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I don't remember the beginning in much detail but I remember that I was looking for something. There was a highway sidewalk that I was walking on and it was in need of repair. The sidewalks were cracked, the bus stop benches were out of place and needed repairs, the fence guard rail had been painted white in most places but, was missing paint in some areas. Somehow I found the correct type of paint that I carried in a nice (scientific Erlenmeyer flask - may be used used for heating and/or shaking/stirring without the chance of spilling the liquids inside) looking glass bottle. I was really happy that I found the paint and noted the fact that the paint wasn't like regular paint, it was an white, oil based paint that seemed to possibly have more oil than paint in it. I was on the lookout for the enemy because he might attempt to hinder me as I painted. The scene changed and I was walking in what seemed to be an apartment complex. I realized that I had somehow acquired a powerful hand held weapon. The weapon looked like a long black pole/staff and was made of a special strong metal. The weapon could also retract in itself for safe keeping. (note: at this point I saw a small storage room which had many weapons of different colors/types. These weapons also resembled long poles/staffs and were lined up in sections coordinated by color/type. They rested on what resembled a vertical gun rack. The gun rack reminded me of something you would see in a colonial era war movie. -- I realized that the enemy was attempting to collect and withhold them from me). As I was walking through a parking lot, I saw two of the enemy walking together towards my direction. (they looked like people but, i knew they were the enemy). One of them noticed that I was carrying the weapon and after I had walked passed him, told the other, and they started following me at a distance behind. I didn't want them to catch up so, i went into one of the apartment building, walked upstairs and saw that it was a cleared out office space that was in the process of being remodeled. In this office space was a thief (the enemy) attempting to steal a valuable gold artifact and possibly other items. Then, a policeman came into the room and caught the thief and began to interrogate him. I somehow knew that I needed to grab the gold artifact and keep it from the thief. So, in the midst of the distraction, i took it! At this point many officers (crooked enemy officers) and people began coming into the building so, I decided to leave in the midst of the commotion. Other people were leaving as well so that they would not be accused or interrogated by the police. As I walked downstairs and exited the building through a glass door, i noticed an old-school 1950's or 1960's looking black car with shiny silver bumpers and grill. Inside the car was an old black man in a nice suit looking directly at me. I believe that I saw that he had a driver. Looking at this man, i perceived that he was extremely wealthy. Then, he spoke. I don't remember verbatim but, he said something like, "stop holding back/stealing the wealth from the black people"! Then, he drove off. As he drove away I noticed that their were golden shiny objects which he left on the ground. I stepped closer to see what they were and they were tools made of pure gold! I immediately started picking up as much as I could. I picked up several drill bits, screw driver bits, torque wrench bits and many others. Now, some of the people escaping the building saw what I was doing and started picking up a few themselves but, i could see where the tools were hidden in the dirt and grabbed more than most. knowing their value, i placed them in what seemed like a small black metal safe i was carrying. Then the dream ended.

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I was an old man running a sweet shop, when my cousin came up to me to tell me that she has a new Jewish boyfriend , She failed to mention that her boyfriend was a Zionists. He attempted to buy candy but i told him i didn't want to serve him because he is a Zionists and i had a right to refuse service to anyone. He runs off and bring a mob of hundreds and thousands of Zionists marching to kill me. I had a plunger that i used as a weapon, i had superpowers in which i could fly, mighty strength, and fire. I attempt to fight them off with the plunger but my efforts fail. I lure them outside,and burn them all next to a garden of tulips

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I walk from the upper floor, where the higher years mingle, down to the 2 1/2 floor. I look into glass walled study rooms. A girl I am interested in is there. She comes out and greets me with an uncharacteristcally friendly hug. She looks excited and relieved about something. She leads me towards the stairs that lead out of the building to a beautiful sunset over neatly kept lawns. Before we can decend she is urged by someone on her research team that something needs to finalize some details before submitting. She obliges and implores me to go ahead and she will catch up. I kiss the top right corner of her face and she rushes off with her team. I turn back the way I came to the open stairs that are white, unsupported, and look like they were built to replicate orbital paths. The roof makes the building look spherical. I walk downward and see some friends. I greet them without stopping. Something is on my mind. I have some objective, but I don't know what it is. The whole building shakes and the other stairs fall. People disappear without a trace. I notice a man wearing a dark pink or extremely faded red sweater with the hood up. He seems to be bald. He has a brown and round goatee. He is standing on a scaffolding a floor above me and about 10-20 meters ahead of me. He is armed with a rifle he needs two hands to fire. He sees me and lifts the gun against his should and fast walks towards an exit that leads outside of the building. I wake up in an apartment room. The walls begin at my hips. Beneath the wall there is just a railing like on a flimsy deck. I can see the floor below me. It's a hotel lobby. It's dirty and the lights make everything a shade of piss yellow. The door has a lock, and an opaque window that takes up most of the top center. There is a second opaque window that is as tall as the door on the same side as the lock on the door. Someone in the lobby came and asked about me. I lay down and pretend to be asleep since they could see me if I was standing. The man at the desk points to my room. The man asking about me is dressed in all black and is wearing a comically large brimmed hat with a red feather. He pulls a 2 meter long weapon from his suit case and aims it towards where he thinks I am sleeping and fires. It's less than a few inches from my head. The whole pours out light, white debris, and doves mixed in with both. I roll frantically, open my door and run as fast as I can away from the lobby. I exit the back door and see a bowling alley. People are bowling and buying booze. I am a little flabberghasted because just the night before it was a theatre. I remember following a young woman in a purple dress outside. She was crying, her boyfriend commanded her into the car. It was an expensive looking car. Her hair was done up in a nice looking bun. She saw me come to her rescue and she smiled and wiped her tears away and got into the car. Regardless of last night it was currently a bowling alley. The person behind the bar was an old friend. He offered me a beer. I drank a couple sips and thanked him before running out the far door and seeing my world. I was 20 years in the past outside of a thrift store wearing a varsity jacket and remembering when this thrift store used to be a bowling alley when I was a kid.

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Explain what my dreams means : I had 3 dreams. The first dream is about 3 passports, the Fijian passport untouched by cockroaches, the American bitten all over, and the UN passport only the front cover and back cover bitten.. the rest inside is untouched. The second dream is I am sitting the in the middle, beside me is this 2 Israel generals older putting the soldier rank onto my shoulders uniform. The third dream is I am speaking to thousands and millions of soldiers they wearing white all over, white boots, white weapons, and for me I’m wearing the israel soldier uniform. What does my dream mean?

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