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Very gruesome dream i ever dreamt in these days…so cruel and harsh..it just came at a point of our life…We just shifted to a new home in the neighbour city to where we are living..we took an apartment to live in which is so economic..actually it went on good for while that we are playing inside and outside the lawn with the neighbors but….i got to know that some thing is going wrong..i noticed someone is trying to produce an report of witness that there is a bomb inside the apartment we are living…i found it pretty serious for a minute and got into my work later..but the morning…the housewarming function is going on..and something ticked my mind to not to stay in that place more..so.everyone is participating in the function except my aunt…she went away far from the apartment and i am letting my sister to take her away to the safe zone…down to steps ,when i came there i am in perplexion watching a secret code hanged with a witness stating that there is bomb inside the apartment and the word is “NAIL THROUGH” …i asked my aunt whether she knew about that..she said that uncle said me to be in safe zone i already knew that there are bombs to be detonated in the apartment..my inner voice said to what a whore she is..how can be so lavish not intimating everyone about such a dangerous matter…and the explosion started..bombs are being blasted with a huge sounds and our eyes filled with confusion about where to be..the bulding is totally being blasted and the some tiny parts of it are falling on us..and let my mom and sister pulling them to the safe zone more and more..we are recently became citizens of that new city we dont know where to go..we pulled our two wheelers and going out of that area…my mom with dad and my sis on my bike..we are trying to turn around and around..and how ever we are coming to the same place where the building is blasted ..finally we went to police station …. iam frigtened as the people who blasted the apartment are arrested and kept that station..i wondered how dad can take such a stupid decision of going to the police station…and that too ..so big the way ..we didnt directly went to chamber of the inspector..dad took us with a huge luggage to a place where the criminals are hanged and later to the place where the cops keep the corpse of the criminal and pray for the peace of criminal’s soul and then we are at the inspector..dad was so unclear about that and in mean while i took my sister to somewhere hoping atleast about her safety…in the way i noticed my friends (girls) ..they to noticed me and hello ed me..but when i tried to introduce my sister to them they ignored her..s o i left them to their fate and proceeded to my way…then something ticked them and all the girls starting for an attempt to be introduced to my sister …this time i ignored them and they all became dull for doing that..i can see fear in their eyes..but i didn’t moving from that place.. and kept my sister in the safe place..now iam free..now..i noticed a shore of river and it is beautiful now with a lighting..the river was so cool and calm …..the lighting kept in the river was cool and peace…i donated a coin to the beggar and i got a few friends who are extremely new to me..there.

I went to Bangladesh for the third time with my parents. At this time I am around 22 years old. I see this guy that I remember from the second visit. We start talking and he becomes very flirtatious. My family hold a party at the house and we all gather around the dining table. There is a guy I have never seen standing in the doorway staring at my. The women ask when im getting married but I say im only getting married to a guy born in England. Soon enough the mystery guy starts talking to me and he speaks to me in english much to my liking. We begin a relationship and he proposes to me.

In my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

In real life, I am a brunette, but in my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

I dreamed that me and people of my family and some family friends went to a store to look around and later found to that there is a concert of one of my favorite opera Italian band. so we went to the concert and later it's been off because of the noise. so me and my dad left and i told him we should go back for my family and to take photo with the band. so when we returned to the concert, the line wasn't that long and waited to stand near with my favorite boy in the group. but i sadly i woke up when i got near that person.

We are hugging, wrapped in each others arms, feeling safe, feeling whole. The energy is so passionate, so pure and so strong that it is nearly tangible. My eyes are closed and I'm pressed up against him, feeling his heart beat, the rise and fall of his chest, his strong arms around me; I melt into him. I focus, and feel - the feeling we've known before, that we've shared before. It is a complete high, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I feel our energy transfer, as if each cell has found its reciprocal messenger, has become fully charged, and begins to transform us into a unit, more powerful and strong than two separate entities. I am just taking in the moment, so content we have found each other again, so grateful that after all we've been through, after a horrible falling out, we could see past it and identify our true feelings. I hold on to him so tightly because I want this moment to last forever, I want to absorb it all. I hold him so close, afraid to let go- as if afraid that if we should disconnect physically, we will drift apart and will have to struggle to find our way back again. My head is tucked on his shoulder, he leans his head back so I readjust and my eyes meet his. He is silent for a moment as we just connect. Our eyes are bright, full of love and life. Finally, he breaks the silence and says 'Do you realize how much I love you?' almost with a hint of sadness knowing we had lost our way. With that simple phrase, although he doesn't verbalize it, there is a mutual understanding, a mental communication that he doesn't just mean 'I love you' but also that he has missed me, that he's genuinely sorry for the hurt we both felt. I squeeze him a little tighter as the corners of my mouth curl up and slowly reveal a familiar grin, wide and pure. I reply 'Well, you came back didn't you?' We hug each other even tighter and he whispers in my ear 'I never really left'.

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