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I was in a shop and I wanted to buy a paysafecard. But the shopkeeper gave me a card for my phone and I told him nooo I want a paysafecard not a card for my phone. Then somehow somehow someone won 5000 phones in that shop [ it was a girl ]. When we got out I asked to let me pick one and she didn't want to share them. So I chased her and she started doing things. Like he was saying the police that I wanted to hurt her because I was chasing her and etc. but I always got away. Then she told her father [ he looked really rich and strong socially ] and he told to the police again and they all started chasing me. Then I got hidden in a random shop and the shopkeeper told me to hide under the desk. Then the girl was actually chasing me too. I could do anything if I wanted too and the shopkeeper revealed me some stones which were really similar to each other and it was like a map. After a while, when I was flying her father caught me. I started kicking him and he wouldn't let me go. He told me " act like nothing was happened, and you will be saved " and then I woke up. All those things happened near my neighborhood in a place that I go almost every week. What could this mean?

I was on a team of workpeople and there was one adult that was with us. He was maybe in his thirties and i felt a connection with him like we were close. However, i was the only one who noticed him turning evil as he sat at his desk and was working. His hands were creating electric shocks, and nobody else saw this but me. And i'm actually scared of electricity too. Then i saw his face go evil and he was like in a trance. and then the lights started to flicker on and off. He was turning into a villain.

I had a dream about a woman who looked young from far away but was actually elderly in the face. She wore black sunglasses and a green shirt with an l on it. My. Grandparents and I went to Jamaica, she was stalking us, and I got tired of it so I went up to her and asked what her problem was. She stood still and silent for a few seconds, then broke into an abnormal scream, and jumped/ran away in a monkey like position. This continued for a while, just in different locations.

I got these belwo 3 dreams in a 3 weeks of time 1. I have seen Lord Shiva & Temple Premises of my Village. (I immediatly visited that temple and offerred the Prayers) 2. I have seen 2"Padukas" along with a very small Siva Linga, ornamented with Silver Naagabharana. I was saying to someone in dream that "though here we are seeing padukas, its actually Shiv temple, we can also see Rudrabhishekha." 3. A very old Shiv Linga, kind of one no is worshipping it. Little cracked in few areas of Shivlinga. May I know these Predistions about my series ofdreams

I dreamt that I was sleeping in my bed at my apartment when I felt something pressing on my body. In my dream, I woke up to see that nothing was actually on me, but I saw the dark outline of a person, particularly a man, to the left of me. I pretended to be asleep to see if he would go away, but instead he started to climb on top of me. At this point, I wanted to yell for help, since all of my roommates were home, but when I went to open my mouth to yell, my throat felt like it was closing up, and I was unable to yell for help.

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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