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Hello, I recently had a dream about a man also. I cannot remember the face. My dream started off in some sort of chase. Me and the man were in a seperate car while the mans mother was in some sort of decoy car. His mothers car got hit by another car and and burst into flames. The driver of our car ran over the the car in flames. The man I was with began to cry because he just seen his mother die. I got into the backseat and comforted him. I tried to grab his hands and hold them, but he struggled and tried to take them away. So I still held onto his hands and got on his lap and strattled him. I began to hug him and tightly, he then hugged me back in the same manner as he began to sob. I leaned away to look into his face and I wiped away his tears. I then kissed him, he did not kiss back, I did this twice. I then embraced him again and held on to him like we were lovers and I began to cry with him. Since I have woke up from this dream I cannot remember his face,all I remember is the back of his head from when I was hugging him.

I moved into a new big apartment with my brother, my nephew and my baby niece who is not real but she was about two years old in the dream and had long braids. I decided which rooms the two kids would stay in on the first floor of the house. Outside on the terrace I met a videographer and asked him what he was working on. He told me he was shooting a documentary about a breakdance crew from Morocco. I got excited and asked him if he knew the boy I like/love. He said he'd heard of him but he was working with another dancer. When the dancer arrived he was a very short dancer I'd never seen before. He showed me a photograph of some graffiti in Morocco with his face on it. There were two other faces, the one on the left was the boy I know's face, it was in purple spray paint. Someone asked me if I knew him. They said they could tell I did because the way my smile lit up, it meant I was in love.

It was daytime, I was serenading my friend who was in a tall white building. She was wearing an orange dress. I was outside in front of the white building. I was serenading her with music in my ipod. She yelled out I love you and I yelled out I love you too. She came running downstairs to me to hug me. we embraced on another in each others arms A stranger told us we make a cute couple and she told them we were engaged. There was an engagement ring on her finger. She placed her head on my chest and I felt happy.

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