I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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First person experience, some of it felt like a reflection, some felt like I was observing another. Dreamt of a man (face unrecognizable but seemed like myself, location seemed like my bedroom yet not) holding water in his cheek. His cheek swelled and the water burst through the other side of his skin floating in a state of suspension. I felt horror at first but then saw his cheek to be in both a condition of terrible wound and perfectly normal (Distortion like effect). I remember a specific reasoning/thought from myself that this water had resolved itself (quantum) to the otherside of the mans cheek, his wound/non-wound was perplexing to me. He seemed to convey alarm and pain, yet he also did not. There was more unrelated dreams in this sequence, none standout as much as this paticular moment which seemed to last a little more than a minute.
I was in an abandoned run down strip mall at night. I was with two other people, they were both young adults, a young man and a young woman. At time I would see myself in the third person, I looked like a vital old man with a strong nose and a head of silver hair. (Though In reality I am 20 years old) We walked into the bowels of the mall and could here the sounds and voices of the city fading behind us. We walked to the end of the corridor and felt an evil presence. Down an escalator at the end of another short corridor was a pile of garbage. in front of it were two dead bodies and a man tall and muscular with a crew cut and pitiless sandy eyes. "What in the name of Christ is going on" I shouted as I ran down the stairs towards him. He acknowledges me with a casual nod and grins. (What he says next is lost to my memory but I remember a chilling fear as a result of his words) Immediately I turned to my companions, I am between them and the killer. "Go get help" A bright light is on their faces yet concealing their eyes in shadow. The girl is two paces from me and the boy a pace behind her. She smile first, a little reluctantly I shift my gaze to the boy and he meets my gaze with a relieved smile. And in a moment they are gone. I turn back to the killer (He says something else that I can not recall) This time his words have no sway. He jogs over to a door in the wall, with a remorseless grin he beckons me to follow. Through the door I got into a small dusty room. The room is small and very dusty filled with metal objects and two metal workbenches in the center. The killer speaks one last time and moves close with his hands outstretched to choke me I assume. I grab his arm and using his momentum throw him down onto the ground. He gets up and continues to assault me. Soon it escalates and he grabs a metal blade. I move in close and disarm him hoping to hold him in check until help arrives. Unfortunately he slips away and now he is slashing and throwing anything sharp he can find at me. I manage to evade him and finally my compassion gives way. I take a long 10 inch blade and drive it down to the grip in his collar bone. He looks at it a moment with disapproval and continues to assault me. Now I am desperate and anything sharp I can find, I plunge into his body. Finally I find a small piece of sheet metal with a tapered edge and drive it into a long wound across his chest where his heart should of been. I throw him over my shoulder and he smashes into the wall and lies crumpled on the ground, a bloody mess. Tears well in my eyes "Why do you live like this aren't you in pain?!" He answers laboring "The pain is great..." Suddenly there is a bubbling sound he pushes himself off the floor and walks slowly toward me. All the metal in him is receding, disappearing into his body until there is no sign of conflict at all. He stands in front of me, puts his arms firmly, almost tenderly on my shoulders "...That is what I want for us" I am shocked no words come to me. He walks me to the door "Wait I have something to show you" He walks around a corner and brings a white towel over to me "look" he says He opens the towel a little bit and I stoop down to see what it is. A can of cat food half opened. light glints off the sharp edges of the lid "Its just cat food I promise" he mumbles as he walks into the shadows of the room. My heart skips a beat and I walk slowly out the door and start down the hall" I take two steps and my heart skips again as I hear from behind me the sound of the metal lid being pulled back from the can.
I was in a horror movie with 3 of my friends, and I hate horror movies. We were walking down a dark hallway and I had my eyes covered by my hands and we turned a corner and I uncovered my eyes and all of a sudden a dark figure came at me. And all I could say was, "Is that a foot??" and my friend turned to me and just says "No... its susan" and then we all ran away screaming and wound up on my couch at home watching a different movie.
Girl who had a bleeding wound in her foot then ex came to help
Girl who had a bleeding wound in her foot
I have had the same type of dream since I was young. It starts with me waking up, in a bed that's not mine but still familiar. A man, his face obstructed, sleeps next to me. He is warm, I feel safe near him. He wakes up and suddenly I remember why we must hide our love. It's always a different reason. But the danger remains. I try to convince him to leave, I tell him I'm not worth his death. He dismisses my fears. However soon, another man, this one dark and cold kills my love in front of me. He offers me a choice, love me or die. I would rather die than be with him. He always kills me in a horrible and painful fashion. My death always has different excuse; witch, traitor, whore. I wake up feeling my wounds.
I was back in australia nd hiding from people i knew ,i went to see my late partners home nd his daughter was there very emotional , she had to go so i stayed in the room ,then i saw my beloved dead body . i was going to run ,but i stopped nd pulled the covers and saw him asleep. i gazed at him nd he woke up , i was shocked so i just cuddles him nd kissed him and asked him why did he go , he smiled and told me it hurt , all his stab wounds still hurt even after deth ,,, i just smiled and lean foward to kiss him ..
At school with bunch of new people and my friends that were fictional characters died. i was distraught and crying. people were trying to be friends with me, apparently everyone liked me. Next, I see a spiral staircase that's cluttered with light blue, light green, pastel pink, purple, and brown plastic containers. They contained candy. Some were chocolate, some were sour candy. My childhood best friend was there too My leg is broken except I do not recall how I broke it. It's been broken for two weeks and the most I remember was waking up that day and seeing my best friend. The cast was a teal but now it's a disgusting brown, and it looks like wounds.
At school with bunch of new people and my friends that were fictional characters died. i was distraught and crying. people were trying to be friends with me, apparently everyone liked me. Next, I see a spiral staircase that's cluttered with light blue, light green, pastel pink, lavender, and brown plastic containers. They contained candy. Some were chocolate, some were sour candy. My childhood best friend was there too My leg is broken except I do not recall how I broke it. It's been broken for two weeks and the most I remember was waking up that day and seeing my best friend. The cast was a teal but now it's a disgusting brown, and it looks like wounds.
Royal blue cloth book, cut in hand, wound pressed on book