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I had a dream where I was at a restaurant with my parents, and there was extremely loud music that seemed to have bothered everybody. Aside from that, I had looked outside and noticed a group of small schoolchildren, not toddlers, but, big enough to understand the difference between right and wrong. I saw that they were lighting trees on fire, and I had immediately rushed to put them out. I then looked over, and saw a smaller group of kids go with one tall boy that held a gas canister. The children ran away screaming, and I ran over to examine the scene. I couldn't see a fire, but, I saw a traffic cone there, surrounded by police tape. I lifted the cone up, and underneath, was a cup of water. I saw the tall figure, and quickly became annoyed by him. I tried to splash him with my bucket of water, but, then I realized that it was gasoline. I also shouted how if he messes up in any form, he would be set ablaze. I saw that he had a smart fire already growing on his blue shirt, and he tried to remove it. I turned away from it and heard an agonizing scream. Which then afterwards, I received a text message that said he would need healing because, "his skin was melted off." Eventually, I remember being in a cramped hotel room, trying to escape something that was knocking at my door. I sluggishly ran towards a few doors, closing them behind me, and hiding inside of a closed closet.

This guy, whom I barely know but really like a lot, french-kissed me, and he had something in his mouth, which he transported into my mouth during the kiss. And when I felt it in my mouth, I asked him: "what is that?", and he said it was speed (the drug).. Then I tried to spit as much of it out of my mouth as possible, and said that I have never done drugs in my life, and that I take some medication, which might have some serious consequences if mixed with drugs, and the guy's friend apologized to me and got kinda frightened, and then he locked me up in a room in the apartment where they all stayed, and I got really sad and tired and depressed, and the guy whom I really care for, didn't seem to care about me at all or about what just happened.. I don't think the drug has affected me much, I've probably spit the most of it out, but I did get a really depressed look on my face, and it seemed like the guy I care for even got disgusted by the sight of me... Can this dream be signifying what's really going on in my life? What I mean is: I really like this guy, whom I feel soulmate connection with, and who seems to be really attracted to me and like me too, but it's like he tries to ignore it and acts like he doesn't really care for me, which is very confusing and upsetting because I would really love to get to know him better.. So maybe this dream is telling me to forget about this guy, and if I'll trust him he's going to hurt me? Or can it actually mean something else or predict something?

When I was younger, I constantly had dreams of being a Arch Angel sent to Earth by God. My task was to do something on Earth but the moment I went to Earth I forgot what I was suppose to do. I couldn't go back unless I did my task. So there I stayed on Earth for the rest of my existence. I lived the life of a human, wearing large coats to hide my wings, stealing food to survive. I looked like I didn't have a bath in a long time. I lived in a hold abandoned home high up in the mountains away from other people. A few years later I was found out by the humans, local media everywhere, scientists captured me, probed me, shoved tubs up inside of me, trimmed my flight feathers so i couldn't fly away, put a tub down my throat as a breathing tube, while I was submerged in a tank full of water as I slept. A month past as my feathers had grown back. Some how I managed to get out of the tank and pull away from all the tubs and needles that they had inside of me. I was naked and didn't have any clothes to wear but I needed to get out of that horrible place that I was in. I managed to get out but they were firing guns at me as I climbed out a window. I flew away as fast as I could. They were still firing there guns at me but I managed to escape. Once I had escaped I found a beautiful realm of some kind. The building was white, bright, with tall pillars. There were beds and cribs everywhere for the children that had passed away. I was standing there in a white dress and gold bracelets on. The kinds were all laughing and smiling, horses running around. It was like paradise, with nothing to worry about. Then all my dreams stopped. Few years later I had the same dream of this paradise world, but it was not the same. Not a sound from the children playing, not a sound from horses, and babies. The only sound that was heard was the wind. Dead, dried up leaves blew in and out of the room in and outside. Dust was collected on everything that I touched. It had been empty for so long. It was dark, miserable, and lonely for so long, it was as if no one ever lived here.

