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Me and a friend were standing outside near a parking lot near my sons school and a car rolled into a parking spot but did not have a driver. i noticed this and exclaimed "What if there is a bomb in that car" at which point the car exploded. I frantically began looking for my son. He appeared through the smoke walking towards me in only a diaper. He is eight. He was very afraid and would not let me go. In the dream I was shown a flashback of what had happened to him after the explosion. My son was saving people by dragging them and laying them all in a row one after another. At the head of the dead people he was placing the severed head of a white horse that he wore himself while dragging their bodies.

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I was at school watching a movie. I sudenly stood up and went to the toilet. There was a girl watching me when I was in the toilet. I ran out of the bathroom and I saw someone walking in a black hoody with BTS on it. I jumped on his back. But it was not the girl from the bathroom it was a beautiful asian gay who was a singer. We walked hand in hand. we sat on a bank and sudenly he gave me a note and left. on this note was his Phone number and he asked me to go to his concert

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I heard my son, who had not spoke to me or seen me in six months, he was at the front door with his daughter and his girlfriend whom i have never met i open the door for them hearing him say i probably wont open the door for him when i peeked out the window and seen it was him i was very happy and surprise when i let him in i went to give him a hug but he walked away from me he kept his head cocked so he wouldnt look at me at the same time he was walking around like everything was okay i was trying to get his attention and his daughter was saying hello to me but i was trying to see what was wrong with my son

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I dreamed I was in a desert with a camel, and we were walking through the vast sandy expanse, and sometimes rocks would rise from the ground and seep water. Eventually the camel stopped drinking the water, saying that it wanted a pond. We wanted further, going for an oasis, but the camel's humps started to shrink. It tried the stone water a couple more times, but just wouldn't have it. Eventually it couldn't go any further, and laid down. I continued on, and eventually found an oasis. I dnt back to find the camel, carrying a bucket of water. The camel wouldn't drink from the bucket, even when I said it came from a pond, and eventually it died, and I continued on alone until I woke up.

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I was dropped off at a hotel with my ex-wife. I was sitting on a bench waiting for something and I got up for a second to find my ex-wife having sex in the hall with an unknown white man. She had clothes on and he was naked. She stops and walks off and the man chases after her. She doesn't turn back and keeps walking out the dream with the unknown man running behind her. I walked into my girlfriend 's room and my bestfriend appeared behind me. My girlfriend gets up out the bed and walks out the room smiling with another older woman laughing walking out with her. I was going to walk out following them, but I had to put socks on. I grabbed a pair of my socks to put on but one sock did not fit. There was 3 socks and I tossed the sock that did not fit. I determined that it was my girlfriend 's sock. When I tossed the sock it landed on the edge of a red bucket of water.

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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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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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