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It was my wedding day, i have seen the groom in real life only twice. i decided to stop the wedding because i don't know the groom well.. we were in my parents house.. guests began to arrive.. i wasn't wearing my wedding gown nor the groom was wearing his formal clothes.. I talked to the groom while my sister was with us.. i told him we don't know each other very well, and if he was sure he wanted to marry me.. he replied that i am a fine girl and we share many things in common so he doesn't see why we shouldn't get married.. finally the wedding was stopped.. then i see myself in an airport and i see their many of my classmates.. my sister was there too.. few moments later the supposed groom comes, says hi to my sister and kisses me on my cheek from the back.. i felt happy with the kiss so i kissed him back on the neck..

I had a dream about my ex gf..there was this guy there and we were in what looked like my old room..i think it was a friend of hers..she said he will determine whether i'm single or not..than we were sitting on a couch and i sat in her spot..and she glared at me and got mad..than there was a point where i dont remember what happened..but she started crying and walke over by the dresser and kept repeating i'm sorry over and over again..than i hugged her and expected her to pull away i kissed her neck and said its ok baby..but she didnt pull away she hugged me back

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

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