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Found two friends, one dwarf one nomal. Planning a theft - i did not know it was a theft initially, they asked me to join, when i realized it was a theft -with a gun involved and went to report to my boss who is my uncle to report to the police, the normal height friend ran away and i was able to catch the short one, when asked to report an the incidence by writing, the dwarf put me at the center of the incidence claiming that I was then one enquiring on how to hide a body, clean messes after a theft and how to clean a gun which was not true. and He also tried to ran away, when i caught up with him and tried to clear my name, he refused but rather continued to put me across in the incidence with more lies and troed to plant my finger prints on my car. I took a bus to drive him to work but rather he tried ro ran away and i triex ro sturggle him and I killed him npt knowing in the xar there were other people, then funny tho g is he resurrected.....and I work up

I dreamt that I was at this place and a lot of shooting started I see that it was I bit volatile I saw donald trump raking cover and I was in the car with 4 people Dr. Kiser came in for cover. When everything was done we drove out then I started walking on the road it was like a mass exudos i knew trump was okay and I was writing a book of victory and lynch was critiquing because he was jealous. I left and lost my pants and I turned back to get ir. But it was in the hands of some witches one took the form of a younger version first lady(my pastor's wife) Then I woke.

I have several re-occurring dreams: 1. I see ex-boyfriends (two particularly ones) entering into a room or space I am in. Even though they do not talk to me or do anything directly with me, they make sure I notice that they are there 2. Carrying a baby on my back or attending to toddlers - bathing them, feeding them or cleaning them up 3. Bathing or being naked especially waist up 4. seeing my mother who died 8 years after struggling with dementia. In the dream, i am also trying to protect her so that no body takes advantage of her 5. In a school always trying to write an exam but not giving the right resources or not having enough time to finish writing 6. Back in my family house where i grew up where i notice that entrance doors are wide open when everyone is sleeping then i will try to close the doors but struggle. Sometimes i see a very black cat and i struggle to shout 'Jesus' or 'Holy Ghost fire'. Even when my mouth is open and i am screaming, the words don't seem to come out because it seems there is a force trying to stop me. Eventually i am able to shout then I wake up to see scratch marks on my body and an insect bite on my hand swollen (same part of my hand every time and this has being happening for years)

I got a dream where viswanath, km and me were there. So we went to viswanath for some sort of class like he was teaching something. There was Divya beside me so I asked her if the pen was mine, she was so surprised and looking at me, I told her if it's yours let it be, check once and let me know if it's not just return to me. Later in the other scene there was one girl who was very fat so viswanath took her to by telling "tell me what happened that day clearly" (the girl was a abit frightened) along with viswanath km also went to my surprise. So I was writing some notes in my note book, to my utter surprise the book is English grammer and some theory which belongs to my mom, where I have written my name on it, but I observed it was scratched neatly. In the front page there was an old name some ancestral name starting with M. In the next scene, there was a nandini old friend of mine, where she was telling me km told me everything that you were abit upset that you didn't feel anything when you hugged him, I was just calm she informed me that like he told her if I could have shown her some feelings she may have felt that and he was upset about that. In the next scene, i saw a Muslim women down in the apartment where viswanath, girl, km and other man who went to talk to her, were about to return, i saw a scene where km was proposing that Muslim girl, like "why are torturing me, like he was telling her that he love her etc ., stuff I was very much surprised like he was some sort of forcing her and explaining her all kinds of details he was feeling about her. I saw all the stuff in that scene. I was in my home, the house was all empty, nobody was there with me.

In the dream, I found myself in a room when suddenly I was taken downward, as if into the ground. I then stood before a very beautiful male being. He told me he had come to visit me and said that if I chose him and put on a shirt he offered, he would make me beautiful, give me influence beyond measure, and provide riches beyond imagination. The shirt was peach in color and had unfamiliar writing. On the front, I could read “one that sees” along with an eye symbol. On the back, it said: “wickedness assigned by the church to her- death – witchcraft – betrayal – rejected – isolation – blindness- silenced-slander-poverty.” Although I wasn’t afraid, I felt a sense of confusion. As he attempted to place the shirt on me, I responded that I choose righteousness and the will of the Lord over my life. Even so, the shirt ended up on me, and I immediately told him I did not want it and asked for it to be removed. Suddenly, I was back on the surface, walking, struggling to get the shirt off me- I called on the name of Jesus and was able to take it off. When I removed it, the being appeared again and asked if I was sure, repeating that he could fulfill every desire. I responded that I choose Jesus. In the dream, I began to pray intensely over myself and my family, calling out, “Jesus, I need you.” When I woke up, I felt an unusual, eerie sensation, as though I was being watched. I’m I immediately began praying out loud, renouncing anything that did not align with God, and declaring His Word over myself and my family. I reaffirmed that I am a servant of the Most High God and that Jesus is my testimony.

I was at the office where I actually worked for 25 years. I was at my desk and there was lots of work in my tray that needed to be done. My boss was in her office and thought I couldn’t actually see her face, more work was being brought out to me. There were many legal sized yellow folders brought out to me; stacks of them. I felt a little overwhelmed at how much there was. I took one of the folders and looked inside at the stack of papers. On top of the stack was a photograph of myself when I was a teenager about 13 or 14 years old. I actually have this photo. I was wearing a deep yellow turtleneck sweater. I wondered why it was there and what it had to do with all the work I had to do. The other papers in the folder were turned face down. There was one piece of paper that had some writing on it however I wasn’t able to read it in the dream. As I stared at the photo of myself I began to wake up from the dream. I have had several dreams of being in this same work place with the same boss and work being given to me through the years. The boss in the dream always appears to be the person I actually worked for. I was her administrative assistant for years working at the bank Citigroup. This time the amount of work was far more than in any of the other dreams and I was curious about all the legal file folders and why the photo of me as a teenager?

I went into a meeting and before I shared what I wanted to share in the meeting, I said I want to share something about myself I got 2 jobs without even having to apply and interview for it. I then went on to share what I had actually planned on sharing in the meeting. As I was sharing I was looking through a bunch of papers of different things I had written looking if I missed anything I wanted to share. As I was doing this there were 3 men in the meeting and one of the men stopped me and said what's this I can see on that paper and I looked and I saw the scripture Acts 10:16-22 and then there was a bunch of writing in bullet points underneath which I didn't get to see or read.

My grandfather was looking for something which he couldn't find, he came up with an alternative by deciding to sign on a piece of paper He wrote "in whom I love: my son" I asked why he didn't become specific by writing "my son: John" because its the name i love My uncle mumbled, and i explained to my grandfather why i love the name: i said Zaccaria and Elizabeth were promised a child but the problem was that they were too old so Zaccaria didnt believe whereby God shut his mouth until he could speak: my grandfather was listening as if its the first time he heard the story My aunt then arrived, and her baby girl took all the attention, everybody stopped listening to me and gave my niece attention It was then i decided to stop telling why i loved the name John

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