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My dream was about the marriage of my cousin brother, who is still unmarried. The people in the dream were my relatives whom I didn’t meet since a long time. All of us were enjoying since marriage is a special occasion in which the entire family gathers. My cousins from different countries had come over to India to attend this marriage. The dream was very colorful. The basic colors in the dream were red and golden along with other colors. The stage was decorated very extravagantly with flowers and lights. The marriage was taking place during the night. I couldn’t see myself as I was seeing everything through my eyes. I was talking, laughing and taking pictures in the dream.

It was in a mansion..or at least, a very large house. There was a fight; I don't know what we were fighting about. It was me and a group of around 5 guys, maybe more, against this woman. None of these people have faces I could remember, neither did the lady. I remember running down the hallway and reaching the room where the guys were fighting in. None of us had guns, only knives (machetes and longer blades). I opened the door and fought with the guys. The woman was fierce. She fought hard. And suddenly, the fight was outside in a large front lawn. All the guys seemed to be on the back ground, in the back of the lawn. I was standing in front of the woman. She had a knife through her lower abdomen, only the handle was sticking out, yet she was still moving. We engaged in hand-to-hand combat, until she brought out a knife. It was a tanto point, quite long, like a dagger. She stabbed at my side, and I remember seeing the blade miss my body by inches. I had a serrated blade, and I cut her and tried to stab her back, but it was impossible. The blade would never go through. It would cut, but barely, like she was made of a harder material. When she fell down, I stumbled back and backed away from her. I didn't get it. She had a knife through her body and was still moving. She picked up a knife that was laying on the floor and threw it..aiming at me. I dodged and it missed. She kept trying to hit me with a knife. Suddenly, I noticed one of the guys next to me and trying to get me away. She threw the knife and we dodged. Then, she had a bow and arrows. She shot 2 arrows and they missed narrowly. In the dream, I told myself it wasn't true, it wasn't true. I didn't believe myself, but I managed to wake up.

Using a symbol made up of six seperate cirular (maybe Tibetan or reiki in nature- unsure) symbols, I was able to look at it and while looking at it, I could think of something and no matter what it was it happened instantly. For instance, after I relized that this was possible i used it for sevral things right away like to fly but only for a sec because I was, I guess, still in shock that this was actually possible and too heal my sons hands from a flesh easting desies whitch he actually has but instantly found him healed. However, by using this power a lot, back to back, I began to feel as though my brain was boiling or burning up. In a way i felt as though this was sinister in nature. Kind of like a trade -this power for my soul.. what does this mean? I wonder if this symbol exist. It would be most creepy if it did. O O O O O O This is a templet of how the symbols were aranged

I was at an (American) football match as a cheerleader with a friend, when my ex, walked out onto the playing field. It was weird though, because he is European and does the other kind of football (soccer). In real life, I still love him, and it ended in a very confusing and painful way for both of us. He said he cared about me, but as we live in different countries, it just cannot be at this time. He also accused me of hiding things from him and that I somehow hurt him by betraying his trust in that way. He said he was asking himself if he really did know me. So it ended very sad. He didn't see me and just walked past looking very unhappy, or angry...? I seem to somehow be happy however, even though in real life I am still hurting. But I point him out to my friend and tell her, 'That's him, isn't he beautiful?' My friend says, 'He's making kissy faces at you.' And I look and say, 'No, I don't even think he saw me, and that's just how his mouth goes.' Everyone was wearing red. Suddenly, I find myself flying up and down in cities and showing off in front of people who look on amazed as I do the impossible. But then I realise that I am supposed to be somewhere. I am trying to get to the city where my ex lives but cannot seem to find the way. I am desperate to get to him. I stop and ask a man at a cafe, and he points over the ocean. 'I can't fly over the ocean' I say, 'I can't swim and it scares me. But if I go over land it will take too long.' Then I suddenly cannot fly. I'm becoming increasingly frantic trying to get to him. I then find myself in a house with strange people which seems to be back in my hometown, who have stolen my handbag which for some weird dream reason holds my ability to fly in it. So I'm really stuck. I meet a girl who admits to stealing it, but will not tell me where it is. I become so upset that I put my hands around her throat and say that I will stop at nothing to get to the person I love. Then I don't really remember how the rest played out before waking, but I'm pretty sure I was still lost and not getting to where I wanted.

We went to some kind of acting class and then I was walking home with friends but you weren't there, you had jumped in a taxi, so I left my friends to look for you, but couldn't get hold of you on the phone. All I got was the no signal beep, but then I thought I saw you in a cab, and I ran forward really excitedly. It was an old black man with a grey moustache. Then I saw you going round and round a roundabout in another cab (the english black cabs not your aussie ones), and I called but it went to answer phone, your voice recording, all professional actor style, but then it said you were desperately looking for a room as you had no home. Then you disappeared in the cab and I got lost in the city because I'd left my friends to look for you

. I remember that we were supposed to go tent camping…I remember attempting to rope climb. The rope was very high up. There were two ropes twisted together. I untwisted and noticed they had knots used to assist climbers. I attempted to climb while I was by myself before anyone came to see me. I had a lot of difficulty, having to jump to gain any distance on the rope. Shortly after my attempts kids joined me, although I don’t remember seeing their faces, the feeling I had made me believe they were my own. I suddenly flashed back to the rope and remember touching the beam, signaling my success, and allowing myself to free fall back down to the ground. I remember there being problems getting through the dirt roads to get to the various places on the site. I remember there being an issue with something that we gave the attendant, and we took back from his bicycle when he wasn’t looking. Jillian, was displeased with the grounds keepers and the site, but was out running around doing adventures anyway, while I conducted business. I flashed and Jill, along with the camping adventure was gone, and I was with the ladies from the HR office playing a high stakes game of paintball. The funny thing was it was in the corporate office that we were playing. We were wearing professional garb, like helmets, BDU’s (Black) and goggles. It felt almost as if we were practicing a drill or scenario of some sort. I remember giving silent hand signals to my team members, I was the leader, and they understood what I meant. I was shocked b/c we had no formal training, but it was as if my team had been practicing for this for a long time. I remember seeing someone attempting to get the drop on us, peaking through a cracked door. I quickly pulled my head back around the corner of a wall and began to open fire. I do not remember actually hitting the person, but I do remember winning with my team, and we acted very swat team professional, and then my dreams were over.

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