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I dream me and my son was in this building to make a long story short in the dream I saw my neighbors it looked like e were at their house as we were leaving my son went out first some how the door closed behind him I looked up and I jumped with scare because I saw what looked like lizards it was raining so I pulled what looked like a towel as I was walking to the car I got in started it but it didn't come on the car was backing up so that's when I started driving as I was going to make a left turn to go to the other side of the parking lot this dark blue van was passing by ( the van looked exactly like a church van) I could see my son in the passenger side and this man was holding him down so I began to chase the van I was tailgating blowing the horn he sped up I couldn't keep up till I saw him make a quick right I did also but he got away I woke up with my heart beating fast..please intercept what this dream mean please!!!

I dreamed I was forced to marry a man I didn't know. He was a powerful god; red skin, big, golden eyes, usually wore brown pants, and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones). I was a goddess; dark skin, long black hair, green eyes, and wore a green flowy dress. I have no clue what we oversaw in our positions, but we hardly liked each other. He already had a human woman he loved; pale skin, fragil body, black hair, brown eyes. I didn't have anyone I loved, but I did have a slave that had feelings for me. The woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me, as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail. As stated before, the god didn't like me that much. I didn't like him either. He was usually seen coddling his lover, or being distant when I half-heartedly tried to connect with him. Somehow, we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves. We had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family, but as the fight went on, we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened. After that, the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession. The god and I we happy after that. And then I woke up.

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