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I was spending time with a girl (pro skater- leticia bufoni)she was smiling and pleasant. I felt happy and excited. She seemed to smile bigger every time she looked at me. I felt as if the two of us had been doing that " I like you , I know you like me, but no one will make the first move " So sitting on a curb out side my apartment (current) we chatted about my current gf. She said things like "your girl must be so happy" "your girl must be beautiful" In my dream I actually acknowledged this and a lucid dream began. (Or vivid - the one you can control) I said to l.b. "The two of you could be paternal twins" She then started to blush and smiled so big. Giggling she said something, I don't remember what was said but I remember the feeling. She did that girl screech when they get really giddy and then the dream began to procced. My choice of words , was actually my choice "Maybe the three of us could all be together" l.b. Became so giddy and happy. She reached down into a puddle of water to grab her white dog (no distress in the animal or leticia, both just giddy and excited. She then passed the white dog to me an I carried it inside (cute white dog) We then started walking back towards my apartment and my dream cut to a new scene. In my apartment now I was with a friend (male) my girlfriend was a bit agitated about my dream.(I felt I had told her about the dream and was discussing it with my girlfriend and male friend(whom I'm not sure) I remember a feeling of knowing the disscussion was a dream but feeling awake. Trying to describe a million things and reasons why I had the dream about l.b. (I know a bit about dream interperatation) she seemed to calm down and by the end of this waking dream inside my first dream, my girlfriend seemed to be coming around to either the idea of us all bein together in a relationship (not a horn dog, I'm a lover, so much emotion and love to give) or just not feeling threatened any more. My dream cut again to a new scene Sitting with leticia I became excited , smiling. We seemed to be at a skate park but just sitting. My dream shortly ended. I don't remember what was said. But I do remember a feeling of success, if my feelings could talk"it's working lmao" I remember feeling so happy. Like Dating your first girlfriend that feeling that you get from your first relationship. I remember feeling light chested. Breathing seemed to take concentration. As if the beauty was so enveloping I had to focus on my berthing to keep breathing. I would love for this dream to mean exactly what I saw. But I know it probably doesn't. I've had dreams about people dying and woke up to find out they had died about the same time I was dreaming. If someone could help me out with interpretation, for an external viewpoint, that would be great. Thnx A. B.

8 years old son sleeping when Jesus comes into my dreams. We talk about learning your lesson on the first try . You get one chance for god is harsh and Jesus likes to watch me play with me we play games together ,walking around I can look up in his eyes and my answered from an question is known without words. Jesus loves to walk on water ,like an trick and why is there an ghost like figure dressed in white , bright colors shown on her head crown of flowers'. Jesus is more interested about me through questions about what I like, feel more comfortable with that than my question for him .Jesus is on the ghost like clothes yet his eyes are purely righteous feeling glimmering bluish,green eyes. His voice is soft unlike god .im building him 3huts for him out sticks ,clay muddy?

I took the so called check or whatever from my grandmother by accident , rushed to get it back ended up not having it any more at all. when I tried to find him again I ended up in wc cafeteria. but it wasn't in the a building it was the gym trophy area. dula and magie were there and I told her how we were gonna move to Alabama , she playfully rejected and I told magie how ima take a plane there and how it would only take a hr to get there she gave a dumb response saying we would be in Atlanta if it took that long and dula told her to be quiet. that's when I realized I didn't have the check and I frantically went to the weight room where I saw my grandmother talking to about 3 students and she thought I was late and asked who I was, I responded exhausted head facing the heavens and said , it's me grandma.

I woke up in Ross's apartment with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand, and I could hear Ross's xbox still going, but Ross was passed out with the controller still in his hand. I got up and started to stretch, when I heard something. Fast footsteps, but with slower, heavier footsteps behind them. The faster ones started to get even faster, until they were full out sprinting, but the heavier footsteps remained the same. Ross's apartement is in deep Osborne village, so it's normal to have people being loud at weird hours, but this time it was different. It sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever said, but you know how you learn your parent's footsteps before they come to your room? Or when someone enters your house and you know exactly who it is? The footsteps sounded like them. I hadn't heard them in so long. I carefully got up, making sure that Ross didn't wake up. I ran up the stairs, noticing that it was still dark outside, and got blinked a few times so that I could see. I found that the place was different at night – it looked more vintage. I tripped across the carpet, and a red light flashed in the reflection of a painting. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I looked closer to the red light in the reflection. I supposed that it was the reflection of the fire alarm, but then. Well, I heard a crash behind me, and when I turned around I felt myself being pushed to the ground, and a broken down pick-up truck, and I got pinned beteen the wall and the car. A girl walked out of the car, the same one, from the painting before. She walked up to me, trying to get out from between the car. She looked at me, in the eyes, I think, it was pretty dark, and then she lifted my chin. She mouthed the words, “I'm so sorry I had to do this” but I heard the words “16:00 408 HARBISON NEW.” And the 9 year old girl stroked my hair until I passed out.

My aunt who raised me and is now deceased came to me and sat down by my side as I played my guitar she told me don't worry you are making the right choose and not to give up. Then she said you dont need me any more you can do this on your own. Just make shore you show more love then ever before. She said she understand what I had to do and all will be ok. Then she said it's time for me to go now so promise me you will go for it. Then she walked away and I woke up balling.

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

There was a Christmas party and someone knocked on the door. It was really sketchy so no one let him in. He tried two more times and then tired to break down the door. Everyone tried to hold it, but he started splintering the wood so we all scattered. I remember seeing him catch someone and beat them. He seemed to enjoy himself. I Was running all over the place and it turned into a game of hide and seek. I finally got to the attic and was hiding in a corner when I saw someone ascending the stairs. I knew it was the man who broke in and I tried to make myself smaller. It was no use he spotted me an sauntered over. He was tall with chin length blond hair, strait nose, light greyish blue eyes and flat/highish cheekbones. He was really polite and somewhere when he was introducing himself I stopped quaking and started becoming mad and uncharacteristically brave, so I made to get up and he pulled a gun and said "I'd rather you didn't" I remained kneeling and looked up definitely and said "do it." He pulled the trigger and nothing happened it clicked, I barely flinched, he laughed. Outside someone screamed and I heard sirens. The man looked worried for a second and then lunged at me. He sat me down on the floor next to him and held a knife to my back as my would be rescuers came up the stairs. They asked if we were okay and the man said, sounding scared and out of breath, "yes! We're fine." He dug the knife into my back and I agreed that we were fine. He pretended to be a victim and I was his cover story. The last thing I remember was a threat and him saying "Every Clyde needs a Bonnie"

My and one of my old not so close anymore friends were in school and I was doing a performance of stage. When I stepped off the stage he was there and said something and grabbed my hand and we started running through the shortcut in the trees to my house. While we were running I so badly wanted to intertwine our fingers so I moved my hand down a bit and slightly did it. I just finished doing something and he came up to me and smiled and held my hand and everyone looked at us and thought we were dating but we weren't and we just walked about, talking and smiling and every time I saw him we just held hands and smiled.

My brother and I and his friends were standing in line in a public store after we had done something illegal. My brother and I decided to walk out of the store and as soon as we did I got this feeling that the cops were going to come. As soon as I told my brother about my feeling we heard the sirens. We turned and ran up a very steep and snowy mountain. We used the rocks to pull us up and make our climb easier. As we kept climbing we started dto slip and couldn't go up anymore so we ended up in the middle of the mountain covered and safe .

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