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Popcorn in a dreaming... In my dream

Popcorn in a dreaming... In my dream my enemy… my daughters father was cordial. he had returned my daughter whom he has harbored and kept away from me for some years. He was making arrangement and leaving her in my home. Bringing her to me instead of harboring anger and keeping her from me. In waking life we have family court this FRIDAY, 5 days from the day of dream. In waking life the Federal Court has a no contact order in place and has recently lifted it to allow only phone contact with father’s permission. This coming with dreams about tigers on this night and the following night… 1st night I was not at all afraid of tiger… 2nd night a little afraid but was in a small red car and the tiger ran at the car two times and ran on and over the car. Then he just left. We were in the woods and I got out to cook food… And popcorn in particular! Lol! After a while I started to think the tiger might come by if he smelled the food, and that we should take the food in the cabin. My sister and one other person the car agreed and we started bringing things inside. It helps to say in my waking life I’m having a hard time with my sister too… I feel taken advantage of, but try hard to remain cordial,which has not always been to my advantage... I trust her when I really shouldn't have on more then one occasion been betrayed by her with some very serious consequences.

Going to a large cabin with my

Going to a large cabin with my husband and 3 kids and mother in law and father in law and being attacked by a killer chasing you

I was in a cabin with Damon

I was in a cabin with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they were telling me how they died. Two spirits killed them on a bridge after turning into sticks

I dreamt I opened a kitchen cabinet

I dreamt I opened a kitchen cabinet and so many snake. I SHOWED IT TO ONE CO-WORKERS WHO SUGGESTED THAT WE CUT OFF THE HEADS AND COOK THEM TO EAT AFTER TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THEY GOT IN THE KITCHEN......I WENT OFF TO FIND HIS WIFE WHO WAS IN ANOTHER BUILDING...I had to walk down hill to that building. WHEN I got to the building I walked past a group of co-workers sitting at a round table.....I called one of them to walk with me and told him about the snakes. We encountered the wife was in a room behind lock doors. We did not get to tell her about the snakes because she was agitated about a rally we missed. SHE FOUND OUT AFTER EMAILING THE SALES STAFF.

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

Your invoice will also include the average

Your invoice will also include the average transportation cost for home-delivery subscriptions across all delivery areas of $0.washingtonpost. both Latinos. New reality TV show idea: “So You Think You Can Be a Cabinet Secretary? ("Today is my last day at Goldman Sachs.in the New York Times 2009) February 24,Print out (from below) and then cut out the shape of the president along the dotted lines. Tracy GrantInstructions for making Racing Presidents dollsSupplies: To make each paper doll

I had surgery to remove a lump

I had surgery to remove a lump in my breast. I acted like it was nothing and was more upset about missing work. I had strange stitches. We also went camping. There were old toys I didn't want to part with. It was cold and wet outside. We found a cabin to stay in. There were dogs in small cages that were cold and wet. We watched a porn movie and I got horny but never did anything. There was a fight about veterans and then guns came out. I thought my favorite blanket was ruined but it was not.

I was trying to collect all my

I was trying to collect all my gifts from people and kept missing my ride to the airport. Then I was waiting in a cabin with a few guy friends and ending up having sex with a girl who is my friend but she had a dick.