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I was trapped alone in this gigantic building that actually looked like a big high school and there weren't any exits and for some odd reason there were, between the hallways play structures and ball pits like in a playplace type of deal and it was completely dark and dead silent and I tried to get out every night I tried to find people every night but I couldn't I ended up spending every night just going around the place in circles, crying or looking for a way out afraid of what was lurking in the dark corners

Not sure weather I was actually seeing myself in my dream ,but I was there, I saw an young girl in an uniform, with a very cold, staring look. her eyes were lined with thick black kajal(eyeliner),very thick lined, Dont know why, she was staring at me. right into my eyes. i was very very scared. tried moving quickly, I want to scream and tell people around me take her away from me, but I don't know why I could not. it was like if I shout it would be a bad move on my part. the place seemed like a school. never seen that kind of arrangement in real before I saw it in my dream .I frequently ran into her in that dinning hall. i was very scared .i still could not get rid of that girls eyes, and the pale face.

I keep have dreams where I'm interacting with people I know or have met throughout my life sometimes talking, laughing, discussing something serious or involved in some type of activity and before waking up somewhere in the dream I see my mom or feel her presense in the dream. She never say anything, just looks at me an smile sometimes it feels like she is actually laughing at a joke or something my friends are saying. It feels as though she is right there with me and when I wake up I seem to forget the dream but just know that my mom was with me while I was asleep. Her and my dad were murdered in 1979 and I have had these dreams since their passing. Every now and then I dream about my dad too but it's mostly my mom. Please tell me how do I interpret this dream. It is not a nightmare because I feel calm and at peace when I wake up. Thank you.

My dream was very weird. I was dyslexic. So were Jessica and John. We went to Vancouver to this park with exotic animals. Whilst we were talking about all the different animals, Isabella, from Phineas and Ferb, appeared. She was going on and on about never seeing a unicorn before. We decided to go outside to see the other displays and that’s where we saw a unicorn spitting out rainbows and glitter. Isabella was so happy. She wanted to take a picture. That was when James and Nikole’s family appeared. We all took the picture together, but it was actually video recording it. James and Kirveen were repeatedly changing their pose while everyone else was frozen, smiling and staring at the camera. It was kind of creepy actually. James then showed us a video from last year where we did the exact same thing in the exact same place! It was hilarious! After a while Skye got bored and wandered off. We were close to a spray park so he slipped. He suddenly turned into a fish out of water. I don’t remember much after that. I also don’t remember how the dyslexia fits into this.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

Me, my boyfriend and my friends boyfriend had all gone on a residential kind of trip and my friend couldn't make it but her boyfriend still came, we were put into rooms, i had to share with my friends boyfriend and my boyfriend was on his own in a room. the first night we were there, me and my friends boyfriend cuddled up in bed and then i slowly started falling in love with him, a few days later i was talking to my boyfriend and i told him that i loved him but i was falling in love with my friends boyfriend . he started crying and it hurt me that i'd upset him but that night i still went and slept with and kissed my friends boyfriend , then my friend eventually made it to the trip and she shared a room with us and her boyfriend had to pretend he was still in love with her when actually he was falling for me.

A bully I knew from school was holding my fiancee captive. I was scared to retrieve her from his house even though I knew where she was. I called her on the phone and was actually mad at her for not just leaving. I also found out he was forcing her to sleep in his bed, although I didn't verify if anything more than just sleeping occurred. Finally after a few hours in dream time, I found the courage to rescue her. When I got to the house just two doors down, I told him sternly I'm taking her home. He just shrugged and said ok. I didn't attack him, I didn't even give him a dirty look. Her and I left the house together. I feel guilty for not protecting her better, for not rescuing her sooner, for not leveling that house and that man when I arrived to get her. I feel I failed her.

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