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I was not sure where I was other than at a restaurant but I was sitting at a table with this girl I had never met before she had black hair that went down to her shoulders and she looked my age we were talking about something then all the sudden we were at my school (I go to high school right now) and we were talking at the lunch room then she said something and I woke up.

I am currently in a long distance relationship right now. For the past few days, me and boyfriend fought because I got jealous of the picture that I saw. So my dream was, I went to my boyfriend's school, meet the person that I got jealous with and apologize. Then my dream suddenly change to one of my classmate stole each one pair of my two shoes, she was actually wearing it when she stole it. Then I chased her wearing my shoes that was left but I was not able to catch up with her and I got really mad. So, I took off the shoes, walking back to our school waiting for my boyfriend for his class to finish while I got wet by the rain. After that, he carry me on his back because my feet was so worn out and then I woke up. Can someone help me what this dream means?

I dreamed that my boyfriend, who i live with. Had plans for a girls night out. Then i find out he is out with a girl i work with. Which i dont work right now.

I dreamt of my ex-boyfriend's father , hugging me and telling me that is son did me wrong and even though he is having fun with bitches right now , he will be back , and that he knew how much i got hurted because of his son , he made me feel better and it was sunny and i meet him in the dream by coincedence in the street , what does that mean ?

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

My dead grandmother appeared and i asked her if i was going to die. she said yes and i asked her when and she said right now. then an electric volt shot from her direction and killed me.

In my dream my life with my boyfriend right now was an episode on a tv show i watch, but it seemed so normal that it was my life

I had a dream that me and my crush were sitting down beside the lockers in our school, we were talking and getting along, then near the end of my dream he was showing me his house, but we have been on and off friends since the beginning of this year, and we aren't even friends right now.

I had a dream about maybe i will fake death my own death but i dont know right now

Laurence: 7-10 most others: About 20 I can't remember much of the first half, so I'll just give you as much as I remember. So there was a girl named laurence, and she didn't know that was her true name yet. (The part of this dream that really bugged me out was the ending, considering it was nightmarish and the rest of the dream was pretty non-nightmarish. But I would like some interpretation on the rest.) Laurence, as we call her now, lived a very normal life from what I can remember, until she went to a building where there were these showers, except they looking really strange... Kind of like a 2pz orbital. So she went there, and met a lot of people, and then there was a giant party. So it was a giant sunny field, and in the middle of it the people Laurence met were standing on the ground next to the deck. There was a bit of music and they were really excited about something. So on the count of three they were all going to jump in the air, except one of them, an African American woman who was quite well endowed, lifted up her shirt to reveal her bra. (I can't remember much here, so I'll skip ahead.) They're now all at a store that's near my dads house, sitting down. This is where it starts to get weird. So the African American woman suddenly is sick, or injured, or something of that nature, and a very pudgy woman shakes her head and says, "Fran, she just had to lift her shirt up." And there's a flash back of the house, except this time when Fran lifts her shirt, her skin underneath starts to rot. Being brought back from the flash back, they're now in the middle of a road. We learn that Laurence thinks her name is Pheobe. So they're on this street, and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere. (I thought I should tell you that right now I feel like they should be on a ski hill, but I don't remember anything about a ski hill.) He's about fifty, and he has a small dark brown puppy behind him. The puppy turns into a little girl. (Fran is dead, by the way...) she walks over to the pudgy woman and Hugs her legs from behind. They all forget about her and she stays there. So the man starts to talk, and this is another place where everything is fuzzy. I'll give you a summary of pretty much everything I can. So they meet the man again, Pheobe learNs her name is Laurence, and her last name, but I can't remember what it was. they appear at a place with hoses and sprinklers, and then they're back somewhere else. They man shows up many more times, giving Laurence many things to think about and advice, and I think he acts horribly to her a few times, and says things that confuse her. Her says he is her dad, and then I can't remember much after that. I'll just get to the ending now, because it's the strangest part. So Laurence is suddenly at the top of the stairs of what appears to be a shop of some sort, and she is wearing old time clothing, from around 1800. Everything is that way. As she goes down the stairs she says, "Oh great, ____, because of you we're at the house of that horrible old man." When she walks down the stairs, she gasps, because sure enough, he is there. Except... Now instead of being frightened or sad, or even angry, she feels trust. She sees him walking around the room in a peculiar way, and follows him. They walk behind a table, and he starts to mumble something to her that she can't here. After walking around the room, she has asked countless times what he is saying, he finally just points up the stairs, Shoves his face in front of hers, and screams something. Just underneath his chin, subtitles appear that say "SatanSatan" without any spaces. What he actually said was "SATAN CHILD, SATAN!". She hears footsteps from the stairs and imagines Satan with the little girl by his side, the one had turned into a puppy. (Throughout the dream, Laurence had turned into a blonde puppy, And sometimes I would be watching the dream as though she had pushed me down, and I saw Laurence puppy as though it were a kaleidoscope.) She never actually sees this man referred to as "Satan", Only imagines him, although he knows the little girl would be standing next to him. She hides under a chair, and that's when I woke up. I usually have dreams like this, my dreams are rarely about me and if they are I am altered in some way. Usually physically, such as in some dreams I am older, (About 15-17, although my real age is 12) In some dreams I have black hair, in some I have animal ears or am stronger, and recently, if I actually end up sleeping through the night, it will be an intense nightmare. I had two of these, I'll add links to them when I write them. As a question. Thanks in advance to anyone who answers, and I apologize for this being so long and I'm sorry if I left out anything important. 14 hours ago - 3 days left to answer.