknown station and instead of everyone walking out, they disappear. Now it’s just me, tony and the train conductor wearing a mask that covers his face. The conductor looks at me and hands me a knife. I start curing my hand and arm open, letting the blood drip out as tony still looks numb. I cry, wondering why he hasn’t helped me. A minute later, I’m healed… but me and tony are standing on opposite sides of the train station. I’m crying, looking at tony. I want him to come to my side. The conductor just holds me, while tony fades away.

I was walking in my parents garden. It was a long time a go, and we had a long garden and at the back, we grew our own vegetables and fruit. So I was walking around in the back when all of a sudden everything was on fire. So I ran to the house while chased by tigers who were half tiger, half fire. As soon as I came in I got a glass of milk and some cheese and somebody was knocking at the door. It was a Nazi from WW2 who wanted to put me in a concentration camp. So I escaped through a magical door in the basement and ended up in wonderland. I talked to the rabbit and the princess (I think the princess was the girl from the crazy kangaroo bar) and they gave me a magical potion which made me really smart. So I left wonderland, ended up in Japan where master Hirotashi (?) helped me making my own samurai sword. I practiced with that sword a little and took swimming with destination Australia. There I fought the Germans until all the pretty African girls were set free by me. But before i became the true hero, I got shot by a corpse. Before I died, Gemma Arteron, who was a vampire, bit me to save me from dying and gave me eternal life. Everyone was afraid of me after that happened which made me very sad and lonesome. So I waked into a cave to live a solitary life. The end of the cave ended up In a big hallroom full of sad creatures. And because I was the saddest, I became their king. And then a blonde girl without a face came to me and said: what are you doing? What are you doing? Go out, and find the hidden book of life.

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I was leaving from a girls night out and one of my friends are drunk. So we got invited on a party bus. On the bus were unknown professional basketball players and other women dress provocatively. I was wearing a shirt and leggings. Their were enough women where they can each have a man. My friend who was drunk started to get mad because she was not drinking anymore. So on the bus I would stare at every man, but there was one who gotten my attention. So we were speaking to each other. Then, the bus stopped at a fancy hotel. We had a hotel party but at the end of the party every girl had a man. And I had the same guy I was talking to on the bus. We slept in the same room but we just spoke the whole next. The next day came we he want me to come back on the bus with him and go to the game I was apprehensive at first but then I said yes. When we got back on the bus half the girls weren't there. The bus started up they said we're going to the mall first. I knew the mall we we're going to because my sister worked there and she needed money for the rent. So I gave her $3000 cash that I got from the stem in the mall. The player walked with me to give my sister the money. He smiled and then my sister pulled me aside and said he was just a drafted basketball player for the Lakers. I wasn't surprised. After I went to buy an outfit. Then, we left and headed to the bus. We started to head the games because they had to check in for the game. The girls and I waited on court side seats. It actually wasn't that bad. The game finally began it was really good. The won the game that night. So the girls and I met the men back at the bus. Went went back to the same hotel for a party but the gentleman and I left after an hour to go back to his room. We started to speak again then we winded up kissing which lead to us having sex I made him scream so loud. The we finally fell my head was on his chest. I woke up earlier then him took the room key and went to get us some food and a coffee. When I came he was just waking up and I gave him breakfast and I gave him a kiss. Then, he got up and I told him I enjoyed everything but I need to get to my house and check on everything and get some fresh close. I invited him and his team over but I warned him that it wasn't that big. He said yea him and the team will come over. So we all got up got on the bus and went back to my house they were surprised that young person like me had such a big and beautiful house.

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