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At times i wish i could read people better, it feels like I'm slowly losing my ability to think clearly on certain things. Or is it because i start trusting the wrong people I'm not sure truthfully. I know that there something on my mind subconsciously since my dreams which are always very vivid and detailed have been progressively getting worse in the sense of me being torn in to parts and dying not to mention all of my friends and family all but my girl friend why is that? In all these dreams i wake up to me either tearing up or the feeling of emptiness.

I am about to wake up i hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but i can’t move i can’t even open my eyes i realize i’m paralyzed and i try in vain to scream for help but i can’t make a sound my head feels foggy and unfocused like i’m of no substance my body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it trying to get the two to connect and move and free me it’s as if my brain is trapped by my body i can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise i cannot move it terrifies me and i scream a silent mental scream no one even knows i’m screaming but me when i finish screaming i try to calm down and relax thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does i wait consciousness still for what feels like forever i try to move again to no avail i remember in a nightmare i had when i was younger i squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up i decide to try that again i focus on my eyes squeeze them shut and open nothing again again i can’t move i squeeze my eyes shut as hard as i can and open them this time i actually wake up

I have recurring dreams where an ex lover appears. The dreams themselves are different from one another. I'm usually focused on something else in the dreams - tasks, people, work, music - when he appears. In each dream, I purposely try to avoid or ignore him, but he always makes a point of interacting. One dream recently was to say something negative, and in one last night he gave me a gift. Our relationship in waking life did not end well. I was very angry with him in the end, and with myself at the time because the relationship was not healthy nor good, and I had felt stupid and ashamed about how much I'd shared with him emotionally and physically. The last time I spoke to him was over two and a half years ago, and I don't think about him consciously anymore (though I did for quite some time after the initial parting because I was so upset and working out my feelings). Why is he showing up in my dreams now? I know it is not because I have any positive feelings for him, nor do I want to see him again. Am I still working out what happened? Maybe I am still reconciling my feelings about how I acted and my life and my actions? Is it something in my life now? I don't think anything is more different now than any time over the last few years, but perhaps this is a sign of feelings and actions I am not conscious of?

I was at a house i didn't know with my boyfriend and some of his friends. i was naked, except my underwear, and started running. i was trying to run to the sea but took a wrong turn and got attacked, i was on the floor unconscious and my boyfriend came and saved me. we were then back at the house but i started to run to the sea again, i found my way but when i reached the sand my legs felt weighted and it was hard to run. somebody was trying to catch up with me to ask me to go home but i told them to go away. i then saw myself cheating on my boyfriend with somebody i didnt know, it was a very passionate kiss, nothing more. but then my boyfriend approached and i woke up.

I was in prison for some reason but didn't think I deserved to be there. Outside the prison grounds were a lot like a school yard. There were two soccer fields, one small one normal sized with a track around it. They were on the left side of a clearing and above the small field was a jungle gym. I was put into the section for dangerous people because of a failed escape attempt (I think). The others and I made a plan to escape. The guards had this spray stuff that knocked you out if you breathed it in. Somehow I got a hold of some and used it to help get away. We took over a large orange and other coloured van and got away but only after I inhaled some of that spray. I was unconscious for two days according to the man I asked but everything had changed so much that it felt more like two years. In that time my friend found a new friend which made me feel lonely. For some reason, my brother, father and I were checking in on the cottage. Up in the loft we somehow transported to the edge of a city on a coast. Alone in the city, I was trying to use a pay phone. There was a long line and I pretended to know someone so I could cut in. The line seemed to disappear and I struggled to count out ten pennies which at first had stars instead of leaves on them. The guards showed up (about twelve) and an epic, manga or cartoon like battle occurred. I even thought that I was probably dreaming or imagining the battle because of how ridiculous it was so I decided to stop it. I was captured in the end and hooked up to a lie detector where I was uncooperative. A lady wearing a suit interrupted the interrogation for some reason. My perspective changed to a fly on the wall style. The same lady went to the dangerous people section and shot the guards with a pulse gun then shot the cell bars. She said for the men to come with her and with knowing grins they jumped right through the bars. The other men also attempted to do this but just hurt their shoulders. I somehow knew that this was part of a growing conspiracy. Strangely, at one point I was trying to jump on a moving train in my front entrance way. I knew there was actually no train so I pretended to jump on it and moved into the living room to take my seat in the box car.

Driving in a black muscle car the police are trying to find me it is night outside i am avoiding them i get away from the cops i am driving in a downtown area i see a big building it looks like capitol hill i am now driving on a highway the wheel breaks we pull over to a fast food joint so i can fix it David cross and another man tell me to fix it while they get something to eat i start trying to build the wheel out of Lego, Larry the cable guy in a Texas car salesman outfit is getting out of a covered wagon he has just finished having sex with a prostitute. He says go ahead she is all mine. I walk over the the unconscious prostitute and slap and grab her butt. I walk away and fix the wheel. after finishing i go and get my companions they are in a crowd that Larry the cable guy is talking to he was trying to sell them something.

Dreamt i was popping pimples on ex husbands face we had an awful marriage and divorce he is a narcissist i dream about him most nights. Dear, your subconscious self is tugging at to, urging you to reclaim what you personally lost in the relationship. The pimples are representative of something intangible, and they are on HIS face because in your mind he holds the key to them. The reason you are popping the pimples is because you are trying to reclaim something. When we lose a relationship, we often lose a part of ourselves along with it. Perhaps that part of us is too closely associated with the relationship at the time and it was too hard to hold onto at the time of the breakup. You are finally acknowledging the void the relationship has left for you, when you cast off some of your traits. These things are not something owned by your ex, but perhaps some positive personality trait, important activity, or personal ambition that you threw away when you left the relationship.

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