Dreams argument

I headed inside a small crowded bus and as i was taking the second little stair case my hand gotten stuck behind a seat and a grown man came behind me and started touching and feeling on me which made me uncomfortable. I had gotten upset and yanked my hand out from where my hand was stuck and started beating and cursing the man. So afterawhile i sat in a seat and i had gotten into another argument with a man across from me and i had gotten more upset and i stuck the middle finger at him. As i was sitting a beautiful lady that was sitting next to me this whole time looked at me and asked me "Why are you so upset?" and i remember blurting out all the reasons why i was upset than she had taken out a small bottle of ointment and took a little on her finger and rubbed it on my forhead and said a little prayer than she spoke to me for awhile than got out and made her way out the bus than i noticed a man that was with her with striking blue eyes looked at me and smiled then he had gotten up as well and followed the woman out the bus. As i was watching them walking to head into a store i noticed that instead if having feet they had hooves. The lady saw me and smiled once more and went inside but i had feeling a happiness and thought it was okay to be different.

I dreamed I was having an argument with my girlfriend sitting at the back porch table as it rained on us

I am in an argument, but I can't talk, yell or scream.

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We are what looks like John and my old house. John isn’t there. It’s dark, there is always spiritual activity here. I have grown accustomed to hearing and feeling it, but I don’t enjoy it. I feel threatened here, and often that the spirits are trying to kill me. Katie and I are sleeping together in an unfamiliar kitchen, on a table. Pulses of energy start to transcend from the walls towards the other side of the house. She is scared, so I hold her hand and tell her that I have done this before, that I know what this is, and that I will keep her safe. There is a dishwasher underneath us that keeps shutting off. I have to manually press buttons until it goes again. This feels important to me. Katie asks me often what is happening, and why. She tries to blame the wind. I keep looking up at these slitted windowless cut-throughs at the top of the wall. They appear to be letting air in, but I know that's not why the house underneath us is shaking. We hold on, and I help her get through it. Cut to my Mom’s house. We are talking about the ghosts. I throw eggs on the floor, and so does she. All of them break open, and some of them are spoiled as they hit the floor. She cleans them up, but there is always still residue. I try to help clean it up better. We are sitting at some sort of Pep Assembly. Top Gear (Britain) host starts talking, donating money to an organization. He donates a particular amount, and then does a double take, acting like he is going to give them more. Instead, he jests about giving the second amount to “Jesus Christ.” Nick, my sisters and I all snort at this, I seem to be filming the event. We can hear murmurs of people agreeing, when someone gets my attention. An old school teacher who was religious speaks up and asks if we should have ‘the talk.’ I look down and tell her no. She sits back, and my Mom appears, telling me that she wishes I would let “Jesus Christ” into my life. I coldly disagree with her. Cut to her house. We continue to have the argument, and she claims she wants me closer, and that ‘god’ will make me stay close to her. I disagree, but don’t mention anything about agreeing to stay close. I tell her that John’s mom has a way of making him stay close to her.