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1. huge house with hidden passage that i managed to find while browsing on my own. 2. the nearest passage is through the 2 windows that are put closed together.. 3. i have dream t this for several times 4. most of it i did not managed to escape 5. the owner of the house is a adult men and women that looks decent and respectable 6. the house surrounding place is different once i managed to get out from the house. 7. high fences and high security 8. the first encounter, i was with someone. only two of us 9. the recent encounter, there is tello, aca, epi, bob, and bob mention khyel even though i did not see khyrel 10. the last memory that i had is, bob letting himself hang in between the divider of the stairs, someone and i try to pull bob from falling and letting him falls on the guy that can spit blood and the blood turns into an eel. i was attacked by the guy ( he looks decent and weird in personality, didn't talk much, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, short hair, and somewhat familiar face) I've being fighting with him to stop him from doing what he's doing, i'm throwing something at him and he did too. i managed to let him fall under the stairs, and suddenly a plastic bucket with a size of rectangular basin swinging from my left and fell on the ground, he came and hug me from behind and try to push me downstairs with him, i pray to god and the only parts of my body that hold me from going downstairs with him is the tip of my toes that i grip on the vertical stairs divider. i continue to pray, and i gain strength, and i woke up. 11. there's a room that full with stuff that i managed to break into 12. the part that i managed to escape by climbing the fences, i have to run in crop circle before i find people. 13. i rent the house with others (mostly i know)

Running along and notice a man with two dogs one brown and one black. The black one was on a leash. The other was playing. In this instant I decided not to carry on the same track and went into a block of flats to continue watching the dogs etc as I was intending on carrying on the run when they pass. However, at this time another runner was going by and the brown dog jumped on him and bit him taking a piece of flesh. At this point the dog on the leashwas uncontrolable and got away from the man holding the leash. the black dog tried to take the "meat" from the brown dog and as a result they began to fight. I woke up after hearing sirens etc.

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 dreaming of being married to a stranger who was the youngest son of our family friend,I was shocked because in real life i know the youngest son of our family friend and how he look like,but in a my dream its a different man,and I have seen the whole family members of the family friend who has been close to us except for their youngest,the stranger man even kissed and hug me in the dream, and I even heard him talking to his elder brother thanking his elder brother for the wedding that was shouldered by him an I even heard him say that he cannot afford to lose me, even his dad that was already died in reality was there and was crying for joy seing the two of us getting married,what could be the meanin of this?

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.

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