I was driving with normal speed but my mind was especially where . Did not see the red light as I speed to make it there was another care coming . I avoided but there was a police in front of me all the sudden I got pulled over but it seems like more people was involve on asking me question so I told them I was thinking about my kids that I wasn't paying intention to the road ... Not sure what happen after but I didn't get arrested
It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself.
Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms.
And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing.
I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough.
That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.
My girlfriend was spending an unusual amount of time with her ex- boyfriend . I thought it was unusual and didn't question it. Then I caught my girlfriend cheating. I was shocked. I lost it, and killed him.
I was in a office with two girls I knew playing on Google to find information about what my boyfriend was doing since he went out of town.A lady I know who is like a case manager was showing a picture of many cars and there was my boyfriend s when she saw the expression on my face change she quickly took the picture back.I then heard her talking to my boyfriend s' mom that i know very well.She answered the questions she was asked about her son correctly without giving any information away that the lady would think she had something against him. My mom in law left and i went to inspect the table they had left.There was a folder sitting there with info on my family plans like vacation and words about. I knew I had to get those papers to tell my man but I couldn't understand how the police got informed on bs who didn't like us to be together.I took the papers and made copies for my boyfriend .The lady then took me and my friend into a room and my boyfriend s' friends into a meeting room.The lady asked us questions about my boyfriend everyone lied to make sure he and I could stay together and he wouldn't have to be in jail.Throughout the whole dream I would go back and forth arguing with this lady she asked me questions like why didn't I show up to my class at school.This lady looked no where near my mother but had the nerve ask me questions like she was.Throughout the whole dream I would find a way to steal any information she got on my boyfriend ,I would do everything for him but I don't understand the dream what does it mean.
I have killed someone for my partner who is in jail. The authorities know I have done it but have not attempted to catch me. I hang around the prison where the murder took place as I have left my sons favourite toy dog there and need to get it back before he goes to bed. Im at the prison cafe and Jane Lynch requests I take her to the cafe down the road for the better food choices. She offers me $6. I skeak the toy from under the display cabinet at the cafe and sneak out, knowing that they knew I took it.
My friend, guys from my school and I were at my grandparent's house. We all were playing hide and seek tag, it was boys verses girls. My friend and I were the only girls and we hid behind trees and the boys had a golf cart and the parked it to search for us. When they found us my friend took the golf cart while I had to run the boys caught me and all of the boys but one took another golf cart after my friend. The one boy who stayed behind with me gave me a lift back to my grandparent's on a golf cart. When we got to my grandparent's he broke the side mirror on one of the cars and could not fix it. Then we went inside my grandparent's house and went upstairs. we both went to the bathroom in two different rooms and when I got out he was sitting on a bed. He started to ask me questions about food and I said, "shut up about food I don't want it. I want you." Then I kissed him and he pulled me down on the bed and said, "yes." Then we had a make out seseon
The second dream was that we were walking and some black guys in 2 long cars pulled up and started asking us questions and you said that they were trying to rob us so you told me to start moving faster. Then you put me in between you and the cars like you were hiding behind me. Then you grabbed my hand and took off running so fast that I just kinda flew behind you like a kite. Then the robbers caught up to us in between some houses with some other people they were trying to rob. The cornered me and asked for the money in my purse and I was debating on what to give them so they shot me in my right foot. Eventually they let us go. In the dream I told one of the guys that his lips would be perfect for beat boxing
An investigator is trying to find a woman's missing daughter. They finally track down the girls body, buried under a teenage boy and a young boy singing nursing rhymes. The location is in a secluded field behind an elementary school. When the young boy is questioned about the body he says when he came across the girl she was already dead. The older boy says he doesn't remember killing the girl.
I was in an argument with my ex- girlfriend . We were splitting after a 9 1/2 year relationship. We still lived together and I was going to keep the house. She was upset, angry, and mean to me because I hadn't taken care of the mortgage transfer yet. She was yelling at me to either take care of it or that she was keeping the house and that I would be forced to move out. I was upset because I felt like my integrity was being questioned. I awoke feeling anxious but determined to take care of all of my responsibilities because I had already been working on them. I was very impatient with the progress and wanted everything to be completed as quickly as possible.
I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz.
My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students.
We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits.
All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.
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