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I keep having this reoccurring dream where this guy I was imitate with once in the past now he no longer wants anything to do with me well atleast he's pretending he doesn't want anything to do with me. & in the dream i'm with my current boyfriend on a trip and for some reason he's there too but in the dream he sees me and looks at me like hes mad that i am there with my boyfriend everytime he sees me with my current boyfriend . Later in the dream I was alone walking around andimmediately approaches meeh saying he missedmsed me and he needs more of my intimacy that he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me. And then we end up starting intercourse but I wake up before it's over with What does that mean

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I keep having this reoccurring dream where this guy I was imitate with once in tha past now he no longer wants anything to do with me well atleast he's pretending he doesn't want anything to do with me. & in the dream i'm with my current boyfriend on a trip and for some reason he's there too but in the dream he sees me and looks at me crazy everytime he sees me with my current boyfriend . Later in the dream I was alone walking around and he immediately approaches meeh saying he missed me and he needs more of my intimacy that he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me. And then we end up starting intercourse but I wake up before it's over with What does that mean

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I was home with my older brother when my water broke, I didn't even look pregnant, and I went into my room and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. later that day I was cleaning when my friend came and I started to tell her how I thought I was pregnant but not sure, all that while I had forgotten I have already given birth, when I did eventually recall, I ran into my room only to find my baby crying and I started to breastfeed her, but she looked older as though she was born 5 months ago. later that evening my current boyfriend called and asked if anything had happened a though he knew we were expecting, when I told him I gave birth in the morning he threw a bitch fit because I never told him, ad my baby just kept asking ''is that my daddy?'' at this point she looked 10, and I was shouting using her name telling her to keep quiet and sit down, and he was confused. at the end of the dream I was taking her to his house.

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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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