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3 to 4 times i saw the same dream in 3 years and every time theres the same hotel and my dream was dat m going in the hotel which is located in a ghat section area ,backyard of the hotel theres a beautiful valley n all over greenary is spreaded....m going there alone metting few unknown freinds an partying there with them for late night and twice there was a guy i always dream of with me in that hotel and in actual life he was my first crush bt we were never in contact and now i dnt knw his actual name too....and whenever i see this dream i always wake up happily n smilling.....m happy dat time that i saw the dream......plz tell me what my dream actually means

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I had a dream the other night where I was riding in a car driving down a suburban neighborhood street and every one was trick-or-treating like it was Halloween but it was Valentines day. There were Valentines day decorations on most of the home's doors and there were people dressed in cupid-like outfits and walking like zombies. As I traveled down the street I started to witness riots where people dressed in black were beating the zombies dressed in Valentines Day-like outfits yelling things like "God doesn't approve". After that I went home and was immediately scared because people were trying to break into my house. It was three people 1 woman and 2 men they were banging on my door like they weren't going to stop until they broke the door down. I ran to the back of my house and was able to relax like I had some time to spare, I started to pack. Then I walked down my hallway into a room where there was a large bird cage, in the cage there was a red bird, an orange bird, a green bird, and a yellow bird. The red and orange bird were just "normal" small birds, but the green bird was awkward looking with a long neck and made of beads. The yellow bird had the design of a peacock and was unfriendly. Even though I don't have birds in real life I felt like I needed to save these birds, I had a love for them. In the dream I needed to transfer each one into a smaller cage so that I could leave my house (that was being invaded by the people trying to break in). The first bird I got was the red one, which in the dream was my favorite. I then got the orange one, which didn't have much meaning to me for some reason. Both the red and orange bird went into the smaller cage willingly. Then I went to get the green bird made of beads and it urinated all over me on the way to put it in the smaller cage. So I hurried and put it in the cage. In the dream I could actually feel it. I was wet, so I went to change clothes quickly. Next I went to try and retrieve the yellow peacock-designed bird and it was hiding from me and took a little while to get it out of the cage. Once I got it out it bit me on the finger, causing it to bleed so I pulled my hand away and it went back into the cage. After that I could hear the people breaking in getting closer to getting into my house so I rushed to the other room to keep packing- leaving the yellow bird. I was packing my clothes when all of the sudden in my hallway the attic door opened by itself and a clear box full of silver fell out of the attic. I interpreted it in the dream as my late Grandmother's silver. I was confused and slowly walked towards the box. I retrieved it and on my bed was now the small bird cage, my suit case, and the box of silver.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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I am in a park surrounded by table filled with people eating meals, these people I do not know stare at me as I walk by. Then I walk away from the park ever so slowly I find I cannot walk very fast or run. The faster I try to increase my pace the slower I find myself moving. When I get myself out of this park I find family friends dining outside the park in a small table, however they do not invite me to sit, they only say hello. I find another person I know quickly short after and is asked to follow them to a location down the street on foot and I agree to do so. As stated earlier I am walking slowly forward I cant seem to keep up all to well though they never leave my site so I dont worry, until I hit this object a man Is handling. I cannot tell what this object is but he was about to load something onto it. The object looks kind of like a hand truck or dolly. So I knock it over and as if I could help him set it back up, before he answers I pick it up and kind figure out how to set it upright for it continues to fall over and over again. It is then I realize I am helping out a paramedic crew with this item and I am standing next to an ambulance. Eventually with help we get the object up behind the ambulance and I have lost my friend of who which asked me of some assistance. I feel like I know the place that he walked into however I have an image or an indicator for where it is but I cant find it where I feel it should be and walk up and down this strip. During I am getting bumped and pushed by people in the way because I cannot keep up with a normal pace I am still walking slowly, so I start grabbing on to thing to try and pull myself faster but that makes people stare at me and it really is not increasing my speed all that much. At this point I see this girl who I always imagine is my ex- girlfriend who I became to attached to highschool. This person always seems to have at least one trait of her, this time it was here face. Generally now I dont really think of her as my ex girlfriend , I usually accept it as a falsely idealized love affection. Anyway, she and I cross paths going in opposite direction and we meet eyes side by side. She looks extremely happy, maybe even happy to see me and might say something, but I just stare at her maybe even glare or leer just coldly with no emotion. In my dream I even saw my face but it seemed to focus on our eyes more than anything. After that she is gone and I feel a negative feeling Im not sure which one but I know it there. At that point when she is gone I realize that If I walk backwards I can actually move faster maybe even at a faster pace than a normal forward speed so I walk around backwards for a while(in most my dreams its this way I can only travel quickly and effortlessly while walking backwards...its just awkward). Somehow shortly there after I find another friend I feel though I have no idea who it is I just feel comfortable with said person and we are finding these bodies of dead people scattered around laying face first in the ground and we are trying to follow them. We think we see a murderer but he gets away he was to fast, to sly. Following I see a bear and it comes after us. As it gets closer I realize that it has a head of a wolf and can run on all fours or on twos. We run and my friend escapes I think I might have but I woke up at that point. Fin.

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So, it starts out in a sort of theatre setting, and my dad and one of my friends are pantomiming either a battle, dance, or both. Afterwards, my dad tells me I'm ready to see what's beyond this old-looking door I've never seen before. It was dirty and had multiple chains hanging loosely around it. My mother forbade me from ever going inside prior to, but my dad said I was ready to see what was there. As it opened, the other side was like a crypt; it was dank, and there was a heavy air around it and there were several coffins opened already. Oddly enough, most of the skeletons in the coffins were clean and ivory white, almost like the kind you would see in an anatomy class. Finally, we came up to a skeleton that was real (I figured so because it was filthy and looked like they were actually exhumed). It was my grandfather's (on my dad's side) bones, but I've never seen my grandfather, he died before I was born and the only person who talked about him was my dad. I stared at the bones for a while before my dad told me I had to pick through a few trinkets. The two things I picked were both blue; a metallic necklace with a jewel that resembled an eye that rested on my chest when I put it on, and a hair clip with two royal blue feathers sticking out. When my friend picked up the necklace, it was a metal peace symbol.

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