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My ex is trying to kill me & current boyfriend with a rifle seeing us walking home from work. he starts chasing us while trying to kill us. He shoots boyfriend first. I yell out to get down, ex missed shot to boyfriend head by an inch as result. Ex shoots & hits me while I call for help. laying on ground, police car speeding towards me and boyfriend jumps out, start to run toward me. That’s when I woke up. Bf in dream is only friend in life but been wondering how to tell when to advance too relationship stage, and also nervous to do so after multiple very abusive relationships(couple were life threatening)

I was at school and was talking to Jason and he and I were hanging out and were about as close as we used to be and I was leaning against him and laying on him and he asked me about who I like and I didn’t answer him. I sat up and laid my head on his shoulder. He kept asking and I got tired of it and just pretty much yelled at him “You! Jason! I like you!” and then I got embarrassed and hid my face in my hair and pulled my knees up to my chest and said “Im sorry Jason. I know you have a girlfriend and all and im sorry I like you. You and Kelli-Jo are an amazing couple. Im sorry…” and he interrupted me and said “Katie. Everyone knows that KJ and i arent together. She and I are just friends. She was helping me make the person I like jealous.” So I just looked at him and said “Who do you like?” And he said “You. Katie. You.” And I just say “Yeah right. No you dont, Jason. No one does.” And he said “Katie. No. Look at me.” So I looked up at him and he pulled me to him and hugged me. And he said “Katie. Look at me. Listen ok. People do like you. I like you.” And then he leaned his head down and kissed me. And when we pulled away for air he said “Katie, I do like you. And I mean it. I. Like. You.” And then he kissed me again and then we were interrupted by John Emerson and Carson Lyerly.

I’m washing dishes. There are so many dishes. And they fall into the water and splash me. I’m soaked. I put them back on the shelf above the sink and continue to wash dishes. It’s like there’s more and more and more. They keep falling into the water. There’s an older couple that show up and they start doing chores together. I watch them and it’s like a dance. It’s graceful and they clean in no time together. And I’m still at the sink doing the dishes that never end. I’m in a church. In a very back pew. I’m not a member of this church. Everyone is standing up for communion and they head downstairs for communion and come back up. I couldn’t watch the communion like at other churches. And I have to let people by just like a Catholic Church as they pile out. I see some friends and walk to the house across the road from the church. It’s Michelle’s moms house. Place that is so old and in ruins. A little fuzzy in the middle But some guy says Blake is engaged. I think he’s suggesting Blake is engaged to him. The girl I’m with I’m like… is Blake engaged? And she says yes. I see Blake and go sit next to him. I said I hear you’re engaged. He says yes. I said congratulations. Then I say looks like you’ve proposed to everyone, everyone I’ve talked to says you proposed to them. He laughs and he’s engaged to a girl. I wanted to see her photo but didn’t ask. I didn’t ask because I realized it was because id compare her to myself and didn’t think that was fair. I asked him if he could afford a wife. The other friend says well he has a car payment now. And I thought that might even make things worse. He said yes I’m good. But the house he was living in didn’t belong to him and he couldn’t afford a house payment. He was unhappy with me. So I’m like I’ll go back to the church. There’s a pair of skates or a bicycle that I could take back to the church. He says you could take back both. And I asked how. And he says duh. You take the skates and then come back and take the bike. I looked at him and said I’m not doing that. I’ll take one. Not both. He’s saying goodbye to me and he puts his face in my breast and rubs his face back and forth. When I look down he’s moved his head to the side. Our friend noticed

I'm lying on my back and carving designs into the rafters in the attic. A woman (wife but not my wife) and starts complaining about how much time I spend working on the house and not her. She gets down on her knees to see what I'm doing and I stab her in her ear with a pencil. The ear cartilage. She grabs her ear and starts screaming. Rats come out and attack her. I stand up and walk out of the room. I'm now in a very small room with a table, phone book, and phone on the table. I exit that room and I'm at the top of a big and wide spiral staircase. All the walls are wood paneling and I have carved designs in every inch of the wood. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I see some lady I don't want to talk with sitting on my couch looking out the back windows of the living room. Behind her and the couch are a row of exotic animals, 2 lions, a gorilla, and a couple of tigers all in cages with steel bars and bulletproof glass. I climb up on top of the cages and open the gate to the two lions. They come out and attack the lady sitting on the couch. I then exit the front of the house and when I look up at the house, I realize it is actually a castle that I built by hand. I climb up the outside walls and through a window of the room with the table, phone book, and phone. I call for my driver to come to pick me up at the hardware store. When I hang up, I set the phone book on the floor and set it on fire.

I was in a zombie apocalypse. I lived on an island. I lived in a couple different small remote houses and we would let the zombie parades go by our house. We would wait for every zombie on the island to go by our house for the day. It was like a scheduled event. My brother and his wife (who is pregnant in real life) were gorilla wranglers. One day, I drove from one end of the island to the other to see my parents. While I was staying at their house (the house I live in real life at 22 years old), a couple zombies started banging on the front door. We ran inside while my father went to dispose of them. I realized there were 2 more at the back door. My mother went out back to handle them. She stabbed the first one in the brain and proceeded to do the same with the second. Only it just dropped the second one for a minute. The second zombie appeared to be just slightly fazed by it. Watching from the inside, I saw a third zombie attack my mother from behind while she was wondering how this second zombie could still be "alive." I ran outside to help but it was too late and the third zombie was eating my mother's brains. I killed it. The second zombie was still alive so I tried stabbing it in the head but when I did, it's skull was filled water and was translucent. She just looked up at me and laughed. I felt cheated and that it was not worth caring about because it's impossible to kill this zombie.

I had a very unusual dream. This couples old house had become a place where kids thought it was funny to go and see if the tales they had heard were true. They would go and have sex at this house and a mans ghost would appear very angry and kill the guys. In my dream I was there but not in it I was just watching my dream it seemed. When the ghost appeared his face looked sad at first then when he realized what the kids were doing his face became very angry and he would start flying around really fast and messing stuff up and then he would kill the boys but never the girls. In my dream it was almost as if he could see me and wanted me to make them stop having sex in his home. I have never had a dream like this so I am just curious what it could possibly mean. I was not scared in my dream but sad and anxious like I needed to do something to help the ghost.

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