I was in a school gymnasium. shiny floors of the basketball court... red and white line markers on the floor of the court. i am standing in the middle of the gymnasium, the bleachers are full of people. I can see them, notice their clothes and feel that I know who they are... however, I cannot see any of their faces. They have blank faces. Like skin pulled down over them or something. No features, just flat skin colored faces.They do have their hair, I believe... though none stood out that I recall. In front of me is a man in all black. pants, long sleeves, and a black ski mask. He has a knife... a jagged edge knife like a hunting knife or something. He is repeatedly stabbing my mother who is hunched over and dressed in some sort of dress or long skirt and long sleeves. I cannot see my mothers face but I knew it was her. I start screaming and trying to run towards them but cannot move. All of a sudden, an old friend from school 3-12th grade friend, Cory was beside me with his arm around me as though he were comforting me. His face was the only one I could see in the whole nightmare. All of a sudden, my mother drops to the floor and lots of blood. The man swings his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. I can see his medium brown almond shaped eyes. the skin around them was of a light brown color. He lunged towards me to come after me and I was able to turn and run - this is where I woke up. When I woke up, I was hysterical and as if in another world. one that I couldnt get out of. My roommates say I satt in the closet for three days. Rocking and crying and talking about my mother being dead and that he was coming for me. All I remember is that anytime I would close my eyes, it would continue so I didnt want to go to sleep. The next thing I know, or realize, or came to... so to speak... I was standing in the kitchen cooking macaroni on the stove and my friend was standing there looking at me and asking what I was doing. I dont remember coming out of this state at all. If three people hadnt told me and were all very serious about the fact that I had been in the closet freaking out for three days and nobody could calm me down or get me out of that place or state I was in.... I wouldnt believe it. I didnt think I had been there for three days, nor did I remember a lot of what they said I was doing... All I know is what I felt and what seemed so real to me to this day. I usually dont remember details like these from my dreams/nightmares... this one didnt feel like a dream... it felt like reality. people continue to tell me it was only a dream, but all I can say is that I have never had a dream feel like this or put me into such a scary and helpless place. I never EVER want to go there again. This was when I was 18yrs old. Since, my mother has passed from alcoholism when I was 33.I am 40 now.

I still remember a strange dream I had, a few months to maybe half a year back. In it, I was outside of one the apartments in my complex, one I knew. On the flat concrete in front of the front door, was sitting my mom. Yet, it wasn’t -really- my mom. I don’t know if I can explain it properly, but whatever it was simply took form of her I feel. She’s not even able to sit on the ground in reality, or position her legs the way she did. She’s overweight, along with having a physical handicap that stops her from doing anything like that. Whatever it was, had sort of a strange presence, and it felt spiritual, almost higher. It seemed to have deep knowledge perhaps, I don’t know. But it attempted to make me manipulate my dream, by creating a kitten, in which I failed to do so. When I couldn’t, it said that I “wasn’t ready”. Could this simply just be some silly dream, or something more?

I was driving in my car and saw a little black newborn puppy on my shoulder. Then I was at home in my basement. Blood was everywhere. A golden retriever was covered in blood. My puppy was decapitated. Several other dogs were decapitated. All the puppies survived but something murdered all of the dogs. I think the dogs murdered each other. The golden retriever, the largest dog was still alive but covered in blood. It was a bloodbath. I was looking for someone or something in the house that killed all the dogs but found nothing.

Two of my dogs had died. one of my dogs was bleeding under her poor and it wouldn't stop bleeding, she was going to die. I tried to stop the bleeding of my dogs paw to stop her from dying but it didn't work. I was sitting at my window feeling guilty for the death of my dogs, regretting doing something. also my dad was disappointed in me but I don't know why because I didn't do it, I don't think I did it. suddenly a women comes over and she kind of looks like an older version of me but wearing designer clothes and being all pretty. I don't even know this lady I have never seen her before in my life, she starts bragging about a designer purse she has. then I just went crazy, I had turned into a psychopath and then picked up a garden fork screaming ready to stab her, weirdly she did the exacted same thing, she went to go stab me but I got her first. I wasn't me anymore

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