I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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It was my birthday and he was there as well and there was selena gomez at my birthday too announcing stuff and we were at like a super rich house for my birthday and then after the party we went to go clean up and all of a sudden we were at sip for my birthday with tracy and braxton and then there was a bunch of construction people that came in and said that we needed to put in a bed so i walked into a room and it turned into my mom and dads room and i was holding a baby i think it was zaya for sure and they did a super big bed in and i left zaya in the laundry basket to go wash the dishes and braxton was cleaning up the room near the bathroom so he was there then i looked at him and he looked at me and we made eye contact and it was so awkward but he then said that he liked me and stuff and in my head i was thinking like umm i have a boyfriend i gotta go tell shane and then we went home very awkward and then braxton texts me like “i’m really sorry i know you have a boyfriend but i just couldn’t help it like you’re tiny, pretty, sparkley, orange,” and then sent like lipstick, a painting emoji and some other weird emojis
I was inside a small concrete building with 2 beds on either side. I was in one, and two people I couldn't see were in the other. We both were covered with a blanket. There was nothing else in the room there was opening for a window and door but there was no window or door. Outside I could nothing but blackened objects and the red glow in the distant background making me feel or think that the world was ending. We could feel an unbearable heat coming and we covered ourselves trying to not be consumed or killed by it. At one point a large blanket appeared and I tried to cover myself with it but it quickly caught fire and I threw it off me. Just then then, this heat was upon us, I could feel it. As it overwhelmed me, I found myself near the top of a maintain covered in green grass. The sky was blue with few clouds. There were others there. They all had this happiness about them, adults around my age. We were just there, sitting, smiling, talking to each other. Something like a lion was running and jumping around us. It didn't look real. It was light in color, nearly white, and looked as though it was put together with blocks of something that could have been wood. As ran towards me, I was just a little afraid and as it batted at my arm with its paw, I realized it was being friendly and wanted me play with him or her, I'm not sure. At that point, I woke up.
In my dream my brother and I were on our way to a professional wrestling match when we were pulled over by the cops. The police asked for our IDs and asked where we were going tonight and when we said professional wrestling match this is what he told us: ""Professional Wrestling" is considered one of the most successful efforts of the Extreme Perversity Normalization Initiative's "Closet Project". Professional Wrestling was designed by Illuminati meme artists and psychologists to accomplish three primary aims: 1) To serve as a simple means of screening the public for propensity to extreme gullibility - a trait highly desired by the Illuminati and one cultivated through eugenics programs. 2) To encourage public acceptance of suspension of disbelief and critical thinking as vast numbers of people invested emotional attachment in contests they knew rationally were predetermined and staged. 3) To promote a culture of hypermasculine homoeroticism of a type designed to appeal primarily to aggressive young males in denial about their own homosexual impulses. All EPNI "wrestling" features an emphasis on exaggerated masculinity, fetishistic focus on the male physique, extensive use of sweat/body oils, and promotions of polyamorous homosexual BDSM rituals involving "tag teams" and "submission"
Thought i'd take my own advice for once. March18 2014. Laying here thinking. Feels like i got deported. Friends and family miss me dearly. Mom thinks im a drug addict. Telling other fam that im mixing drugs and all this non sense. I honestly don't know how my mental os remaining strong after all this shit that i been through. not a complaint. I know im still here by the Grace of God. Who am i though. People probably look at me and say. oh , there goes that corny SKINNY ass nigga daniel, Why is sharde even with him. Why did alex even date him. he's Nobody. Right. Im Nobody. I can accept this. why. because 1. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. and i believe in standing by your opinion. so If Im Such A Nobody. how About hou prove im A Nobody. Matter of fact. how About you walk in my Shoes. parents Divorced when i was like 3. Sent away by my mom 3 times. made my mother think she failed as a parent with me. Constant pressure to Succeed in something you don't even have a passion for. Judged by your family because of the decisions you make. Thats Not even Half Of It. but You still see me crack a fucking smile so you can think everything is Ok. When in actuality . its Not. Its far from Ok.
I dreamt of kombucha. I started getting curious as to how kombucha gets fizzy, and a guy that I had liked but nothing ever happened with, well I wanted to ask him. I haven't talked to him in ages,k and keep thinking about it, even if I know we left on good terms and that I'm just wondering something fundamentally stupid. But anyway, I started asking everyone about the kombucha, and they all thought I was dumb, so I worked up the nerve to text him, and he replied about some acidic thing that I eventually understood. I kept going in and out of rooms, and it felt like his lack of attraction to me physically hurt, like I was physically in pain from him not understanding that I just wanted him to kjiss me. I told him that, I asked him if he wanted it too, and I honestly can only remember that this was because my best friend did it. Actrually she texted him that he tried to kiss me and I wasn't sure he was into it, and so he shouldn['t try again (even though I wanted him to desperately), and so I texted him that and he replied, he was kind about it, but then I saw one of my best friends cheating on her boyfriend (although they had broken up) with him, and it was quite strange but yeah.
I have been thinking about and seeing Beelzebub I see him in my sleep and when I’m awake I think about him what does this mean
I have not done anything to make this happen but for over 2 weeks I have been thinking about and seeing Beelzebub I see him in my sleep and when I’m awake I think about him what does this mean
My girlfriend thinking about someone else
This seemed to be loosely based off of Caroline and a circus, it also felt like I had been here before either in a dream before or it was just a random memory from this dream. Basically I was running literally for my life through this puzzle. Certain rooms include crossing a bridge with a huge drop underneath, a long maze hallway with light twitching, tree house like rope course which things would fall apart as you went. While going through these rooms a woman was chasing me. I finally found the final room and I ran inside. I remember the room being filled with lots of colors, the walls went from blues, purples, pinks, yellows, and more with designs like spirals, dots, zig zags. On the ground were a bunch of pillows matching parts of the wall and there were a couple of mirrors around me. I actually knew what would happen next, again as if I’ve done this before. Then the girl appeared in the room holding a butcher knife. I remember a conversation we had but not exactly what we said. It was about the fact that this was the final room for me to do and the girl would give me a puzzle, since I've done this before I think I had either known I couldn’t beat the puzzle or I was too tired/ lazy to do it. So instead I decided to annoy the girl so maybe she’d just let me go. She ended up getting really really mad at me and took the knife and sliced it in between my left shoulder and neck. I didn’t wake up immediately though. The person pushed the knife into me further. It didn’t hurt, I even remember these exact words in my mind “Why doesn’t it hurt?” Yet I was still wincing in pain. After the knife was pushed down to my stomach I finally woke up.
I dreamt I was talking to a friend or atleast a person who had the voice but not the face of my friend. He wanted to drop out of school. Where this stranger with the voice of my friend started complaining about his life. How hard he had it etc. However these were all small things. So I tried telling him things were not so bad. So we started walking down the road.. till we came to a small house built in the style of 1800 farm houses. I have never seen that house before and I know I have never lived in any sort of similar house. But still my body told me. This was and had been my home So I walked with my friend back up a hill... Feeling a womans hand grab my jaw she said: Stop stand still and look straight at it. And I was charged by a bear. Trying to find where this bear was I looked around until it emerged out of the forest Charging at me. But I stood my ground. So It started running after my friend and what I think was the woman who grabbed my jaw. So I looked as my friends ran. the Bear got tired. And as they ran the bear came charging back at me. And then I woke