Understand My Dreams

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I had a dream about me and a lady (like an corrupt FBI agent or something) that were fighting in this building like a hotel, and I ended up winning so I handcuffed her with those toy hand cuffs and left her in a chair with a bomb nearby. She diffused it but did it wrong so it went off and caused a few floors of the building to collapse. I saw this and felt terrible about what had happened so I ran back to the building to help and found a place where they were signing up volunteers and in this place there were a bunch of government officials I met a Sargent and a Naval officer there they asked if I had seen the explosion and were suspicious of me it felt like and I said no I just heard it and ran to come help. So they began to have me fill out a bunch of info in a room that was pretty personal info and some weird random questions then I woke up.

Someone came into the house and into my bedroom while i was sleeping. i didnt move i wasnt scared just didnt move because it was so dark. after the person left my room i jumped up and realized they stole my change jar. I grabbed another jar left our room found the guy in my bathroom and demanded he return the bottle then i hit him with the bottle i was holding. i notoced the bottle he had was near empty only like twenty cents in it and said where is the money? you were just in my room no time elapsed that the money could be gone. he said, please dont hit me again and then said getting the money back would be a tough thing. and then i woke up.

We were destined for each other. We knew each other as kids and something happened and we didn't see each other till we were 16. He was hot. He was angry at me and everyone in our families. He was in this group where they did bad things but it wasn't a gang. Well, the group members took me without him knowing and tortured me. When they were done they sent a video of what they did to me too him and left me there tied up with a gag in my mouth. He found me and untied me and took me home. My family started yelling at me asking how I could be so stupid as to let them take me so I went upstairs. He came up to comfort me. He had me rest my head on his lap. I started to cry and said "No one cares..." He got upset and lifted my head and kissed me repeatedly then said "I care." and looked at the floor. I was shocked. I lifted his head and said "But you said you didn't when you first saw me." He replied, "I was angry. I didn't mean it." His eyes welled with tears and he kissed me again and said "I love you.". Then, I was against a wall and he was taking off my shirt. Then we were in bed, having sex. After that, I was asleep with my head on his bare chest and my aunt came to see if I was ok. He looked at her and said "She's better now." then looked at me sleeping and smiled. The next day, he left the group. Weeks later, we had hung out every minute that we could. Our families thought we were getting too close so they tried to keep us away from each other. One night we snuck out to see each other and we ended up making the decision to run away together. So we went home and packed a few cloths and took all of our money and met up back at the park. He brought his car and we left and never returned.

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This guy I was talking to and I got in his friend's car at the gas station and we were driving. I thought the guy driving was cute so I climbed on his lap while he was driving and started to have sex with him. We were both enjoying it and the dude I was talking to was mad. I wanted to stop but it felt good. The driver ended up ejaculating on the sidewalk and the dude who I was talking to started to jack the driver up by the shirt yelling "why did you do that?" How you gone do that?" The driver just kept saying "I nutted. I nutted."

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