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My family and my boyfriend and I were walking in this, almost like, a forest. Then my boyfriend climbed in this unsteady swing and fell off a tree. Then we all came home and I tucked him in bed. Then after that, I dreamed that my family and I were taking a walk to church and my mom was talking really loud about my boyfriend , and then I notice my boyfriend 's ex walking by me. Then his ex goes to see him, and I get really mad and storm away out of church. But then my boyfriend runs after me calling my name and asks if we could talk. So then we go to his truck and we end up driving across this abandoned desert field and I notice a group of cops pointing guns at a cop in the middle. They end up shooting the cop, and I tell my boyfriend to drive away. I hear one of the cops saying, "No one can know about this." I turn to look at my boyfriend who is driving away, when I notice a cop on a motorcycle chasing us. The cop ends up shooting my boyfriend and killing him. I somehow manage to get away and my subconscious won't grasp that he's really dead, so in my dream I call his phone, but of course, he doesn't answer. Then I'm somehow back at church with my family, and I notice my boyfriend a couple seats away. I go up to him and ask him if he wants to sit with us, and he agrees. He sits by my mom because he doesn't want the aisle seat. Then my mom is talking really loud again to my dad about my boyfriend , and my boyfriend overhears and asks what they are saying. My mom goes on to say, "We don't think you are saved." To which my boyfriend replies, "You're right. I'm not saved."

I'm using public transportation when all of the sudden one of my shoes falls off my foot. Someone offers to pick it up for me but when they try to reach for the shoe it gets off the bus. I go ask the driver to let me out but he is accelerating. After a few blocks the bus stops and I get out. On the street I run back to pick up my shoe, when I see it I try to get it but it's in the middle of the road and cars are coming. When the opportunity comes I run to get it and then walk back to the side walk where I sit to tie my shoes. Next thing I'm in a room and a couple of women are there. They tell me something as I finish tying my shoes; I cross the laces around my ankles to make sure they won't fall off again. Once again on the street I take off running towards the direction where I got off of the bus but after a few steps I feel my shoes are loose so I stop to rearrange them. I come up with the idea of putting paper inside them so they hold still. I sit outside a business to fix my shoes when all of the sudden I see a friend I haven't seen in a long time. He is wearing dark pants and a jacket, he looks casual not the way I ever saw him. He gets out of view when I hear someone calling me from behind. They ask me to pull down a business door. I look up at the door and realize I can't reach it. I jump to try to try to reach the door but I can't make it. My friends shows up again and this time he is wearing a dark suit. He makes a signal to me and this time I see the door is within my reach, I grabbed it and pull it down. We're on the street again. I ask my what has happened to him as no one knows about his whereabouts. Hesitant I tell me friend I thought he was dead to which he replies he is indeed. He tells me something and all I can remember is he mentions something that came in threes. Then I woke up.

I’m working in a solicitors as an apprentice, when my boss sends me for coffee. I go to the cafe but on the way meet people I dislike as I turn to face them, a hand rests on my waist I turn to see my boss next to me, eyes soft but then turn steely, his gase makes the girls gasp and stare as he escorts me to the cafe, as we sit, 11 other gorgeous men and Cupid, sit at the table were at, I turn to ask why my boss was following me but he smiles and replies I’m an angel, the others murmur and individually say the same, there all gorgeous but personalities range from strong and dominant to weak and submissive, then flowers appear all over the cafe and I’m back in the law office also filled with flowers, and the news my boss is an angel doesn’t shock me I’m just instantly attracted, passion and desire arises and I have a romance with him, including sex, the other 11 angels gaurd and watch me under my bosses gaurd and gradually become my friends. Could someone please interpret and also always in my dreams my dog hurcules is always by my side as well as a wolf, normally in my dreams about men both my dog and the wolf growl but with the angels they were playful and joyful

