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I was watching people from inside my cousin's house, as l was receiving visitors, i looked back and i saw my ex boyfriend in the kitchen collecting water for himself so that he could bath, i finally realized that he was half naked and i did not want people to see him like that, i wnt to ask him why he is not dressed but instead of answerin me, he asked me also why i was topless, that's when i realized that i was not wearing a top, but was not ashamed of being topless infront of him, thats when i started kissing him and i finally woke up.

I was much younger, hanging out with a bunch of girls that were friends. I can't remember who they were or from what time of my life specifically. There was this blond guy that they were all fawning over. I didn't really talk to him. The next thing I know, I'm in a tiny room with him. The only things in the room are a small table and rock. The rock was oblong and had sunglasses it. The sunglasses were made out of that plastic color form removable sticker stuff like we had when we were kids. I pulled off the sunglasses and I love you Carolyn was painted on the rock. I didn't say anything. I walked out of the room. The room opened up into a giant operational lumber mill. A woman was holding a giant push broom. I approached her. It was Katie Holmes. I asked what she was doing there. She said that they let her stay in one of the little rooms if she swept up all of the sawdust.

Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

So, me and my Ex- boyfriend broke up 3 months ago, it was over something stupid and it was a mistake I regretted and didn't realize until later, I didn't cheat on him or any of those stuff, it was a dumb reason. I still have feelings for him though. Anyways, I've been having dreams about him since July. Not all the time, but a couple, maybe 4 days straight some not. a day ago i had a dream that me and him were arguing and he was screaming at me to slap him and I slapped him but not hard, it felt like someone was restraining my arm, then I startedcrying and I was really mad at him and he grabbed my face, not hard, and he kissed me, I felt my heart skip a beat. And then last night i dreamt that he kissed me again. What's this supposed to mean? I've never had dreams of where we were kissing. Can somebody tell me wht this means?

I had a dream about me, my mother, a strange girl outside my house, my new born baby, neighbors across the street, and a guy killing people. i was in the house with my mother, while my new born baby was in the crib sleeping, i went to look outside and seen a strange girl on my porch, than i looked across the street and seen a black car drive up and a man come out and started shooting the neighbors across the street, he turned and shot the girl outside my porch than started shooting up my house. i ducked, but my mom got shot and i got shot in the arm, i started to hear my baby cry, but i couldnt move, the man came into my house to see if we were dead. he checked for my heart beat and realized i was still alive than he shot me in the head, next thing i knew i was awake in my dream hearing the sound of my baby crying right by me, but my husband or daughter wasn't there with me. i think i was dead.

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