I was back home, in a dark house. The basement door swung open with force and through the darkness, a male figure emerged wearing overalls. The person was invisible and came up to me and embraced me. I was apprehensive and yet the presence seemed familiar. I think I was in my mother's, mother's house. It as an old house, full of the past. June 14, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
You Someone is knocking on the door I go to answer the door with my father that is dead.When I ask who is there 3 times the person doesn't answer May 12, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
Sir once I prayed to god show to me that person is aright one or not .in that dreams i saw my telling my brother. I will get her married. When she goes jobs. Or does ma English and my mother to phoned and told them that he is not interested in my marriage April 21, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
When i prayed to god to show whether this person is right or not I dreamt of my father telling them to wait till another 1year but I like that person April 21, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
Flown by a White Dove past Moon& next Past Sun,then from Sun,we flew a distance as long as 2times from earth to sun whereby we encountered a discending New Earth with only three persons,A man&woman&their son all wearing purple-Robes.After the white Dove released me stand on my own,their Son disappeared leaving me Gazing at the Two persons.End of my dream. July 14, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
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". June 27, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
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. June 27, 2019 > Read Dream Analysis
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