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I am in a bedroom with 2 of my cousins, one of them is crying because she is worried about another cousin dying, I am saying that she has to accept it although unpleasant because I have experienced it - I start to cry myself - then I feel I cannot move, I am lying on my stomach and there is movement on my bed like someone jumping up and down on me, I am trying to wake up but I can't and I am making groaning like noises, I am desperately trying to move but I can't, then I wake up with a pain in my lower back

I'm with my mother in my old apartment and we are having a chat in her bedroom. I go to the living which is dark except for a Christmas that is lit in the corner of the room. I sit in a comfy arm chair and in front of me is the corpse of my dead father lying as he did in his coffin but on a chaise lounge. I'm singing to him, a song I can't remember, and then I see the top half of his body slide off the chaise and onto the floor. I scream but I have no voice. My mother comes running in and she pushes me out of the living room and into the kitchen. She then goes back and repositions my father on the lounge. As she walks towards me I can see that my father is trying to move and flip flops on to his stomach sliding off the chaise and back onto the floor. We run into the living room and my mother tells me to grab a pen and to ram it under the backside of his skull to render him dead again. I do so, but it doesn't work. There's a table in the middle of the room that I run around to the other side of and there my father raises his upper body up like a walrus. My mother hands me a pair of huge scissors and tells me to cut off his head. I go to do just that but I stop when I saw the look on my father's face. He looks scared and confused. Very much lost. His eyes are black but that's because the eye caps they put in when he was being prepared for burial where dark. Part of it was popping out. I wake up yelling and was very scared to go back to sleep.

Going on holiday to spain. ther is a bus and my mam and dad and sister are on the bus,i am driving our car and i have my 2 children with me. i am trying to exit on to another road but the traffice is very busy, so i have to reverse back to beside the bus. i put my 2 children on the bus and ask my sister to look after them . after a while i look for my keys and cant find them , then my dad says i have them. we arrive at the appartment and it a bedroom then lounge the bathroom. my aunt has a room beside that a corner bed, my mam and dad then say lets go to murrays bar across the road

I dreamed that I was watching myself and my girlfriend sleep in my bedroom. The door was locked as it always is. For some reason I saw myself wake up after flowers just happened to die and fall onto my bed. As that happened, something knocked on my bedroom door. I saw myself arise out of bed and go to the door and asked who it was. There was no answer but the door was flung open and a dark figure came in and beat me til I lay motionless on the ground. I watched myself get beat up and defenseless and saw the figure take my crying girlfriend out of the room. I woke up screaming.

I dreamed I was at the home where the bride and groom were to wed preparing the home for the wedding. everything was white from the walls to the home. the bride and groom I know personally and both are married to someone else and live in two separate cities. she is sitting in the car awaiting to be called in. he has on his white tuxedo awaiting her and admiring the white swirling waterfall cake. I am being rushed to a bedroom where two little girls are waiting to dress me for the wedding. I arrive into the bedroom with the two little girls I was at such peace, all was purely white and i was in awe then i woke up.

I dreamed I was forced to marry a man I didn't know. He was a powerful god; red skin, big, golden eyes, usually wore brown pants, and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones). I was a goddess; dark skin, long black hair, green eyes, and wore a green flowy dress. I have no clue what we oversaw in our positions, but we hardly liked each other. He already had a human woman he loved; pale skin, fragil body, black hair, brown eyes. I didn't have anyone I loved, but I did have a slave that had feelings for me. The woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me, as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail. As stated before, the god didn't like me that much. I didn't like him either. He was usually seen coddling his lover, or being distant when I half-heartedly tried to connect with him. Somehow, we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves. We had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family, but as the fight went on, we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened. After that, the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession. The god and I we happy after that. And then I woke up.

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