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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I dreamed I was in house with really big rooms and outdoor space. In another room was an individual that lives in another town that I knew. In waking life I discovered he was abusing children and brought it to the attention of authorities. He had a website about it and I passed it along. I havent spoken to him in years. In my dream there was a lot of people around and he was in another room. There were a group of guys in the room and one was having a discussion with him. It seemed like a difference of opinion and the man he was talking to turned into a dog, a border collie, right after the transformation he killed the dog. I was in another room but saw this as did others. People not wanting to draw his attention were making movements to leave. He saw this and started to walk towards everyone like nothing happened. As he walked towards people he was walking away from a puppy and a kitten. As the group, myself included, walked away from him he was walking with us talking and sounding off. We were on our way out and his discussion was weird we got outside and got into our vehicles and left leaving him behind
We were at church doing the sacred marriage ceremony on the altar when the high priest noticed christians peeping in window and shouted at us to hide before we were spotted. I was so scared the christians would find us and ran away but slipped in our blood pentagram and fell and they caught me
I was in a room I have never been in before, I looked around only one time. All I remember is a chimney in front of me, coming out of the wall a shelf going around the chimney about standing height. The shelf went all the way around the room, the shelf had an arrangement of crosses and biblical symbols and books across the shelves. I was taking picture frames out of a box. All of which had either Jesus or holy scripture written all over them, and each one I tore off a piece of paper from the back of the picture frames. I got to the 5th picture and it was just Jesus praying, and my oldest sister came into the room, I couldn’t see her, and she started reading satanic scripture. Something like “oh unholy god come forth and bless thee, his tainted soul has prohibited us for long enough.” She continued speaking scripture for at least 5 minutes. I didn’t even turn around I just held the picture of Jesus praying. I looked up at what was a symbol, and it started bleeding from the wall. Just as that happened my oldest sister finished reading the scripture with “oh great one, come and bless us with your hands, reach out and grab him from our lives.” Just as she finished I felt a hand grab my head and pull me back, I woke up from my dream instantly with goosebumps starting at my head and running down my body as I watch my door close in front of me and a dark figure stand right behind my book bag hung up on the door. The figure just stood their whispering something and when I tried to get closer to listen it screamed at me “get back you unholy beast!” I jolted back seeing its face for a second. It wasn’t human at all, with long dark black crimson horns protruding from its skull. With a face that I saw in a dream when I was 11. I had this exact dream when I was 11 as well and again when I was 13. This is the third time happening and it’s been 4 years from than. Only this time it materialized so I could see it. Just as I was writing this a blank phone call came through my house phone.
I remember a little bit of a nightmare the reoccurred only twice (I’ve only ever had it twice, wasn’t sure how reoccured would be used here). The only little bits I remember are that I was with all my cousins on my mom’s side and that it took place in a haunted house. I remember walking across this hallway but the view had zoomed out and I could see through the wall. While the view was zoomed out I could see two massive dog heads barking (like a cerberus type thing) over top of the house. Then we climbed up a rope ladder (like the ones in the FMS swimming pool) and arrived in a massive room. In the far corner of the room was a pyramid type thing made of wood. The pyramid was much closer to a Aztec on then a Egyptian one in design. Then I remember turning around hearing a scream and something coming out of the trap door. It had a similar color to the creatures from the moon in Destiny 2 (oddly I’d not played the game at this point yet, barely knew it existed)
I’ve had many dreams like this. One was recurring where a ghost-like figure pulled me under a desk one of my cousins watched this happen to me while sipping a hot beverage in a mug and the rest of my family ran away. I had this dream many times as a little kid. In a dream I had last night, one of my family members set off a firework that made such a big explosion it threw me back on top of myself. My neck was broken, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t hear, and I was screaming. My family stood over me, watched, and laughed.
I go to school like normal jamming to ACDC specific song thunderstruck but when I get to the school I park the car in a way different spot then I usually park. I park way in the back and I go back in everytime. So I start walking into school and right when I hit the sidewalk I look behind me and there is a car and they start shooting just randomly at the school so I start running inside. I walk inside the school and some people are dead already but there is like nobody in the school. The lights are out except like the red ones on top and like the exit signs. I try to run through the school like in and out to get away but I can’t leave the school like all the doors are all locked.
Anyway I break out in a cold sweat and ask to borrow his/her notes and start cramming as fast as I can. I realize that the final covers the whole semester and is worth about 80% of the class. I also realize I must pass this class in order to get to remain in school…then I awaken
Last night I had a dream where me and my friends were outside at highschool with lingen, but the high school wasn’t Lincoln, it was St. Bernards. Then we started to hear shots, so Mr. Lingen was trying to find a way out on school grounds. He found the CAP van but it was red and had like 10 seats. He was hoping the keys were in the van and I found them so we all hoped in but there weren't enough seats so kendal sat on my lap. We drove across the street but it was at Daniella's house and she doesn't live over there. We got there and sat around for a while then the shooter found out we were there so he started to try to come inside and when the door opened I woke up.
Generally I am on some kind of tram or bus. I am traveling along with some textbooks and notebooks. Usually I have a backpack but sometimes I am just carrying the books in my arms. Anyway, eventually someone I know gets on the bus. It is finals or midterms week and I have no doubt been up most of the night. The person asks if I am ready for the test in (and then he/she names a subject). I freak out and say I am not in that class! I then realized I either had never been aware I had that class or I hadn’t been there since the 1st week and forgot to return or forgot to drop the class. Anyway I break out in a cold sweat and ask to borrow his/her notes and start cramming as fast as I can. I realize that the final covers the whole semester and is worth about 80% of the class. I also realize I must pass this class in order to get to remain in school…then I awaken
The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.