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I once had a very good friend. I kind of liked him but we were not in a relationship. Then due to some misunderstandings we went our ways (about 3 years back). The parting was not really on a good note. He said a few things that hurt me and just shut me out.We did speak once after that about 2 years ago.Now that I am happily, why do I still dream about him. In my dreams even though I see him, we do not talk. I just look at him and then suddenly he goes missing and I feel sad.I usually wake up after that.What does this mean?

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

I am in a McDonalds in space in the playhouse. I am trying to hide my dog in the slide, but got introuble by a woman I could not see. My dog and I were thrown into a white cloud full of big hairy colorful monsters. The monsters would have lazy eyes, crooked teeth and would be bright purple, blue, green, pink, etc... The mosters would never touch me they would just walk around and look at me. Eventually my dog and I would be allowed to go back into McDonalds.

The dream did not begin with the promise of horror; I was in a college auditorium surrounded by a few fellow students and we were preparing to watch a documentary by the gentleman on stage. Initially, the general conception among the crowd was that he was depressed and that the documentary he had to show us would be about his depression; this was not the case. When the film began to play, we quickly learned that it was filmed by his father. “Dad, come here there’s something you need to see!” But it’s dark, what is there to possibly see in the dark? Suddenly, I no longer feel as though I’m sitting down watching this scenario play out on film; I am the father, following my son around with this video camera gearing to see whatever he has planned for me. I step into the light and it is here where my dream becomes a nightmare. All around are bodies that have been destroyed; from the few I dare to look at I can see a girl with no eyes and a gashed leg and a myriad of dead men. The horror does not stop here, in the dream my son takes me from room to room showing me more dead bodies; he has killed them all for me. Then I am surrounded by more darkness, but this is a good darkness. It is the darkness of my room and my nightmare was over.

I dreamt that me and my ex was walking in the mall with a group of friends then he asked if we can talk so I said yes because I wanted to talk too. He hugged me and started crying he told me that he needs me and he held me tight I looked at him and said the same thing. A girl that's obsessed with my ex and my ex didn't like, came out of nowhere towards us she look at us as we were kissing. Then he started holding me tight and we were comforting each other because we needed each other. Then I looked at her and me and my ex both asked what she wants. Then the girl pulled my ex by his arm and then he gave her that "leave me alone!" Kind of look. And I looked at him because he was holding on to me tight and a tear rolled do from his eye. And comforted him and he bursted out crying even more. Then the girl finally walked away realising that we were meant to be and we held each other for so long because we were both crying. And then I woke up and that was the worst part because the dream felt so real!!

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. Too many strangers in this house. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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