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In my dream i gad to visit india with a friend, a country i have never fancied going. i had to feed my cat bundy who ate the saucer iof food, i wanted to take her with me - next thing i was lying in bed in india and bundy wanted to go out, i didnt want her to as i thought harm would come to her but she went anyway. next thing my friend opens a window and a dog jumps in room snarling and fierce, it jumps on my bed biting me, i somehow got it off me and it went. then next morning another dog comes in room snarling and fierce, then it went. i called and called for bundy but knew she would never return. by the way bundy died 3 years ago

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

My best male friend from high school decided to come up and give me a surprise visit. I walked him into the tiny apartment I am currently staying in, and we moved things around and sat on the floor and talked. We were teasing each other a bit, but I said something that really got to him. And a few seconds later I was pinned to the floor being tickled and we were both laughing like crazy. Once we had stopped to catch our breath, we both noticed our positions. I was slightly underneath of him, and we were very close to each other. I said his name softly, and gently caressed his face. Then we kissed. The kiss turned very passionate, and soon he was holding onto me and I him. In the back of dream me's mind, I knew we could not take this very far. But I also knew it felt amazing to be held in this way, touched and kissed in this manner. However, when he decided to put his hand up my shirt, that was when I snapped out of it and was able to stop. I have unnaturally cold hands, so in return for his slight fondling I put my hands under his shirt and that woke him up real fast. We looked into each others eyes, separated a bit, then talked until my dream ended about various things.

I am a personal trainer and I dreamt about one of my clients. She was about 6 inches taller in the dream. I dreamt I was in a golf shop and she came in, I told her to go through and then we were in a run down gym. I got her to go on a cross trainer and then left for a minute. I couldn't then remember going back into the training session but when I asked her later she said I had returned. She had a tattoo of swallows going from the side of her face, down her neck and across her chest (not something she has in real life). I then said during the dream that I wasn't sure if it was a fantasy or real.

I was invisible with my children and present at my husbands work. He worked in a place that had three different levels of dimensions in space. He did cocaine at his job and participated in homosexual behavior in return for favors from a male coworker. His coworkers saw one of my children on an xray machine that they used for taking pictures of space. I was cleaning up the area of toys when it happened. He became upset when I found out about his behavior and opted to just stay friends. We went our separate ways as I drove a car into the rainy night. I kept going over hills in the road and it was wet outside and dark. The water was clear but I was seeing it from inside the car.

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