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I was at a house that I did not recognize, I was sleeping on a recliner right in front of a big rectangular picture window. I arouse from my sleep and glance out the window, I see the grinch standing on the other side of the picture window looking at me dead in the eyes. As he got closer to the side door to the living room where I was sleeping he did not lose eye contact with me. As he came in through the side door I attempted to scream for help and run and get out of the recliner, But nothing was coming out I couldn't possibly make any noise to help me and I could not move at all. He approached the recliner not losing eye contact. He sat down at the end of the recliner with a big scary smile on his face and stared at me, he just sat.

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".

I am in the pool and I meet a rather attractive guy, and we start to interact, with which we end up helping each other in a strange competition in the pool in which the floor is more and more adherent, already at night in the pool, I start to fix an object that I found and he watches patiently, I ask him if I am wasting his time and he says no, I notice some love in his blue eyes while he smiles knowingly, then I feel that I am in love with him. I wake up, it was all a dream, I go to a meeting and my friend Eneko introduces me to the boy I dreamed of that night, I lose my balance and see two other boys exactly the same, one shakes my hand and I kiss his cheek and the other slowly and tenderly kisses my cheek, while the boy they introduced me looks at me with confusion and amazement, I blush and feel that my friends have already realized my crush, and therefore my homosexuality

What is the meaning of the following dream? Dream. Saturday night. 15 July 2023. I dream we live in the Eastern Cape and are in White River for three months. Dean and I went back to our house in the Eastern Cape alone to get something. Took a short cut with lots of mountain passes and turns and only drove 12 hours to our house. Arriving at the house everything was closed and well from the outside, when I walked into the house I saw that the house had been broken into and almost everything was stolen except a double bed, fridge and some linen. The house is familiar and I dream in detail what the house looks like inside and the empty cupboards. At a glance it looks like my old house in Pretoria. While in the house I hear something in the house and investigate and see that it is Rudie Nagel who is fixing the door lock on the back door with a screwdriver. I say, thank you very much and can he sleep in the house to take care of the house. He says yes and we look for linen for the bed for him. It is evening and I am getting ready to drive back when Xavier Simango from Mozambique arrives with 2 other Mozambicans. He says he lives temporarily in South Africa and has heard that the house has been broken into and he is coming to help because the crooks are coming back at 10:00 PM and he will help Rudie. I decide to stay until 10H00 pm because I feel he has something to do with the break-in and don't trust him. At 10H00pm another missionary named Phillip arrived there with a piece of glass and spanners. I ask what is he doing there? He says he's coming to fix the window that broke when Xavier broke in. I grasped with both my hands and looked at Xavier who was getting angry. Rudie says I shouldn't drive now, but Esther lets me know I'm driving back tomorrow morning because I have to look after the house with him so that one can keep watch while the other sleeps. Then the dream was over.

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.

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