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My husband has died 10 yrs ago,
My husband has died 10 yrs ago, i dreamed of him i had to walk in 2 feet of mud to get to him when i saw him i asked him did i die, he had leather on his back sewed together and he looked up at me crying badly and said to me he was sorry for not taking care of me
I had a dream that my boyfriend
I had a dream that my boyfriend came home from jail I was sleeping on the bed in our home and he came sat next me and I caressed my check waking me up I then looked up at him and started to cry and hug him it felt so real like I was really touching him we kissed an layed down together and then I woke up there was more to it I just don’t remember
I found my boyfriend cheating on me
i dreamt about shroud of turin and
i dreamt about shroud of turin and was to mail to Jerusalem explaining to my son the location I ended up in Jerusalem looked like a small village of later times. Arriving at a shack I met two men that explained they only had beans and potatoes. I would make a soup when they put some meat on the table which I believe was lamb. Stepping outside I see a Jeep truck with 3 wheels (white) arrive Jesus driving got off and walked towards me. He was wearing all white very thin material brown sandels
I was at my grandmas beach house
I was at my grandmas beach house And me Kamila and Alyssa were in the den then I got up and left and then I walked back in the house and my sister was sitting on the table with windbreaker sweat pants on suck water off them and she looked pissed off and then I looked down and saw her military gear was on the ground next to her
a small frightened boy running to me
a small frightened boy running to me for help. He could not get a ride, the car was stolen or broken. I took him back inside the building ,where I used to live in 2002, too see if his parents or an adult could help. The security in the lobby tried to run over me with the floor clearer, he was Hispanic or Latino. The little boy that I was holding turned in to a mans' head which looked like a former friend whom I dated and worked with.
okay... So I was very freaked out
okay... So I was very freaked out by this dream. I'm not depressed... At least I don't think so... But in my dream i was in a white room with no furniture or doors I couldn't actually see the walls but i could tell it was a huge room. I was standing there pointing a gun at my head and I kept pulling the trigger but it never fired. Yet the sound of a gun was loud in my head even though it was also silent (Idk if that even made sense) this goes on for ages. just me repeatedly pulling the trigger with the gun pointed to my head. my eyes looked so lifeless like they were made of glass. Then after a while I stop and I just stand there... for what seems like hours I'm just staring at nothing. Then I slowly point the gun so that it looks like its aimed in front of me and I shoot. then everything goes black. I woke up this morning with the most intense headache... like i had been shot
I was driving a convertible with a
I was driving a convertible with a friend named H in the passenger seat leaving the school parking lot and B started running after us and jumped in the back of the convertible and told me to drive faster because T was chasing him and then i drove a little bit more and i looked in my back seat and T was sitting in the back seat with B. then drove to the hockey rink and let them out and they slipped on the ice when getting out of the car and they sat there and cried.
It was always in black and white,
It was always in black and white, and always in the same really old house. I would be standing in the entry way looking up the stairs, and as I started going up the stairs would creak really loudly which scared me so I would go up faster. The upstairs of the house was really empty and dirty, and as I looked through each room I kept hearing creepy noises coming from the basement. One of the rooms upstairs had an empty baby cradle in it. I go back downstairs and look through the kitchen and see that it looks like someone lives in the house. At this point I try and leave the house but I can’t get out. I hear the noise from the basement again and this time it sounds like a man saying my name, so I go and look. I get to the basement and see a guy that I know down there, and he says my name again but his voice is different. He started running towards me so I panicked and ran back upstairs and try to get out of the house again but I can’t get out, and he catches me and as he grabs my arm I wake up.
I was at the school in Goodridge,
I was at the school in Goodridge, school was over and I was walking to my car. There was a car parked next to mine so i couldn’t see my car very well, when the car pulled away, I saw a middle-aged man standing by the driver side door, (the back door on the drivers side of my car doesn't always lock), he tried that door and when he opened it he looked up at me and quickly got in, climbing into the front seat as his young kid got it the drivers side, I ran to my car, opened the passenger door, reached in, and I didn't think I could stop him, so I grabbed his kid, thinking that would stop him but it didn’t he drove off in my car while I held his four year old boy who didn’t seem to care that his dad had just left him.