Recent dreams containing minister

I was eating with some minister I don't know and the president and we were talking about the law During my conversation with the president, he finished eating and was putting back his dish while I didn't eat, I was focused on listening to him

I had a dream / nightmare that I was in a sci-fi sort of world / colony that had the faint structure of my house, I dont remember what prompted us to, but me and all the others in this dystopian / sci-fi / alien colony decided we had to hide from an evil entity that had arrived. I hid on the right side of my bed, laying flat on my side as quietly as possible. However I was found by the evil entity who turned out to be 2020-2023 era Marilyn Manson, dressed in a black suit. I scarcely saw his face, but I recognised his voice. He scared me and I tried to escape but he restrained me and spoke in a quiet and calming tone, convincing me to let him inject me with some type of drug in the middle of my foot. I think I recall him saying something like "Relax..." "Just let me do it.." or something along the lines of it. It was a slight prick and didn't hurt very much, I felt more and more relaxed, and now for some reason his presence was very comforting. I kissed him and hugged him, as if the drug he had administered had made me forget he was the evil entity. I felt weirdly in love with him, and dependent on him. The dream becomes hazy from here but I remember some sort of betrayal in the end, where the drug or something, maybe even him, eventually encased me in this purple balloon type structure / casing / cage which captured me forever. It was the shape of a pill and didn't even fit my legs or arms in. It was shiny, purple, and rubbery.

Lubing up. Inserting two live snakes. Then administering the warm milk enema and waiting until the snakes started to drown and thrash around inside the colon before ascending the altar and beginning the erotic ritual for our congregation. All just like in real life - but then in the dream version PETA raids our church and we all must flee.

Want to prime minister of england

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 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.

State government minister coming to our home for bath. thanks

I was Prime Minister david cameron and there was someone threatening me. I went walking my dog on a misty hill and the Man arrived. He threatened my wife and I started punching him and then shovng his face into the asphalt cutting his chin.

DREAM MYSELF WRITING DOWN THE NAMES OF THE BRIDE AND GROOM TO GIVE TO THE MINISTER

Cordial talk with famous gospel minister but he is dirty. thanks