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Hi Please help I had this dream last night it was so vivid I need to know what it means: We were in another state not where we live in a shopping mall watching a movie in individual cubicles on small screens all of a sudden I started vomiting for no reason over myself I had a tie on and I took it off from around my neck I was wearing my leather jacket it got vomit on it I wiped it clean. Then my friend her husband and our kids left as I was not feeling well - my friend called an Uber xl - while we were waiting to leave a guy not overly aggressive tried to abduct my friends husband grabbing him saying your coming with me I gabbed him back saying no he’s coming with us - then the guy pulled out a small blade on my friends husband I tried to calm him down - next minute 2 strangers grabbed the attempted abductor and shot him with a tiny gun in the mouth he was smiling opened his mouth it was a fake bullet on his tongue after a moment they all laughed and it appeared we were in a street theatre thing - so weird - never wear ties Thank you

Last night I dreamt fighting with husband but I end up like I was praying for him casting evil spirit but it seems I was I afraid of him and my 11 yrs old boy came to help me I fought deeper in him praying harder I end up speaking in tongues and he started changing his head beaming a woman with long hair I fought with for a long time he seems to have power than me I could not hold himme I couldn't hold him any longer I left him but I kept on praying commanding what ever was making him to change until he was calm I end up seeing myself at work I saw two people came to me very happy giving me money lots of 200rand and 200rand and everyone followed to give me money but I was just worried I went to check mine at the bank only white paper came endless then I counted the money people gave me it was about 5000

A ship, the colors and patterns of my room floats in on the shore, the people are docking it. Later theres a girl arguing with someone upset they're not going to make it to New Orleans. I escape and with me are two other people, one of them I sense is a friend, the other my rescue. We go out on a balcony overlooking the water under the moonlight, there are two water serpents or dragons, we both slither our tongues at each other. The friend is making comedic commentary, though I can't place who they are, as if there is a veil around my eyes. We go inside, he follows me frantically taking me up into his arms. It is only now that I noticed I'm wearing a backless velvet dress, like one I've thrifted before. He said he likes it, asking me if my mother made it. I look deeply into his eyes... We are dancing very close I can feel him, our hips and groin rubbing together. We're getting married he said, but I plea that I am already married, as my eyes dart towards the door.

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".

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