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Running along and notice a man with two dogs one brown and one black. The black one was on a leash. The other was playing. In this instant I decided not to carry on the same track and went into a block of flats to continue watching the dogs etc as I was intending on carrying on the run when they pass. However, at this time another runner was going by and the brown dog jumped on him and bit him taking a piece of flesh. At this point the dog on the leashwas uncontrolable and got away from the man holding the leash. the black dog tried to take the "meat" from the brown dog and as a result they began to fight. I woke up after hearing sirens etc.

It started in the country in a house looked like a priest had studied there also like a mass murder took place,i was there walking exploring with my 2 daughters and a few other ppl i didnt know then more ppl showed up and a handsome man walked right up to me saying i was the one ,,,,i was to have his babyit would b satans baby i was scared asked to gather my thoughts for a moment and found myself in a room where i noticed a priests coat in the pocket was a few rosarys with just brown rope i took them hopeing they were blessed went and slipped my daughters both one the other i held in my fist went back and the ppl with him were all waiting to watch i said to him plez do this alone he made them leave except one man as he was having sex with me i prayed in sielence then a grl about 2 yrs old appeared next to me brown curly hair with bright blue eyes but then dissappeared he was angry didnt understand and said if i wouldnt give him the child then he would take one of my daughters i then woke up this is not good i havent remembered any dreams sence my son passed away 5 yrs ago ,what is going on and why is Satan trying to come to me in my dreams

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.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a room like a theater auditorium with other people, I know I knew them but don't know who they are. We are all supposed to be sleeping on the floor. There are white tarps/blankets everywhere. I look up to see large brown and black striped spiders coming down from the ceiling. I'm trying to alert everyone but no one hears me. I begin to try and swat the spiders away but they just sway in the air, still coming down. So realistic!

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