Understand My Dreams

Dreams my father

I was forced to get married to a North Indian with whom I eventually fell in love after marriage but my father got me married to him for a small work and wanted me to get divorced the next instant after the work is done. I scratch his mother's hand telling her not to do any legal divorce process. My husband hated me cuz he had someone he love. But I loved him with my whole heart and always helped him in various situations. Finally he started to have feelings for me. But in real life I'm just 18 and I don't have a husband.

I was at gas station with my friends and some other people, it looked like some trip or collective tour since we came in bus. There was this one boy, which I kind of liked, we texted and so on and so on. But it wasn't anything important nor big for me. Even when my friends asked about him I was just neutral, no big feeling, he's just okay. I don't even really know who is in reality. However, as I was talking to my father, still at the gas station, the boy I mentioned appeared from behind me and whispered "Come with me somewhere". I immediately turn red and asked in nervousity "Why?" The boy hanged his arm over me and said "I want to show you something." My eyes was terribly wide at that moment, I felt like I've known him my whole life, I felt so in love with him, even though I technically don't know him. I was just so shocked that this is the boy, that this the boy that has interest in me, that he's mine. I immediately woke up, red as a tomato even in real life, my body hot and heart pumping.

I was forced to get married to a North Indian with whom I fell in love but my father got me married to him for a small work and wanted me to get divorced the next instant after the work is done. I scratch his mother's hand telling her not to do any legal divorce process. My husband hated me cuz he had someone he love. But I loved him with my whole heart and always helped him in various situations. Finally he started to have feelings for me. But in real life I'm just 18 and I don't have a husband.

I'm a man in my dream I was wearing a long women dress and a Victorian wig walking in a familiar place I used to live a few years ago when the store clerk who was in the same building where I used to live noticed me approaching and began to study my face muttering: “A woman?!” I did not look at him or pay him any attention until I arrived at my house my father met me inside carrying my little four year old nephew in his arms ready to take him out pointing to his slippers: “These new slippers are mine. Don’t wear them by mistake, okay?” I took off the wig so he wouldn't notice it while I nodded.

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