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I saw a building which is like an apartment of houses, in which we are living, it seems that I am with my parents there and unfortunately I met my lover after a period of misunderstanding and separation, shocked that he was just in the house next to my opposite house. I spoke with him casually and he told that he has been here for sometime and he know what all happening around me, he was very normal, casual, he says that he is working as a driver in a lorry. I also saw two other persons, he introduced as his friends. I was very happy in dream about that he has come back. I am telling my mum that, he has come back, he is not angry or irritant, he is very loving. Me and mum both felt great that he is back. In this dream he also tells me that he knew what things are going on even our shifting of house from the previous to this new which is very near.

I've had this dream twice, the first time I have this dream I am walking in this place and the first thing I pass is a chair and I keep walking and that's all I can remember. The second time I have this dream I'm walking in this place again and and I pass the chair but this time I pass a groom and soon after that I pass a bride now the bride is walking normal but there's blood covering her abdomen. She doesn't look in pain she just keep walking. And she is wearing her wedding dress. I notice in my dream I see a flower on the wall. And to me I realize a wedding is about to happen here.

I dreamt of a normal house where people lived in. when I was in the house I could feel something was there. In the last room I went in was a bed room. It had a bed I sat on the bed. I could feel and cense there was something there. a man appeared to me he had a cowboy hat on brown he had a watch on there was a friend with me in the room but they could not see him. The man said his name is David. I gave him my watch he then put it on and the watch was floating in the air for my friend to see that there was someone there. When I left the room and came back later I could feel something ells when I tried to leave the room with a open door the door shut but I got my arm in the door was held close by a force I struggled but manage to get it open and escape the room.

Ok a few things you should know first. My house is haunted, it's been proven by southen paranormal, who where called in as we (myself and visiters) where expriencing very paranomal events, but nothing to be afraid of, the sprits are genrally quite helpful and I enjoy them being here now. We have a sort of relasionship with them. Ok so in the past i've had dreams about black cats before, but last night... I was dreaming my black cat Zensi, jumped up on my lap and I strated to stroke him (the dream was backwards) Where I would normally stroke him left to right) But I was stroken him right to left, as my hand moved down to his sholders his fur and skin peeled away with my stroke, leaving his lower body and tail looking like unreavling bacon! (please try not to laugh) He then looked at me and jumped off my lap and vanished! I woke up feeling worried and wanted to cry, I rolled over to cuddle my patner who at this time was shaking in his sleep almost in a fitting state, he's had these before (represt memory dreams of the RAF) And at the same my friend staying with us was shouting angrly in her sleep! Neither my friend nor my patner remeber having bad dreams, only me. Please help, I know something is trying to warn me, and I know it's to do woth me.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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