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I was at my house. I was 11 years old in the dream. My stepfather started getting on my nerves, teasing me and physically abusing my mom and oldest brother. I finally took charge and got out a knife and at night, I sliced my stepfather in his face and arms and then I stabbed his heart and cut off his head. He was somehow still alive, and he beat me up and my mom and other brother was scolding me. I kept crying and getting angry and turned into a demon. I scratched with my sharp claws and repeatedly punched my stepfather and my mom called the cops on me, while my brother was trying to pull me off. A zombie and medusa showed up at my door, saying they're the "Demon Police", and my family sold me out, and they put me in a tiny cage. They walked away with me in the cage and started asking me question and the dream ended while Medusa was at the steps.

Selling fanny packs to female customers is hard enough. Designers have tried to rebrand them as “belt bags” or “waist bags,” but we all know what we’re looking at, and we have all the negative associations from the 80s to go right along with it. Male accessory costumers are customarily even more tentative to go for a piece that might find them on the receiving end of ridicule or questions of their masculinity, and if one such piece exists, it is most certainly a floral fanny pack. Men's Adidas High Top

My boyfriend Edwin and I were together at one of his photo shoots (in real I've he is a photographer), he also works at tmobile and his co worker was the model for the day (he really plans to shoot with her although before I say this I know this has nothing to do with me being fearful in real life about something going on between the two because she no longer works with him and I just know there's nothing going between the two) . So as he began to lens over and show her the picture she just shot she would rub on his arm in a flirtatious way that I didn't like. I then turned to her (as we sitting next to one another on the same couch) and asked her sternly in front of my boyfriend to stop touching him, she replied no with an attitude and I raised my voice and said you better stop touching my boyfriend and then she finally replied ok. I left the photo shoot and somehow quickly ended up back in my bedroom , I immediate,y called him on his cell phone and asked where he was and he told me he left the shoot and was heading home. Itold him I need you to come over to my house because we need to talk, and I began asking interrogating questions such as "are you driving her home, did she get in your car" all in all he told me no and said he would be on his way to me. As I waited I looked outside my bedroom window (which faces the street and nearby college football field) and the street wAs blocked off due to some kind of fair or something. I guess it was around 730 pm because it looked as though it was beginning to get dark but so dark there was still a little sun left in the sky. There were tons of young kids outside playing and one kid then announce "he's got a gun!" I looked out my window some more and noticed a suspicious man in a black hoody walking across the street. He then disappeared but I noticed some cops running into my building as all of that happened my boyfriend told ,e he was downstairs in front of my building so come down, I looked but couldn't notice the car and them he told me he had to park the car around the corner, as I got ready to go meet him downstairs to speak on what happened I woke up!

In my dream, I was in a opened pavilion, wooden structure that was filled with beautiful people. The women were dressed like Greek goddesses. They were welcoming and even made me feel as if I was unique in special quality beauty. They were speaking to each other and casting admiring looks toward me. I sensed there were men around, but no faces or forms. I sensed I was at a place that was just western outskirts of my home town. A man entered and I recognized him to be my real life lover. He was wearing a covering around his waist made of a cloth and sandals, that looked to be Roman like. I remember studying his shoes and how the laces tied around his lower calves. In my dream, I didn't know him to be my lover, but as a very handsome man that entered the pavilion. All the women were looking at him and sending him pleasant smiles, yet he walked over to me and took my hand. I felt like a stranger to him, yet very receptive to his unspoken request that I go with him. He led me out of the building to the yard in the back. The sun was quickly setting. He had me to sit... which now seemed like the back of the bed of a truck covered in burlap and hay. Perhaps it was a wooden wagon, I am not for sure. He never spoke, but I was felt so completely elated that he chose me above all the other women to cast his attention. He stood next to the bed, where I was sitting and then he looked up to the heavens which were now very dark. The sky was completely covered in brilliant, sparkling stars. I marveled at how brightly they shown. He reached up with his hand and swirled the stars around in a circular motion, causing them to fall from the sky. They fell directly on top of me, showering me with real diamonds, collecting in my hair and my lap. My hands were cupped to catch them as I smiled and squealed in delight. I looked up to thank him and he was no longer there. I suddenly felt saddened. Appreciative that I would mean so much to him that he would pick me, yet not understanding his departure nor if I would see him again. I reviewed his swirling of the stars many times in my mind, and how he gave them to me.

I am in my house with a suspicious gentleman whom I am asking questions to about someone whom I love for and care for like a husband. The gentleman is saying that he doesn't know if the person whom I love is seeing someone that is a girlfriend or just a friend and seems confused when speaking to me. Then, the gentleman says that he is messaging the man I love and the message seems like the man I love is seeing someone else and wants nothing to do with me. Then, A church bus, or traveler bus comes with all kinds of church people and leaves after I speak to a gentleman from church. I come back in the house and the suspicious gentleman is still in my house. I get very upset with a lot of tension because of the conversation of the man I love seeing someone else from church and start to throw things violently in my room.

I saw I was holding a salmon out of water,& it was trying hard for life , I wanted to save it & approached my collage office staff was help , tow which they didn't want to then my best friend came along to convince me to allow it to die. I wanted the fish to live so I request him to help me convince them, the clearical staff on listening to him gave me some solution which would allow the fish to live for a while,, phew I saved the fish with their help. Later my best friend asked my how would I save the yellow tiny turtle which we believed was a rare species.

I was going to my first day of class and nobody knew me and they had started from last year and the professor didn't acknowledge me and I didn't understand the assignment they were doing. It was a weird drawing class and I didn't know how to participate but the professor ignored me when I tried to ask for help. And then we critiqued all the pieces but I didn't submit anything because mine were terrible compared to everyone else's. So class ended and I was trying to talk to my professor and I was staring at her eyes and something was wrong with them. She looked like she was blind in both eyes because they had almost no color and her pupils were tiny. But I kept asking her a question and she would in turn ask me a different question and I wasn't getting anywhere. And then OUT OF NOWHERE David grey comes into the studio wearing a long ass white fur coat with neon pink trim and a matching headband comes in and starts talking to my professor and was like "you can't get away from me." And then I walked home through a flooded street.

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