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Hi Please help I had this dream

Hi Please help I had this dream last night it was so vivid I need to know what it means: We were in another state not where we live in a shopping mall watching a movie in individual cubicles on small screens all of a sudden I started vomiting for no reason over myself I had a tie on and I took it off from around my neck I was wearing my leather jacket it got vomit on it I wiped it clean. Then my friend her husband and our kids left as I was not feeling well - my friend called an Uber xl - while we were waiting to leave a guy not overly aggressive tried to abduct my friends husband grabbing him saying your coming with me I gabbed him back saying no he’s coming with us - then the guy pulled out a small blade on my friends husband I tried to calm him down - next minute 2 strangers grabbed the attempted abductor and shot him with a tiny gun in the mouth he was smiling opened his mouth it was a fake bullet on his tongue after a moment they all laughed and it appeared we were in a street theatre thing - so weird - never wear ties Thank you

I was trapped in a big hospital

I was trapped in a big hospital with 3 of my friends and we were there because my friend hit his head falling for a rock climbing wall. So we walked into this hospital and they take us to a room where they do the check up. And we all sat down but then the lights turn off and the exit sign started flashing. So we left my friend Walton on the check up table and went to see what happened that that's when we saw a big black shadow standing at the end of the hall and we took off running till we found a door what wasn’t locked. We opened it and it was a big supply closet with tall metal racks. We shut the door and locked it well trying to calm down then the big shadow was at the door bangging on it so we saw that there was a vent in the room that was really high up. So we grabbed a big rack and climbed up. We made our way through the vents and got to the front door and when I opened the door I was in the middle of the woods in my backyard and my friends were gone. So I started running down the trail and I found a dead body laying in the middle of the main trail and I didn’t know who that was, so I tried to find the guy wallet and i found it and it was a marine. So I dropped the wallet and run all the way up to my house to find my family throwing a party.

I was at home watching TV with

I was at home watching TV with my husband when a newsflash came on telling about something coming within a certain time. They would count down for us. My husband wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping, so I drove. It was packed, and my husband took us to one store that had a TV screen with the news anchor-person counting down minutes. Everyone seemed to be trying to keep themselves busy to avoid thinking about the countdown. It was driving me crazy. Everyone I tried to talk to was ignoring me. As the countdown got to ten minutes I couldn't take it any more, so I went running to the front door to get to my car. My husband tried to stop me, but I went anyway. When I got outside it was calm and sunny. I got to my car, opened the door and just as I started it, I saw a bright white flash, felt an immensely hot blast of air and smelled sulphur. As this happened I also slammed on the gas and crashed into a wall. The oddest thing about this dream was the smell. When I awoke after crashing I could still smell the sulphur.

i was at school in the hallway

i was at school in the hallway when Tim came up to me and hugs me from behind i stop and turn juts a little to see kelvin stairing at me with this look in his eyes like he was saying are you ok i turned back to my locker and started to cry kelvin ran over and ripped tim off of me and took me away are you ok he sai no i replied im so stressed and now this happened i cant he calmed me down and took me back tim was there are you ok she is fine said kelvin we should just give her a break for a bit and kelvin huged me tim walked away crying kelvina nd i started to run twards him he ran down stairs my legs were to short to keep up so kelvin caired me down the stairs as we reached him he stopped guys im sorry he said no no your fine i wasnt crying because of you we stopped and he calmed down kelvin and tim both then gave me roses witha cute little note saying good things about me and asking me out i ran upstairs to maya look i said omg she replied i stuffed them in my locker just then my brother david dobrik showed up david i yelled and huged him he saw the flowers in my locker and went to tim and kevlin i stood there with davids friend jeff we looked at eachother what is he doing i said oh boy jeff said and hugged me we stood there

I was at my friends house and

I was at my friends house and was looking out the window, I saw big ships falling from the sky. They looked like UFOs, as they fell planes stopped moving in the air and just stayed there. Everyone and everything but me and the UFOs were frozen. The UFOs shot out parachutes and started to land, then one parachute covered the sky; nothing could be seen. Then I was at a caravan site, someone had just got hit by water and faded. Me, Lauren, 2 young black women and an old man were stood on a pond. There was a cobblestone wall surrounding the pond, the water slowly started to rise up so I started shouting to get on the wall. Me, Lauren and one black women made it. We watched as the other two were hit with the water and faded. Then I was in the caravan and Lauren and Harry Hook was there. I was yelling about the people that faded, Harry was trying to calm me and Lauren thought I was insane. Then we were at a portal with a green gooey Alien. He said that we had to milk a human to get through; so Harry cornered me and asked if I wanted to do this. I said yes, we went underwater, I gave him a blow job and he ate me out. We kissed and the alien was happy. We were them pushed through the portal into the sea and time was still frozen.

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".

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