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I was forced to get married to a North Indian with whom I eventually fell in love after marriage but my father got me married to him for a small work and wanted me to get divorced the next instant after the work is done. I scratch his mother's hand telling her not to do any legal divorce process. My husband hated me cuz he had someone he love. But I loved him with my whole heart and always helped him in various situations. Finally he started to have feelings for me. But in real life I'm just 18 and I don't have a husband.

I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

I was on a field trip in a car in the mountains with my family, (my mom, dad, and I) and we took a turn and climbed towards the summit of the mountains and suddenly there was snow. We stop, admiring the view. Suddenly I see my mom's side of the family there too. I keep walking across my family on the lines of the summit. As I walk, the snow on the peak starts to slide near my feet. The snow slide increased and my mom, my aunt, and I started running. Suddenly there is a tiger behind us chasing. We 3 hold hands, take a leap, and take a big jump from the mountaintop to the street we can see under us. As we landed on the street, we saw a shop with a big mirror wall and a mirror door. To escape the tiger, we tried to get into the shop and my mom shut the door. But the tiger slammed into it behind us. They started pushing the door and the tiger was much stronger than my mom so I pushed her aside and started closing the door against the tiger's force. The tiger was much stronger so I happened to be right in front of its face. He growled at me. I was not afraid and I did not faze although I was worried about my aunt and my mom. So I tried to growl louder than him so that it scared him. As I growled, I growled in bed too and that woke me up.

Dreamt I had a son named Carson ( I don’t have a son named. Arson only in this dream. Blonde blue eyes 9/10 years old 5ft was in a plane to see if he got off ok for his flight then went missing then he was a few rows down with a man in a airforce uniform then man wearing glasses not old but not young says to me Carson is his son I took him away from the man and went to the back of the aircraft to talk to cabin crew then the plane taxied to the runway I was freaking out how am I going to get back home.. Carson sitting in last row then two woman sitting opposite the one took magazine out the pocket of the seat and it was her on the cover wearing a yellow dress with some kinda crown

There was a man. He was magical and bright. He looked like a King like the ones from old paintings. He had a handsome & stubbled face. He was around somewhere in his late 30's. I think I was enal enamoured by him. I don't remember it vividly, its all in a haze. I He loved me, I And I loved him. It suppose was a only hill station it was like he was the warmth I had. I think he was a king of a magical country that I had no idea of. But, he was married and he had kids. He was forced to make a choice. I was with friends and suddenly a young woman took my hand and began leading me away from my friends. Once we were far enough, she said he'd chosen me. She was his wife, the mother of his children. She walked me to a basement and I saw. my family there, He was there, too, with his children. I then realised that she would still be his wife and I would surely be the second option, always. Yet, I agreed and there was a ceremony after that. All my friends were there, majority of them were boys. Their faces were obscure but I saw a few familiar ones; Amrutha, Ananya, Samarth, Aditya, Hitesh, Rakshit One by one would put a kind of flower in my hair and tie a thread around wrist. Then, they sat apart from the rest the attenders. No matter how much tried to make them smile and talk, they didn't. They were not happy to be there. It was time for them to leave and slowly they disappeared. Next thing I know, I won was running the balcony, hoping to spot them on street. I saw them, all of them walking. away like it was nothing. But Samarth turned back and looked at me. I didn't want them to go away, to leave like that. But I understood that if I married this man, I would lose all my friends forever. I love them, all of them and for the first time the chill of the hills hit me and I wouldn't feel the warmth. Before I could do anything else I woke up

I was at my home and mostly I was alone. One day a middle aged man and a small boy tried to break into my house to steal. But I tried stopping them. Next day a middle aged auto man came in front of my house with Mangal Sutra in one hand and a big knife in another hand who tried to marry me forcefully and all of a sudden my brother came and stopped him and handed over him to police. Next day while traveling in bike with my husband all of sudden a hug crowd was there in the streets. My brother was also there standing in front of my house. Then only I noticed there are huge numbers of baby crocodiles, small black and white fishes and blue colour fishes where scattered throughout from the entrance to bedroom. We were so confused that where this had came from. By that time my mom was there and there was also a malayali mam was staying with us. Whom I had never seen in my real life. My brother and husband were trying to get rid of those crocodiles and fishes as I sat at my bedroom. This malayali man was looking good. I tried talking to him but I couldn't as I felt it is unwanted too. After sometime he went to washroom with his cellphone and was masturbating by watching porn and I saw this in the bathroom door gap. I smirked and left. He doesn't know I was watching him. Then after few mins or hours when I tried to get out of the room this malayali man was about to bump but we both managed. He told me to watch my step as there were crocodiles and fishes were there yet. While he said that my brother who was cleaning to crocs said sorry to him for scolding the malayali guy in bad words earlier that day. The crocodiles and fishes were alive.

I was forced to get married to a North Indian with whom I fell in love but my father got me married to him for a small work and wanted me to get divorced the next instant after the work is done. I scratch his mother's hand telling her not to do any legal divorce process. My husband hated me cuz he had someone he love. But I loved him with my whole heart and always helped him in various situations. Finally he started to have feelings for me. But in real life I'm just 18 and I don't have a husband.

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