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I was visiting my sister in Manhattan with the boys and she took us to this tiny little school desk and said she was moving there. Then she showed me a house that was falling apart and said Eddie was living there and it was a wreck and you decided it was time to separate. Then she told me she bought two horses and couldn't wait to show them to us. I literally said in the dream, how can you live here? And she were like, I just rented it. And the other house was falling down, like no roof and shit! And you were saying how Eddie got a good deal on it but she was like nope And he was going to fix it up but she didn't think that would ACTUALLY happen. She took me into the attic and said see, they don't even have legal light bulbs!

Last night, I had a dream and I was with two other persons and we were at a place like an office environment not a place I am familiar with. Then a man called prof. came and led us to another place. Then he took us into a lift and we stood with our head fixed to a compartment of the lift that we did not see each other but when the lift took off we were riding in the open across a very big ocean in extremely fast speed with our heads turned upside down but when we approach the destination our heads were turned upright and we landed on our feet at the shore. we landed like from a parashot and prof. who led us walked away and in search for him I met a woman who said I should wait for a room to be free for her to prepare for me to settle but I could not locate the other persons I came with nor prof. although I saw a lot of people at the place either standing and smiling at me or chatting on their phones and I was there to work for three weeks so I ask the lady whether there wasn’t alternative transport except for only that lift to connect the two places and she said yes.

Last night, I had a dream and I was with two other persons and we were at a place like an office environment not a place I am familiar with. Then a man came to lead us to another place and they called him Prof. Then he took us into this lift and we stood with our head is something fixed a compartment of the lift as part of the lift design took the lift took off and our head turned downward with so much speed and but when we approach the destination our head were up again and our feet back and were pass through an a very big ocean. When we were arriving, we drop like landing from a parashot and prof. walked away and in search for him I met a woman who said I should wait for a room to be free for her to prepare for me to settle but I could not locate the other persons I came with nor prof. although I saw a lot of people at the place either waiting or chatting on their phones and I was there to work for three weeks so I ask the lady whether there wasn’t alternative transport except for only that lift connecting the two places and she said yes. I took over an organisation where some of the staff do not comply to rule and regulation and always undermining authority. I also have pressure to secure a partnership for my work and the institution i have contacted is very slow in concluding the deal

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

Was in my room in the attic, sitting on my bed. I turn my head and see a baby dragon jump in through the window. The Dragon was purple with lime green spots. It ended up growing bigger and uglier until it was bigger than my house. Then me and my brother moved to a hotel and joined a crowd of random people to catch the dragon. We followed it to the pool where their was a net over the pool and the dragon landed on the net, catching it and we accidentally made it drown and I cried

We were in a house. A tall house almost apartments. I was with a Mafia and another person. The Mafia was looking at another Mafia with his backup crew with them. But in my dream, I felt like a man and I was doing the old-fashioned way of a brick wall. and we were talking and I remember what he exactly said, "Don't look at them or else they'll think I'm paying you..." so I turned around, I was squatting by the way, and took the materials, with was cement but looked like white clay and water. and starting grabbing a little bit and then he said he wanted to do it, but played it on his shoes. I think

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

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