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Well i was in someone else s body when my dream first started i don't know who i was i just know i was looking at myself and i was yelling at whoever i was then i said something and then i watched me as myself beat the living shit out of me and i was begging to stop but my fist kept slamming against my face and then there was blood all over my face and my hair was wet then i remember going back into my body looking up for a second before a fist came slamming down into my face and knocking me out i woke up and saw my bloody self on the ground but from several angles i started to cough and spit up blood i slowly stood up and i splashed water on my face i look up and i saw something in the back ground it looked like me but pure sick smile twirling a blade in his hands and he said something to me but i couldn't hear next thing i know im in his body again and he stabbed me and i could not only see the smile but i could feel the smile i woke up again i had stitches in my body then i woke up inside my dream i was on my bed surrounded by water the sound of distant dripping was coming closer and i saw something like a ghost and it vanished almost as near as i saw it then i heard voices.then i woke up again i was the evil guy again and he was smashing his fist into a mirror like he was trying to get something out of it or maybe he just hated the site of himself he kept punching until the blood gushed out of his hand then he smiled and turned around to see something he smiled i saw he started to laugh a sick creepy laugh and whispered with a metallic voice come get me i could feel his smile quirk up again as he kicked the door down but it wasn't the kitchen instead a dark room with water in it which turned to blood and a person on a bed screaming with chains on his arms and legs he whispered again i got you now then everything turned white and i was alone in this bright white room just sitting there i was wearing a white shirt and pants and shoes my hair was black i could see my eyes had turned green i was just starring forward and then i woke up :/

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I had a dream of my male cousin. We were cuddling with eachother meanwhile. In real, he is my first cousin and he is 2 years older than me. We were very friendly with eachother in our childhood. When we grow up, he asked me to buy personal cell, at that time i was 16 years old and he was 18. I didnt understands that he was interested in me at that time. And i didnt respond very well at that time. When i was 19 years old. I realize that he likes me. I asked him after a year that if he likes me. Then he answered, NO ! I don't. I said, You saw me in your dream and you asked me for a cell? What was it about? He said, its too late. You ignored me at that time. I said, I was not mature enough to understand your feelings, And now I have many of his dreams. I mostly see myself with him and I saw in my dream that me and he are cuddling with eachother. Kissing etc. Why i see him so much in my dreams?

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I had a dream of being sentenced to 2 years and 4 months in prison for stabbing another female in my defensive. The judge was a familiar face and the attorney that I seek to retain in my defense. Before I got ready to turn myself over to the authorities all I could think about is my home life as it is right now;responsibilities. I called my grandmother who's area code was 479 and cried to her as i talked about a male having cancer.The same male I saw lying face down in a box that only showed the back of his head. He rose up and began throwing up what look like his body organs.

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I was large, large like a god looking down on a small earth. I was looking over the ocean and I could see a man. He had fallen overboard his ship. The ship could not save him; they could not reach him with the massive waves that swept them away. There was a whale in the water; this wale did not want the man to be saved. The whale was swimming rapidly drowning the man and pushing the ship further and further away. He made the man helpless killing him slowly. I could not stand to watch this any longer. I reached down and scoped the man up in my hands, and at that point I panicked. He needed CPR or some sort of help that I could not provide being so much larger. I looked around me surrounded by others just as large. I was shouting for help franticly asking what can I do! I got the same response from everyone that there was nothing I could do and to put him out of his misery. I could not bear this answer there had to be something anything. As he lay in my hand helpless something amazing happened he began to cough! He stumbled to the tip of my finger trying to stand. No one had noticed this small miracle in my hand but I. then suddenly he was being yanked out of my grasp. I could not pull back it would kill him! I was screaming I cannot remember if any words came out though I attempted. I could feel his tiny hands griping my finger for his life. The way they slipped from my hand holding with every ounce of energy he had. But the force pulling was much stronger. It was a man a friend of mine who knew I could not do what everyone thought needed to be done. No one had seen the man get up; they all believed he was suffering. He did not listen to my screams of horror and in that one swift movement this tiny miracle was gone. I will always remember those tiny hands the way they slipped from mine.

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I am at a house party and mingling, the house seems to be 2-3 stories tall. i look over and notice a girl who seems to be emotionely upset. i find out what it is and go beat up the guy who made her upset. i return and try to make her feel better. i look down and say so son what level of power should i be at and he says supersayian 3. after i power up i go fight these two random guys who are sparring with each other. i win the fight with just three fingers. afther that in one part of the room there is a machine that analyzis your body and projects a animated form of anime. i look like a anime character and am hugging her and holding her. then she runs off after about two hours i finally find her. i walk up a set of stairs in a narrow way. i go in the room and she is sitting with her friends. one of them has a needle with lime green stuff inside and says don't move. fast as i can i snatch it out of his hands. i look over and she has injected herself and said don't worry i used to do this all the time. the spot in which she injected herself i squeze until the stuff oozes out and say i don't think so. t gently give her a light slap tap on her face and say if you have a problem lets talk because i like to listen to people and help them. later on that night her friends start playing a game she asks me if i want to play to. i start playing and though it is only 10 of us playing at one time i only saw my character. a guy goes by me in slow motion and flips onto another board because it is a skate game. the women start to join in and everybody begins to fight each other. i ask why are we doing this in the video game. one guys said that the punches are not normal. before i can ask why i get punched and fly back about ten feet. after the game we start to watch a movie. i am sitting next ot her and get up and go use the bathroom. once i return i see her talking to one of her friends who is female i see a small opening and sit between the. hfer friend who is a female looks at me and says really jokingly. i retun the sarcastic remark and say i am allowed she is my gilrfriend. i look over and notice that she has scooted down on the couch. i am sitting directly in front of the scrren in which the movie is playing. i say to her that if she wants a better seat to come sit here and pat my lap. she scoots further down and tells me to come there next to her by jesturing her finger. my eyes say really and her eyes say yes. i get up and sit next to her and wake up.

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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