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I have been having dreams about my teacher . It's nothing sexual it's just me hanging out with her. In one of my dreams it was me and her along with my teammate who's in the same class with me , we were at a something that looked like casino but in not sure. We were just talking and playing card games but me and my teacher were mainly talking to each other. In my recent dream I was in class and she kept cracking jokes with me and the class. The got a paper to leave and she was telling me in a flirty tone to go to the office to pick something up and I left . Then I woke up

I dream that I went out to eat with friends. When we sat down the waiters came and we order our food. But the in front of our table there was this door so we all went to the door and we opened. To find that on the other side there was a restaurant. And we did the same thing three times until we got to our last table but by that time in left with one if my best friends. Do we are sitting at the table waiting for the others when I notice he has this big thing in his eyelashes so I tell him to take it of but he doesn't want to. But while we are talking looking at his eye keep bothering me so I ask him to get closer so I can take it of and once I take it of we are to close to one another so suddenly we kiss. The my dream fast forwards to another time which I see him again and we are talking lik nothing happen

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I was getting pulled by a speed boat at night.. I was on floating plastic disc with my daughter, sister , and brother. The speed boat capsizes and we all fall off the floating tube. I look to see if my sister was ok, she was, looked to see if my brother was ok , he was. looked for my daughter and couldn't see her. I screamed 'where is Rebecca'. I finally feel something at my feet. I pull it up and its is my unconcious daughter. I put her on the tube but couldnt get her on properly. I should at my brother, help me! He just looks at me at shrugs his shoulders. I look at my sister and do the same, she acts like she doesnt know what to do.

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