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There were 2 guys and a girl, that I don't actually know, in my dream. I knew who was supposed to fall in love with who, as if it was a film I had already seen. The one for my eventually started to fall in love with me. I can't remember of his physical body, except that he had long hair (which I really rarely find attractive on a boy). He was so cute and sweet in his ways of being with me. We did stuff together only, when our friends (which don't actually exist) were together. I really feel like I love(d) him and now I kinda miss him. I was really sad when I woke up and that obviously my dream ended. The weird thing is that I NEVER have happy dreams, and nor did I EVER fall in love with anyone in my whole life (I'm 16). I felt confortable with him, while I don't even feel confortable with my own mother (social anxiety). Is this maybe cause deep down I want to find love or something? I already had dreams that kind of happened after. Oh gosh I just remembered that the day before I had said to my spiritual guides or whatever you call them "please show yourself to me" or something. This could be it too lol...... O.O To resume once again, I made up everything in my dream, even the places. The where only objects that I have (like my old dolly house) or references to stuff in my life (kids from people from my korean lesson => I've never heard of them).

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

Since I was 16 and now I'm 20 and he's 19, I've been dreaming like every night of a very special Argentinian guy That I've been stalking for 4 years and I neither have the courage to talk to him nor to get him to know about me. Seriously! I'm so inlove with him that I can't stop thinking about him day and night...To be honest, I'm totally obsessed with him! Well, I always see him coming to me in my dreams, calling me, talking to me, kissing me, following me wherever I go, holding my hands and smiling to me, hanging out with me... I sometimes dream of his home, family, friends, and the places he goes...he often appears so afraid of losing me, hurting me, leaving me, missing me...and when I run he runs after me Like a fool would do and calling my name out loud to stay and never leave him promising me to love me back just like I love him..in every dream, we are like that ''perfect couple'' But in fact, this guy doesn't even know me, my name or my existence! so what does it mean ? I'm so confused that I really need some explanation and Thanks a lot!

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