I don’t know which came first, but I had a dream….where Dalton and I were still broken up, of course. But his friends would hang out and talk to me. Dick, who I only met once and never found out his name until weeks after we met, was hitting on me. Kevin wanted to be in a tournament together. Then there was one guy who I don’t think knew Dalton and Idk if this was dick (didn’t feel like him) who sort of showed me how to hate. So I’ll start at the place where I think I should. I went to the library for a project with a class and the college was like high school, there was bells for every period. Not only that, but the library seemed like it was out of WOW in the fairy section. Half of it was purple n half of it was normal and there were flowers everywhere and it was so colorful. Well I had to find a research book and I had 5 minutes of class so I was booking it, running even. The bell didn’t ring, but I knew I was going to be late cuz class started when I ran out of the library. Days went by, and somehow Dick got a hold of me, wanting to hang out. Apparently, on top of the library was a hallway of appartments and ren and aaron kicked Dalton out and that was where he was living. Well I went to bed and Brian was sleeping in my bed, and kayla was sleeping on the top bunk. I was reading this book and for some reason I was being loud and Dick was relating with me about this book that I was reading….On it was called Chapter nine and it was about this family, idk. He kept me quiet and suggested we go to his place so I did. When we got to his place, he held me close and said “I know he hurt you” and cuddled me but then his hand started to wonder and I pushed him away and ran out into the hallway. Somehow I knew which door Dalton’s was and I knew I didn’t have enough time to book it down the hallway and Dick’s door was opening to look for me so I bashed into one door across from his and closed it behind me. I leaned against it, and it was like a dorm with more closet space in there. It was dark, and had a dark blue tint from the shades being over the window. There wasn’t a bed, there was a dressy, and your occasional messy floor with clothes. I figured this would be a good hiding spot and sat there for a bit as I heard them talk outside, Dick knowing that I don’t want Dalton to know I’m here so he played it off saying that he heard a sound out here. They both retreated to their room and I sighed, leaving, taking the elevator that didn’t close and went over the second floor n went rly slowly. The next day, Dick asked if I want to learn any computer stuff and I said it would help my future job if I learned all sorts of computer stuff so I went over to his place and we screwed up his computer. I realized I had to go home soon so I left, letting myself out. I stood in the hallway and sighed, for some reason deciding to take the stairs which was on Dalton’s side of the hall. I knew in the dream, idk how or why it even occurred, but the entire dream I knew that if I saw Dalton, it would destroy me. I couldn’t see him at all costs. This guy came out of this hallway connecting to the one I was in and we ran into each other in front of Dalton’s door. “Hey can you help me get in here?” he asked, pointing to Daltons door. I said I didn’t know who lived there and kept walking and the guy kept stopping me, asking me to help him get in. He grabbed me and I pushed him back before turning around and running into the same room I hid in before cuz Dalton heard the commotion and was heading for the door to see what was up. They weren’t able to find me and I sighed again to the dimly blue room. I wanted to write music, and I opened the door to leave, but an electronic piano sat on the floor without its legs. I brought it in and I started setting it up. I looked at the clothes on the floor, wondering who lived there. I shouldn’t have wondered because whoever lived there was this guy who was drawn out like he was the lead singer of the gorillaz. He freaked out, asking what I was doing there and stomped on me. I blacked out and woke up on this platform in someone’s back yard. A wooden platform that was 3 feet high. It was the same guy who stomped on me and he looked at me, for a drawn guy, he was cute with his emo hair and eye liner and dark clothes. “All you need to realize is that they’re made of lies. Like so.” He looked down from the platform and there were 3-4 ppl in the back yard, fighting a large cat and a large dog that I assume the guy created. “You’re all pieces of lies!” he screamed out before jumping off at one of them to fight them, his eyes growing red and the sky growing red. I watched in astonishment, hearing his voice inside me. “Remember that one thing you’ll never be able to forget from the pain and use that.” Just from that one statement, I remembered Dalton and my eyes grew red and I started to fight with this guy too. We won, but Idk if any of them died. Then I woke.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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