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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".

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.

It’s a series of short films about

It’s a series of short films about different secular “cathedrals”: the Berlin Philharmonic concert hall section is curated by Wenders with Simon Rattle conducting, but other edifices have different directors on hand. The National Library of Russia, the Centre Pompidou and Halden Prison in Norway are all included, plus Robert Redford examines the Salk Institute in California. “We shapeA leading Catholic Bishop has dramatically resigned his post after admitting he had been “unfaithful” to his religious vows. Nike Air Max 90

we are at a party for Matt

we are at a party for Matt Laur's dad. his whole family is there and friends. at the beginning of the party we are strictly friends. and then we somehow admit we like each other and things are awesome from that point on. we can't keep our hands off each other. his family loves me. he's impressing my girlfriends with his humor and his manners (pulling out chairs for all of us.) except the incidenct where P heard him say he says he's Catholic and he enjoys tests on the bible. p goes "you better be joking" and I know he not. she looks at me with concern that he's super religious. but I give her that face like, he's so cute. before this, my parents said they were leaving and told them I mist go with them because in have class tomorrow. I ask what the boys are doing and they say they're sleeping over with josh and Andrew at this house. Matt Laur's house?! I tell my parents that ally friends are still here and if I can stay with my brothers. they insist that I don't because I have class and I tell them that it's Friday Tomorrow. not Saturday. and they admit their mistake and let me stay. before that though, Matt went missing. I looked for him to say bye and the dream me already expected the worst. maybe he found another girl to be with. leaving me in the dark. I pass by a room with two guys I don't remember and they're bummed that no one is wearing a hat. I tell them at the other party B and Nik were not wearing a hat but Sia was and they thank me. I go to the front and there is a mountain of suitcases that I decode to climb and look for Matt. I don't want to call him and act obsessive but obviously I think I'm leaving and I want to be able to say bye. he's nowhere! so I call him at the top of the mountain and yell him I'm leaving and he says that he went down Grand real quick. sounds sketchy. on my way down the mountain of suitcases I bump into Karin and Rheeza. Karin has braces again and I tell her I wish I did too. when I'm finally back on Earth I see a black on black chicken. from reddit. I go back to the backyard to wait for Matt. I bump into Galvin and he's devastated that I am with Matt. he tells me if it's official and I use my words wisely and tell him he had his chance. chances rather. he turns to wade and says, "hug me brotha". FF Matt has a disabled cousin who wanted hummus and pita. I get it for him and realize I need to feed it to him so I do. he seems so happy and matt's family notices and that makes me happy. first dream ever where the parents approve. I finally see Matt and a rush of relief comes over me. he's so tall and handsome. and kind of a dork. he's perfect. he takes my hand and I am so excited!!!

Last night i had a sleepover at

Last night i had a sleepover at my friends house and i had a dream that my very catholic mother had satanic worshiping tools and sage in a closed drawer at home. After i discovered this she seemed happy i had found it and was excited to show me the satanic tools. She then lead me to a room that was darkly lit and pulled out an object that was in the shape of a pyramid with hieroglyphs and a sharp point on the top. She then told me if we performed a ritual that i could have any wish i wanted. So i agreed and did it. My wish was that my mother would be happy. The ritual started with me poking myself with the tip and then a mucus type substance was put over where i poked myself then i was supposed to have my blood on it also. After it was finished my mother laughed and said did you really think that was your mother. She was possessed and i performed an exorcism on her. After she was semi nnormal she cried and got mad at me asking why i had thought that was her and now i had to go through what she has been going through for years and i find out she was being stalked by a spirit that was very unbelievably scary to say the least. The last part of my dream i remember i was a little girl in the back seat of my car and this entity was in the very back and it was reaching for me and and its fingers were as long as knives and as pointy as they are too. And at this point im as far away from that area as i possibly can be and slowly as its reaching for me its fingers get longer and longer until its almost touching my nose and then i give up and relax because i know it will eventually get me and i lean twords it and it grabs my head and i wake up. When i had this dream it was at my friends house as i had said before but it was above the spot we has used an ouija board months before.

i dreamt i went to church catholic

i dreamt i went to church catholic church for a serman church was full with people praying i was there with my mother i went for communion and then went to kneel and pray my prayer felt like i was just mumbling words no feeling then i dreamt i was going on a trip an area like the gold rush times not very developed but with lots of potential for development in my dream i was owning this huge piece of land development then i dreamt i was going on a vacation to a water fall i knew what the place looked like i was there with a female friend romantically involved with her we were together in a hotel room white sheets white curtains natural light it was morning then my friend and i start making out and started having ***** i woke up

I dreamt I went to church. Catholic

I dreamt I went to church. Catholic church for a serman. Church was full with people praying. I was there with my mother. I went for communion and then came back to kneel and pray. My prayer felt like I was just mumbling words. No feeling. Then I dreamt I was going on a trip. An area like the gold rush times, not very developed, but with lots of potential for development. In my dream I was owning this huge piece of land development. Then I dreamt I was going on a vacation. To a water fall. I knew what the place looked like. I was there with a female friend. Romantically involved with her. We were together in a hotel room white sheets, white curtains, natural light, it was morning. Then my friend and I start making out and started having sex. I woke up.

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