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i find myself in an old high

i find myself in an old high school. the school is huge, the building itself is square, it has 4 floors and a basement. the center of the building is open (picture the pentagon design center but with 4 sides). The building is Dark, it seems to be lit only by candles but no light source can be seen. the stairwells are located at each corner of the building and are massive built of old wood and marble steps. in my dream I am lost trying desperately to remember where my locker is. i cant remember where my locker is, I cant remember which class I am late for or where the classroom is. I know I am late and missing classes and I am panicked, running around each floor trying desperately to remember where I am supposed to be. The whole time I am aware I am not prepared for any class; no books or notebook. I have had this dream many times over the last year. I am 50 y.o. i am a Scorpio. born 10/26/1969

I just had the worst dream: *it

I just had the worst dream: *it was a follow up to a dream I had when I was younger• *disclaimer in the dream I realize I had experienced this before as a teenager and the exact events are happening again with what seem like different people* “I start reading a horror book that is super popular, all of a sudden the things in the book start happening to me, and I keep thinking to myself there is no way this is in the book because I experience it, and all of a sudden these things start happening to me again. There are all males in the dream except for one other female...everyone in the dream is trying to rape me. I am woken up one night by someone that I trust with a phone call telling me to get out of the house because everything is real and some guys are on the way to get me, on the way outside to get away one guy starts to chase me and I stab him and all he is saying is that was not the way you did it all those years ago try again! I get outside and there seem to be about 10 men. I am running and finally I run into the arms of the male that called me, but turns out he is working with them and we are scrambling and I am trying to get away from him and I stab him in between the shoulder blades, he starts laughing going you aren’t going to kill me that way and proceeds to take the knife out yelling don’t you remember and stabs himself in the same place I did years ago.” At this point in real life I wake up hyperventilating and screaming. If anyone could help me interpret this dream it would be helpful because the is the 2nd time I’ve had it in the last 5 years and it is terrifying it feels so real.

On the first day, I'm walking along

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

On the first day, I'm walking along

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

Was picking up Qjr from school and

Was picking up Qjr from school and was walking through a hallway full of little kids, me myself wearing a bookbag because I must’ve left a college class or something. Some arab looking grown-up guy with big almond shaped eyes who appeared to be picking up a child from school too (since he was walking through the hall with a kid) gave me a weird look as he walked by. Another grown-up walking down the hall gave me a weird look as well, assuming because I was a grown man walking through an elementary school wearing a bookbag. Anyway, I went inside a bathroom down the hall to the right and saw Qjr with his bookbag on and wearing a striped shirt, trying to fight his way for a position in front of a stall to pee amongst other jit boys. He stepped in front of this white kid and peed and somehow, he got trickles of pee on his arm, probably from another kid who couldn’t pee straight. I got mad and rushed to clean him up. Woke up.

i had this dream that i saw

i had this dream that i saw this book that was fanfiction and in the book,i saw how i met laharl when i was real little and it was love at first sight and that i've felt like i've met him before disgaea even existed and i was happy with this book i've found and was telling everyone about this book and praised it and told everyone every detail about the story and the chapters,etc and also in the story when i met laharl,i think i gave him a kiss and hw was being tsundere about it and saying that he doesn't like me(which was a lie) and was blushing and then we promised to see each other again someday...

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