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I dreamt i was in syria during war and broke into a house to find people i thought were dead but were just sleeping when the floods came and they woke up trying not to drown. there was a little boy i talked to then his mother came and was worried to find me and the group of people, that i think were missionaires in syria to help people during the war. the downstairs was like my house in oklahoma. my family was there but were acting natural like there was no war. i gathered them in my parents bedroom to tell them of my engagement and mom was yelling, crying and my sister and brother were also crying. my fiance was not in the dream and nor was my brother who is in india and supports my marriage. One of our friends came with three other people to the house to seek refuge. We let him stay even though the house was full of refugees and we had the problem of the recurring floods. I told him if he stayed he would have to help us when the floods came. Only one cousin that was also in my parents bedroom told me congratulations for the engagement.

I was laying in my grandmas bedroom I went downstairs to find out I was dead but no one could see me everyone was standing around. I tried to call my boyfriend on the phone but he couldn't hear me. I was in my grandma's bedroom again and it was red. I was waiting to go to heaven. I saw a beautiful field full of abundant flowers. Kurt Cobain made me take drink of whiskey and God started to come upstairs I then tried to wash mu mouth out with water before he got up there.

A tall, thin man with long black hair and a long beard, dressed in skin tight velvets, red and green, and long stockings, like in the Elizabethan period, holding a long bow was walking along the edge of my property, trying to call out animals to shoot. I saw him from my bedroom window and shouted at him, 'No hunting.' He started skipping and jumping along the edge of the bush, and ducked into tree cover. I ran down the field, and into the bush after him, where I caught up with him and two men, one dressed as the lion from the Wizard of Oz, and one dressed up as a bear. We all continued on our way through the bush, chasing bouncing, jumping deer, and yaks, and saw little sprites or elves (fairies) running along watching us. Suddenly I was back in my home, which I recently moved out of because my abusive husband and I separated, and he still lives there. His name is John. I was trying to explain to him what happened, and he accused me of sleeping with the man with the long bow. (Bow and arrows). Then I woke up.

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