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I dreamt I was on vacation in some log cabin with a lot of my family, (uncles aunts etc) One day I come home and I could kinda tell something was up so I frantically ask "Where is my violin?.." and my dad informed me that it was by the window. So I go over and I see it lying face down, next to it's case but not in it. I start to panic. I asked who moved it and why isn't it in it's case? They know better than to touch it... My dad said something like "Oh well me and all the uncles are going to have a lil two day Woodstock". I pick it up and I notice that the whole top piece of the instrument is missing and I am livid. I start screaming in a horribly high pitched voice demanding who did it. I see my Uncle Bill and there's something in his hand. Upon further examination I see that he has the top of the violin and he appeared to be wrapping it in plastic wrap. I started screaming at him and all he had was this strange little smile on his face as if this was all very amusing to him. I was yelling stuff like "THEY ARE SO COMPLEX AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HALF OF WHAT YOU DID" I woke up when I yelled (in my dream I yelled it but I really murmured it in real life) "I TRUSTED YOU!!" I woke up feeling very very angry.

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I was dreaming that my husband got locked up by the police for stealing his own car. I went to visit him to see how I can help set him free. When I got to the station a lady with blonde hair was sitting there. Claiming to be his friend and that she wants to help him. I did not trusther and felt that she had hidden agendas. So I told her to stay away from him and that he is my husband and that I would help him. When I got to my husband he was standing in a room with the door open. I thought to myself that he could easily just walk out if there because there was no guards to stop him I also felt that she was the person who had him locked up.My husband then told me that they put him in that room to keep him away from the other prisoners and that he wasn't allowed to leave the room. He then contacted his lawyer to help him and the lawyer responded with a numerical coded message wich I unlocked for him. The message said that he can help my husband to proof his inocense but it would cost him R500. We didn't have the money so I told my husband that I would go to another policestation with the proof that he is inocent and have them release him. But if all else fails I would brake him out of prison myself.

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Four o'clock comes. Leaving me in dry sweats accompanied by uneasy breathing. I find myself searching the room as if this man were still in my presence. The strong, yet easy echo of his words still ringing in my ears. Disoriented I lay there unwilling to move, welcoming the cool breeze of the fan as it caresses my face. "Come with me, I'll show you the way" I couldn’t see his face, but there was a hint of a smile to his voice. His hand extended towards mine. As I lay sprawled on the floor with no clear memory of how I had gotten there. I was beaten, and I was afraid. Cautiously I looked for him, but still only found his hands - "But, I cant see you." I stated. "You don’t need to, just trust me." He replied. Our hands meet with some confusion, but he draws me towards him with impressive strength. This is where i wake up. My blood rushing from adrenaline, it was comfortable, and dangerous in one. For when gentle sins meet one another, worlds collide. when he starts speaking is where my dream starts, the part I remember anyway. And the last sentence I swear that I heard his same melodic voice whiper it to me after I had already woken. Also, it might help you know that I lucid dream, most of the time unwilling,

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I am a karate student (black belt). Recently I lost my teacher through betrayal (he betrayed me and threw me out of the school based on the betrayal of others). I have a recurring dream theme, that pretty much surrounds me going back to my old school. My recent one, last night, was that I went to my school and was supposed to teach a class. When I arrived several of the students helped me stack chairs. One of them put the chairs together and sat on them to force them to fit. I cautioned him, "let me show you how to do it. You're going to get me in trouble doing it like that." then the class was to start and nobody was there. None of the students came to the class. I asked why, but there was no answer. Then I was sitting beside my teacher leaning against him, and was afraid, I didn't trust him not to think I was doing something wrong. Each time I pulled away he would pull me back and he was talking to me very kindly and like I was a valued student again. It was a comforting dream, but I didn't trust him in the dream, but enjoyed talking to him.

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