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In waking life, my friend lives very far away but in my dream I saw her. She was working in a sex shop…and she's not that type of girl AT ALL!! I asked her how long she had been in canada and she said a long time. When I asked her when she was leaving she said the next day, and that she didn't want to see me. In waking life we are very close emotionally, even though distance wise we are far apart. I felt betrayed even after I woke up. It was a very strong feeling. I forget a few middle bits of the dream but we were also performing later that evening in a concert (we are very musical in waking life, so I guess this is normal). The part of the dream that woke me up was when she told me, only half jokingly, to commit suicide. I don't know what this means

Hello! My name is Hannah. I am 15, and I live in Pennsylvainia, US. A few months ago I had a strange dream and I'm having trouble figuring it out. Before I tell you my dream, you should know that I have an Instagram. Which means that I have friends from other parts of the world. I really only have 2 permanent bestfriends from the internet; Rachael and Gio. The others just come and go. I've known both Gio and Rachael for the same amount of time (10 months) -no they're not stalkers. Kinda hard to hide that for 10 months everyday,and we've skyped-. Anyways, my dream goes like this... My family (mom, dad, brother, sister, and me) went on a vacation to Pureto Rico. We had a little condo there. So, I was making my bed beside the window, and I was getting really excited, and I was changing in front of the window... which is weird because I was doing it on purpose. Anywho... 5 minutes later Gio walks by... and I shout down from the balcony. (It sorta reminded me of Romeo and Juliet), and we meet, but I wasn't nervous or anything. You see I have anxiety, which means I worry about little things like meeting people. But, it was like it was all gone. But anyways he took me to meet his family and they were nicer than he mentioned. You learn a lot in 10 months... And they did tribal dances as well... but the thing is... he lives in New Jersey. He has mentioned that he was Purteo Rican. But his house was like a small white shaq. I seriously have no idea what to think about this dream. Please help.

My husband and i are i a room which seems like a bedroom we were intimate and about which seems half an hour later my husband got out of bed and was sitting in another room dressed. i approched him aend asked why was he dressed as to go out and he gave me a disgruntled answer. there was a know on the door and his sister-in-law was at the door to pick him up. he left and sat in her car and his sister-in-law came into the what seemed to be a hotel room to collect his bag. i confronted her and we got into an abusive argument at which point i told her why is she always protecting and defending my husband and interferring with our lives. she and i were at each other verbally and i approached my husband in the car but he did not speak my dream ended by me screaming at the sister-in-law

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

I woke up in my mom's house in my room with a man standing over me. He was about to kill me and my sister. He was a hit man named "The Nun." I asked what they were paying him to kill me and he said $800 for me and $800 for my sister. I told him I would double the offer if he did not kill us. He said ok. I never paid him yet, but I said I was going to. Before he left I asked who wanted us dead, and he said your mom. I later called my dad crying and told him that mama put a hit out on me and my sister. He said, "And you actually believe that, your mother loves you." I then realized that it was dumb because she did love me, so I told him I was planning on call her and asking. I called my mom and calmly asked why she hired someone to kill us. She said your sister just called screaming and yelling asking the same thing. She said it was not her, that she would not do such a thing like that, and she loved us. I told her I did not know who to believe, I told her, my dad, my sister, and "the Nun" to meet me at my school. We were all going to take a lie detector test. I was the first one there. My head coach and assistant coach were there. My head coaches dad was going to give us the test. Everybody showed up except The Nun, and as soon as I realized he was not there, I woke up.

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