A boy who has a girlfriend started kissing my stomach then my face and his girlfriend appeared behind him and was staring at me blankly, I wasn't kissing back, but he continued to kiss my forehead, nose, cheek, chin, and next to my mouth but never did kiss me on the lips but when he almost kissed my lips his girlfriend said something and he stopped and they left together holding hands and she stared me down and they went through a door and that's when I woke up.
My mom finally had her baby and when little baby ezmerelda (the baby) came out she was doing backflips and cartwheels around the delivery room
I dreamed that the guy I like and I were at a party where he was a DJ and I walked over to him and he hugged me and was kissing me on the lips
Im survivng a zombie apocolipse
Picking my lips
Rain. Spirit of water.
A garou enters the shack; he has gifts from his peers. A belt of ammunition from the warrior, a chalice from the maiden. Inside the elements gather; earth and soil, fire and ash, rain and water, smoke and wind. The fire burns to ash in the chalice, the smoke teases the senses as the garou rests upon the couch. He breathes deeply the hazy air and slips into a dream.
When he awakens the fire is gone, the smoke little more than a stifling haze. The earth remains inert, but present in the room is the trickling rain, spirit of water that calls to him.
He emerges enlightened, and joins his pack.
My girlfriend and I were at a gathering with a couple of people from my school and she was sitting next to one of our good friends and she ended up kissing them on the lips. I glanced over and I didn't know how to react to it. Afterwards, she would hangout with me like it wasn't a big deal and I just pushed her away. Afterwards, I was at school with my dance class and a guy that I've liked for quite awhile that I have given up on came into the bathroom stall with me and kissed me. Telling me that he had to choose between two people. And I walked out, not knowing what to say. Thinking that my girlfriend doesn't deserve this.
For wolves and wild boars and wicked beasts prowled that dark place scavenging for prey linons lurked there licking their lips; that would love to lap at the blood of my lords
I have this recurring dream about my best friend. in the dream we kiss, but as soon as our lips touch, she turns to dust.
I see my father who has died long back lying in bed,very fragile and weak. He asks me to click of his photo which I do. He is smiling and I ask him to close his lips to hide his teeth. After clicking I see shadow of a person on horse coming out of his body and vanishing in air. I look towards his body which goes dead with a jerk. In his last rites I see my dead mother in law coming to join I I touch my forehead with her feet seeking ashirwaad.
Understand My Dreams