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I was forced to get married to

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.

I was i taxi and when i

I was i taxi and when i reached my destination i said drop me here but the driver did not listen and i said second time loudly but again the driver did not listen then i become angry and shouted furiously at him then he dropped me in poor village(i think Africa) then when i tried to return to my home by my self some child told me that there are some african gangsters the way am going and when i tried to go the direction the taxi had followed but the road was muddy and was a river and then when i look to my feet am wearing some baby shoe that don't fit me then i asked the lady from the family if they can give me any shoe, but the lady said we don't have any but when i said i will pay i got a shoe that fitted me. then i thought i got two choices either i find the way back by myself using maps with the risk of gangsters finding me or asking black boy who is a member of thw family to show me the way with the risk of unknowingly handling me to gangsters. then i wake up

First one I saw in my dream

First one I saw in my dream in the morning was somewhere a strange place where different races and colours of people are surrounded. Not racism but it was and the place was very beautiful.I saw a handsome Caucasian tall guy in front of me working in front of his house. He was tall at 6.3. Blue eyes and light brown hair .His house is far from my house able to see him from windows.He was handsome and it was in countryside and may be in Abroad.Then he was clean shaved ,was wearing a jeans pant which was nice,shoes was converse,check full shirt and half jacket.Hair was short.So attractive.I was at my home looking at him through window was wearing tank tops and shorts and sandals then went outside checking out on him he did not notice try to talk to him but he was working and busy.I noticed other girls try to talk to him checking out on him.But he just do not give damn and then he was looking at my house window then saw me in front of him and after finishing work we took a long walk talked exchange number and had a large conversation and we told goodbye to each other and see you around he said.Maybe it was in America not sure.

I was living in a house with

I was living in a house with a family. They had 3 sons. One day these boys got a toy gun for a present. Obviously as kids do , they started playing with it. One of the brothers pulled the trigger and it turned out that it wasn't a toy gun , but a real loaded gun. He shot his brother who died on the scene. Instead of throwing or selling the gun , the parents just hid it on the top of the wardrobe so the 2 sons wouldn't be able to reach it. But some time later one of the sons saw the gun sticking up from the top of the wardrobe and managed to get it down. He must've thought again that it was a toy because he started to play with it again. He pointed the trigger at himself and pulled. He too has died instantly. The parents and I were devastated because there used to be 3 boys but now there was only one. I remember then seeing the dad sitting on the couch crying and spinning the gun in his hands. I started screaming and telling him to put the gun down so that nothing bad happens. But he was too devastated to hear me. He accidentally pulled the trigger and shot the last son. The dream ended with me screaming over his dead body

I saw my missing close friend in

I saw my missing close friend in a religious place. Our religion is different but I saw him in my place of worship. After I went to him and talked to him. After a while, when I held his hand and talked, I realized that he was the wrong person

I saw one of my missing closed

I saw one of my missing closed person in a religious place. Our religion is ifferent but I sw him in my religious place. After I go to him and talk to him. When I talk ith him by holding his hand little time later i realied he is a wrong person

It started out with a zombie apocalypse,

It started out with a zombie apocalypse, I didn’t see any zombies I just knew it. I’m out in the hot summer run in a lush green forest, looking for food and shelter. There’s a rustle behind me and I turn, hunter’s knife in hand and it’s an older man with a little kid hiding behind him. They look hungry, hungrier than me. I ask him why dosent he try out for our district’s competition. Sure it’s a zombie apocalypse but we still had a form of government. And this one held a competition twice a year for the common people to live in the capital if they won, runner ups get food. We travel to the compound where it’s being held. Like a metal auditorium, small and the steel is surprisingly not boiling hot. I trained the little girl in preparation for the competition, I’ve grown close with her and her dad. Revealing I had competed when I was 16 and won. But now I was living as an outsider. The compound soon fills with families also competing. We get sat next to a redhead family, I can tell something is off with the dad by the way he sighs as he watches his young twin daughter play. We fill out paperwork as the 13 or so judges come in and take their seats. I recognized a few but one knew me. He smiles and tilts his head in a respectful way. I turn away feeling my face go red. First is the kids spouting off facts about our government. Next to compete are the fathers. They’re made to kill zombies, the red head father almost died. A zombie aiming for his neck, I kicked it away from me and the girls and the guy I’m with kills it. The night ends, the judges leave but we are made to sleep on the steel benches and dirt floor. There’s a small lamp, I remember someone once telling me the capital uses these little lamps to signal for electricity. Turning it off is considered a crime. I’ve competed before, I know what comes the next day. I know I’m the only one awake, I turned it off to give me an extra leg up in tomorrow’s competition. Then it’s tomorrow, everyone wakes. No one notices the lamp. The judges come back, the one I know personally gives me a smile as he sits. I hear whispers. The capital holds this event twice a year because they’re struggling to keep people alive in their secluded area. It’s true. I used to live there so I know it is true. I say nothing, no one can know I competed before. I need to help the little girl and her father, they’re my friends. It’s time to complete. I look over at the tired red headed father and know immediately what he is thinking. I whisper to him, don’t kill yourself, your daughters and wife need you. He looks surprised, I shrug and get down from my seat and stand near his wife. There’s a song we are meant to sing but the tablet with the lyrics isn’t working. There’s no electricity, I made sure of that. I know the default song, it’s the district’s anthem. They have us sing it while they wrote our scores. I sing soft for the parts I know I won’t get right and belt out the parts I know I can nail. This is how I was taught to sing. By the judge that I know. He looks proud I remembered his teachings from when I was younger. I hold back a grimace. They give us our scores, we have to add them together. There’s comments left next to the scores. I notice the judge I know left me a x8. I can multiply my entire score by 8 to get the highest score and win. He leaves me a flirty compliment. The dream ends before I can get my final score.