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The dream started was that I was at this play with my chorus class. It was dark inside the auditorium, and it had something to do with 'Lucifer'. I remember a girl singing about something wearing a dress. I noticed that my friend was crying. In the real life, she is Catholic, and I was thinking she was crying something about the play. When we arrived to school, some people confronted her, and I confronted her later to ease in on her. My other friend - who was one of her really good friends(also Catholic) - was doing the same. It was obviously something about the play, but I wanted to ask if she was ok and what was bothering her. "Don't you get it? It said...Lucifer." I understood from the beginning, but her friends seemed to catch on. "Oh..Satan," she finally seemed to say. Right after that happened, I entered my 8th period class this year. There have been rumours about the person that he was 'Satan' or 'Lucifer' himself. When I entered the classroom, he was pretty polite..... then the classroom changed into a bathroom. There were 3 or 4 other people in the shower with one of them being a boy I knew. We had to apparently take a shower. It wasn't embarrassing, but it was just something we had to do. I wasn't confused, but just entered the shower willingly. From what I remembered, there must've been a tv in there. All I was trying to do was stay away from 3 of the people in there who were probably the same gender and were making out. After it was over, I left with my towel walking out of the classroom with eventually changed into my chorus clothes. I wanted to use the bathroom "downstairs" in my school where the cafeteria also was to change back. Everyone was already there. That's when I met another one of my friend in the bathroom which had short stalls and a sort of maroon coated background and tiles. A few seconds later the 'Satan' guy entered. "Everyone out except for her," he called pointing at another one of my friend. From what I remember, he was a white bald man(not anyone I knew in particular) - average sized. The other students were confused and just went out casually. Some other kids stayed inside, but he didn't mind. I stood by the door to eavesdrop. "I will make a deal with you....I will give you any piercing and body cut if you do something for me..." I was glad I at least caught that part and went away to lunch. At my table, instead of my lunch friends sitting there, there were 3 other guys sitting there with one of them being the guy from 'the shower' who I knew. "Oh your friends aren't here.... guess they decided to ditch you or something," he said. I was trying to find them around the cafeteria. "Oh well," I thought. Some of my other friends were sitting at the next table, so I went to talk to them instead. I told some of them about the 'satan' guy and parts of what happened in the bathroom. That's when I realized that when I looked the other way, the guy I had a huge crush on was sitting and talking with his friends at the end of the table. My friends that I sat with at lunch still weren't showing up. A few times he came to talk with the 3 boys at the table where my friends sat at.When lunch was over, I was walking and chatting with another friend back inside. The sky was a pinkish red. That's when I said something along the lines of "What if the 'satan' teacher turned the sky just completely pure red." I was gliding my arm over my head "That'd be creepy," we both agreed. When we were walking inside, the same guy I used to like was standing there. He usually sped up a few steps before or after me with his friends. I could tell that he was trying to get my attention from him ignoring me at the same time. I simply ignored him, but my friends and I walked a few more steps...and that's when the friend that was in the bathroom with the 'devil' and was smiling. "Hey look at me," she said giddily. I looked at her to see her her lift up two fang -shaped flaps of skin with piercings below and the the side of her mouth. "Oh..no," I said shaking my head. That's when the dream ended. I searched up a few of the dream meanings. This obviously doesn't mean something good. Please help me interpret it. Thank You.

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I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

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I needed to use a toilet. The toilet I used was an olfashioned,outside toile which belonged to my gran (who, in life, passed away many years ago). Despite being an old fashioned toilet, it was,in quite a spacious room, modern inside. The toilet it self was some kind of mechanical device.....one would be strapped into it and, it would tilt, emptying the contents as one used it! As I found the toilet difficult to operate, my husband (who, in real life, also passed away) helped me. Because of this strange toilet, I found I couldn't "go".

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I show up at my job. Both my wrists are cut and bleeding. I make my way to the manager’s office and there I see Joe and Dianne. As I reveal my bleeding wrists I tell them, "Thank you for making it so clear to me that this is what life is like and will always be like. Thank you for making it so clear that I can't keep living my life like this." As my sobs and tears increase both Joe and Dianne just stood there and did nothing. Then in burst the meat manager Sammy and Tony who also works in Meat. Both of them confronted Joe and Dianne. Sammy punched Joe twice on the face yelling at him and asking him why the hell he hasn’t called the ambulance or even tried to help me his ‘adopted daughter,’ and Tony was yelling and cursing at Dianne asking her the same thing apart from the adopted daughter part. While they were doing this before I could collapse from the loss of blood; the produce manager and closest friend that I have at Safeway came in a lifted me into his arms. As I looked up at him my eyes growing heavy, I knew that anyone who looked into my eyes could see that they were dead, that I had already giving up on life. As I looked up towards his face I was shocked for there I saw tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall. His face filled with concern, worry, heartbreak, and anger. He carried me to his car and drove me to the Hospital. Before arriving at the hospital I said to Chris in a weak whisper, "Please forgive me Chris. I know that I told you that I would try but I just can’t take this anymore. I know that you must hate me and are upset that this is what I have chosen but please know and understand that I am finally at peace and finally free." As we pull up to the hospital he turns his head in my direction and says in a soothing and worried voice, "Don’t you dare talk that way Danielle. Don't you dare give up. Don’t you know how many people will be crushed to have lost you? I know that I will be grieving beyond belief. You matter Danielle and are love by so many people. Don’t throw that away because Safeway is treating you like shit, but that doesn’t mean that you need to allow yourself to give up on your life and all that you will be missing out on. Please don’t," He then comes over to the passenger side door lifts me into his arms and says with such sincerity that I have never heard him use, “Don’t give up on life. You will be greatly missed by so many, and you will undoubtedly will be greatly missed by me.” He then kisses me gently on the forehead and then runs in as fast as he can while carrying me. As we enter he calls for help and we are surrounded but before I pass out and hope I am finally dead and at peace, I see his haunting tear streaked face drilled and captured in my mind and the last thing I see. The crushed, worried, concerned, grieving, angry, and a hint of love, all emotions written on Chris’s face as my eyes close and I feel death coming most of me wanting it to come now, but the image of Chris making a small part of me hoping for life to give me a second chance. That is when I wake up from this dream/ nightmare.

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I dreamt that am inside lords temple with my son and husband.we pray n my husband sits in a corner n doesnt want to go to next temple.i take my son when i suddenly see a poor small boy crying very loudly .i feel very sad n hold him and ask him whats the matter.he is unable to speak n shows with his hand that his head is hurt.i feel very sad n hold him on my things in a kneeling position n pat his head calling out gods name.he suddenly stops crying ,his eyes close and i get shocked.i start crying loudly myself seeing that the boy is not responding.a few drops of tears fall on his forehead.a middle aged widow comes and sits next to me.she asks me my problem and takes the boy from my hands and suddenly he shows signs of life.i quickly take bac the child in my hands and feel that he is recovering.thats when i woke up coz i was crying in dream and my hus felt it loudly

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