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Explore a collection of the latest dreams shared by our community. Discover common themes, intriguing narratives, and unique symbolism. From vivid adventures to thought-provoking scenarios, these recent dreams offer a glimpse into the subconscious mind and may even spark insights into your own dream world. Browse the "Latest Dreams" to find inspiration, connect with others, and delve deeper into the fascinating realm of dreams.

I saw that I was in an unknown place but I liked it immediately, because it was glittery and fun. THen suddenly my friend and I had to join a performance, but we were just side dancers. Then I saw that we were making a queue to worship our god. Then a friend that we had recently made said that she had to go somewhere and she left. Then because she didn't return we went looking for her. THen somehow my friend and I separated. Then somehow I reached this narrow hallway but it was a long one. They called it"hell". But it didn't look like one, because with all the clothes hanging it felt like a shop and there are many people there all strangers. They told me that they had been there for a very long time. Then as I was walking, a guy came from behind he was fully in black and tried to touch me I ran away from him, shouting. He ran behind me rapping anout dirty things. Then I stupid thing, I jumped from the hallway which was overlooking a rough land below. And then the guy pulled me back somehow, and I was so scared that I was hugging him, but he pushed me away from him. Then somehow an old lady came with three pendants and I chose the one with a heart. She told me that I was free. Then she took me to a gate behind the hallway it was really old. She told me to hide and go because they didnt free people in one day. I went through the gate and then I ended up in the school I used to study before and I was very happy there as I met my old friends.

My uncle had commited suicide a year before. I had a dream I was the one that killed him. I didn't really see his dead body. I remember eating at a dinner. It was formal. Then, I went and killed my uncle. I went back to the dinner. I knew that the people sitting there knew what I had done so I ran away with his body out to a desert. I stayed there. A boy I like came and found me. I tried killing him because I thought he was going to kill me or take me back. He had just come to help me. I realized I had to go back so I hid him and went back. I hid his body in the roof and competed in a type of race. They were forcing me to race so I went. They split all the people into groups( there were a lot of people). I was in the last group. They let all the other groups start a little bit ahead and it took forever to wait for all them to go. Then, they took my group all the way to the end of the track. They took forever to line us up in our places and they waited a really long time to let us start. Finally, they let us. I finished the running part and the next part was to swim. I was doing fine. Then, I had to quit because I saw my uncle's body falling out of the roof where I hid him. I had to stop and go hide his body. My dream ended there after I fixed it.

Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian shit that spawned you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of noble widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

I was on a journey to a temple and on the way i and my family had to in a Que to pass that stage to the temple and while standing in the line i was criticizing kerala , and a person who was standing behind me got into an argument with me, That very moment i was too arrogant and didnt see who he was got into the worst argument of my life with him. Then my and his parent came and intruppted in our fight and i was got to know that he was son of my father's friend. I began hating him and didnt allowed my sisters to take anything from him and also kept them away from him. After some time his sister came with her friends and sat for sometime and since her time was moving she began to leave. I wanted to slap her since i couldnt slap his brother as our parents intrupted . I found that she asked her friends to leave and one of her friend stayed back to know the reason , others went on the way to station. After teling the reason she left. I called her friend and asked her the reason for going alone , she told me that she went to meet her boyfriend . Then the friend asked me to help her cross the road, and i helped her. on reaching the other side others were not seen.She got nervous and caught hold of my hands and dragged me to wrong way . After a while i was tensed since i didnt want to get totally lost and asked her to be calm . When she became calm, we got to know we were lot far from our residing place or the hotel we were staying. We accidentally enetred a school and were caught by its principal . We told her the whole story and she said us to leave immediately. we ran and jumped a fence , and at last we had to climb and cross a big huge gate . we gathered all our courage and strength,and began climbing , suddenly a man with a motorcycle can and showed a stunt of jumping that gate, it was like competeing with that school in order to help us.Inspired by him we too jumped of the gate from the top and landed safely. We ran as fast as we could and went through theway which we possibly could go. We heard motorbike following us when we took a wrong way and finally we reached the hotel. There i saw the same motorbike that helped us and after sending that friend upstairsand enquired and found that it was that uncles bike and asked him to tell who was that person who helped us. He didnt tell me who he was but i decided to find him out though i didnt had any clue about him . On reaching our floor my mom called me and asked where i was and i answered "simply went outside". She added that these days are not bad days instead your luck is fading away from you.........................

I was at lunch with my psychology teacher rachelle myllymaki at a casual place along the coastline she and i were having a good time until someone challenged me to a basketball game she did not want me to play but i never back down the player was an arrogant ***** and scoring my first basket was hard but i was fouled on the next possession he throws the ball in-bounds but it goes out of bounds the referee calls it off on me along with the player i lose my composure and i begin to argue with the referee and the player it got so intense that he threw me and rachelle out of the place i continued to argue but then he began to argue with rachelle and discriminate her for being single i defend her honor by shoving the referee away she and i leave the place holding hands very angry and then we meet some of our friends who are in a happy relationship

I dreamt about my grandmother last night. She took me shopping and she kept yelling at me for doing things wrong. Finally, she decided that she'd take me out to this Christmas cookie convention. I had several different cookies and looked at the displays. Well, until I met a boy. He was rather demonic looking, but he was nice to me. So, we head back to her place where she started cleaning the house since she was set to move out soon. I went outside where one of my close friends, Jes, was waiting for me. She said we had to go to hell to rescue someone. So, she opens a portal and we enter hell. Low and behold, I see the boy from the convention leaning up against the gates. He grins at me and says :"Hello, darling. Did you miss me?" I'm stunned. The boy was the devil!

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