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My husband passed away almost 7 years ago. Ever since then, and even now I regularly dream terrible nightmares about him not being dead, it was all a mistake and he's cheating on me. And, I can literally feel it breaking my heart. Then the rest of the dream I'm chasing him down pleading with him to stop this. It's awful. I really wish I'd quit dreaming these horrible dreams. I always think to myself, why haven't I ever had even one good dream about him. We never had problems during our marriage concerning fidelity, that's why I just do not understand this.

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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

The part of the dream that i remember starts in a grey clay house with one window. the skies are blue and the temperature is nice and soft. The house does not have a roof and there is one more person there. It is a pale bald man with a very plain face. The appearance of the person is pretty much as undressed as it can be. I feel close to this person maybe as a friend maybe more but im unsure even in the dream i feel unsure. The person begins to bang his head on the wall to the left. I seem to understand why the person does this and i somehow even agree to what hes doing. After banging hes head on the wall i see a red circle on his forehead. the person smiles. The person lies down on the floor. The person tells me it wants to die and asks me to pick up one of the multiple huge boulders in the room and drop it on hes head. I reach for the boulder but i cannot bring myself to pick it up. Now two other persons without faces come into the room and start kicking the person a few times before picking up one of the boulders. They carry it above the persons head and i move out of the building. Intense fear and sadness are what i feel next. I move back into the building but there is nothing there except for a few stones and boulders. Now all of a sudden i feel like I want to die. It feels so unreal looking back at the emotion and feeling i felt in the dream. Like nothing i have ever experienced in real life. The feeling was completely alien to me. It was not even like a want but it felt necesarry to die. I wanted to die... I had to. Two wooden supports appear in the room. I set up the supports and before i know it the big boulder simply lies on it. Enough room for my head under it. All it would take is me lying under there and pushing out one of the supports. i sit down besides it and i feel very heavy. I lay down and close my eyes. Envision nothingness before opening my eyes and leaving the room. I stand outisde to room near a ledge with a small wall. I lean on the wall with both my arms and look over it. I see a beautifull sand beach and a blue sea with blue skies above it. It feels so empty and sad. I wake up.

So the dream starts out with me and my group of friends in some sort of hotel/apartment thing. My ex girlfriend is also there who is part of our friend group (we both still have some feelings for each other). As I'm walking through the apartment/hotel room a kid who I don't know walks by telling me him and my ex girlfriend are going downstairs so I'm like why not I'll come. We come to an elevator, but while we are waiting I notice something strange start to happen to my ex gf. She started to morph into a girl version of her ex boyfriend before me who was a real douche bag, which understandably freaked me out a little bit. The dream then transferred to all of us on the elevator. FYI- me and 8 of my friends got stuck in an elevator at the Tropicana hotel in Atlantic City for 2 hours a week or 2 prior. Everybody seemed to know the deal, as if the elevator was going to drop. We all counted down 1, 2, 3, jump and we all jumped as the elevator plummeted down. When I jumped I also held onto a metal bar that was above me which kept me secure. Falling in the elevator created a huge sensation of adrenaline, like being on a rollercoster, but I was not scared just more of a rush. Somehow the elevator shot out of the shaft that it was falling and we hit the ground in a parking lot. After bouncing a couple times and a few big thuds we landed safely in a movie theater parking lot by my house. It was just me and my ex girlfriend now and we walked off as if nothing happened. She then asked me if I wanted to go to some bullying seminar with her, I then said yes, all you had to do was ask and we started walking together. Everything I look up tells me that falling and descending elevators are negative dream symbols although the dream didn't end negatively and I was not scared during the free fall as if I knew already what to do. Any insight to the meaning s of these dream symbols would be greatly appreciated and if any more background knowledge is needed I'm happy to oblige.

I dream About a guy who I loved so much, i dream of being in his family house and he saw me and saying you need your picture right, I follow him somewhere out side his house, then I ask him what are u doing with this lady she so much older then, he said we both love each other she cares about me a lot, I told him I loved u a lot too, he was like yeah I know but she always around we never see each other often, I started crying and he was trying make him understand then, he stab me with. Plastic knife and run or something it felt so hard in my hurt the most the must painfull.

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