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I was on a dream like vision when I was withy boyfriend . In the vision, as we were together, there was a Knock on the door, when I opened there was a young man at the door so I asked him who he is..he said his name is ifeanyi, then I asked what he wants,he then said he's looking for the social coordinator, confused on who the social coordinator is. I closed the door and then told my boyfriend that the person at the door said he's looking for social Cordinator, of he's the one. Then I woke up.

In my dream I saw that I was in the current job that I was working past years it was like I was with my brother and I received a phone call from my nephew he was complaining to me to say he has not been working since days now and there is nothing to eat for him so after that I encouraged him that don't worry everything will be okay then I behold seeing three people bringing their brother to some people of shrines they started saying that we want our brother to suffer we want him to be miserable we want him not to be having money and those which doctors that are doing some rituals on him and they said he'll be having headache each time he thinks so I will seems like I was going in taking that person out from that line taking outside when I do that it will looks like he is still inside and take him outside the inside take him bring him outside then the last time they said do it no more for it is done so I started seeing that man immediately wake up from that line and he became exactly like as they were saying the man became miserable was looking like a mad person and the man started feeling headache as he was thinking and he touched in his pocket there was just a thin culture which is tired apart in his started crying in the way I am a families and he thought that my family's at the funeral then he started going there and finally I went to place which looked like a an antihil and I started preparing some wood so that I may make a fire then I worked up

There was a man. He was magical and bright. He looked like a King like the ones from old paintings. He had a handsome & stubbled face. He was around somewhere in his late 30's. I think I was enal enamoured by him. I don't remember it vividly, its all in a haze. I He loved me, I And I loved him. It suppose was a only hill station it was like he was the warmth I had. I think he was a king of a magical country that I had no idea of. But, he was married and he had kids. He was forced to make a choice. I was with friends and suddenly a young woman took my hand and began leading me away from my friends. Once we were far enough, she said he'd chosen me. She was his wife, the mother of his children. She walked me to a basement and I saw. my family there, He was there, too, with his children. I then realised that she would still be his wife and I would surely be the second option, always. Yet, I agreed and there was a ceremony after that. All my friends were there, majority of them were boys. Their faces were obscure but I saw a few familiar ones; Amrutha, Ananya, Samarth, Aditya, Hitesh, Rakshit One by one would put a kind of flower in my hair and tie a thread around wrist. Then, they sat apart from the rest the attenders. No matter how much tried to make them smile and talk, they didn't. They were not happy to be there. It was time for them to leave and slowly they disappeared. Next thing I know, I won was running the balcony, hoping to spot them on street. I saw them, all of them walking. away like it was nothing. But Samarth turned back and looked at me. I didn't want them to go away, to leave like that. But I understood that if I married this man, I would lose all my friends forever. I love them, all of them and for the first time the chill of the hills hit me and I wouldn't feel the warmth. Before I could do anything else I woke up

I had a dream / nightmare that I was in a sci-fi sort of world / colony that had the faint structure of my house, I dont remember what prompted us to, but me and all the others in this dystopian / sci-fi / alien colony decided we had to hide from an evil entity that had arrived. I hid on the right side of my bed, laying flat on my side as quietly as possible. However I was found by the evil entity who turned out to be 2020-2023 era Marilyn Manson, dressed in a black suit. I scarcely saw his face, but I recognised his voice. He scared me and I tried to escape but he restrained me and spoke in a quiet and calming tone, convincing me to let him inject me with some type of drug in the middle of my foot. I think I recall him saying something like "Relax..." "Just let me do it.." or something along the lines of it. It was a slight prick and didn't hurt very much, I felt more and more relaxed, and now for some reason his presence was very comforting. I kissed him and hugged him, as if the drug he had administered had made me forget he was the evil entity. I felt weirdly in love with him, and dependent on him. The dream becomes hazy from here but I remember some sort of betrayal in the end, where the drug or something, maybe even him, eventually encased me in this purple balloon type structure / casing / cage which captured me forever. It was the shape of a pill and didn't even fit my legs or arms in. It was shiny, purple, and rubbery.

I am in some place with my cousin, his wife and father. All of a sudden the attention is drawn to my left foot. There is a huge gaping wound. As if it was from self harm. But it was not from self harm. Two days ago, something fell on me, and i remember telling about it to my new aunt who lived in the house. It was as if she didn't believe me. When I try to tell my cousin's wife, that it was not self inflicted, I cannot recollect my aunt's name at all! And i cannot believe that i had simply let my wound open and unattended, despite being a doctor. My cousin finally takes his medical kit to staple my wound. He begins to clean it, asking how I have been. I ask if he's asking about my cough, he says yes. I say something about my cough, but before the wound could be stapled, I woke up.

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