Understand My Dreams

Dreams called

I was at my church and I didn't know anyone that was there. It seemed to be medieval times and there was a man there named Mohinder. I immediately became friends with him and he became like a father to me, except that he was no older then 30. I ran around in circles around my church, leaping over hedges and being wild and crazy, then I cam inside a gave him a hug. I remember everything clearly. The musty smell of her shirt and the fresh clean scent of his cologne, the rough feeling of the material, and how strong and yet gentile that his arms felt when they wrapped around me, and the rumble of his chest when he spoke, asking me what I had being doing… I can even hear his soft heartbeat and feel his chin on my head One day there was a commotion at the lake outside the building. Everyone was confused and didn't know what was in the lake. I looked in and saw that it was a giant fist, I could see the ripples around the lake. One fat boy fell in and was eaten. I was scared, but then I felt Mohinder's arms around me and I was comforted. He was holding me on the shore, making sure I didn't fall in. But as the people around us started to panic, it felt like he was holding me tighter and i felt like I might fall. I broke away and ran quickly to my room, ignoring him when he called me back. I stayed in my room for hours until he came and knocked on my door. He explained that he was holding me tighter because he was afraid that the people might start to push us. and it felt like we were falling because I was panicking. I apologized and we continued with life. A while later I was in a pretty white flowered dress, sitting on two rocks that were call the keys. (The locks the the big pile of rocks with two holes in them, and they keys were the little piles that looked at if they would fit into the holes.) I was sitting and drawing and he told me I looked beautiful sitting like that. I was embarrass and I tried to get down, but he told me not to move. “No!” He said. “Just be still… you are beautiful.” It was a while later where knights came to our church. They wanted to go on a ride to check up on some villages where orcs were making trouble. Mohinder let me go with him and the knights, but some of the others were doubtful that I could be of much help and they didn't want me to come. I went anyways. ON the way there, I fell behind and was kidnapped by some slave traders. They traded me to a man who needed help with his merchants cart. I was ordered to be silent, or I would die. Mohinder came and was buying something from the merchant when he saw me, he was startled and tears came into his eyes. But he whispered. “You are beautiful.” even though I was in rags. Then he drew his sword and saved me. I think woke up.

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My dream is about a 3 year old boy, who is my son, asking can he go with his dad for the weekend. He's tall for his age. I told him no because his dad was probably doing something with his girlfriend . I called him "Donny" in the dream, short for Adonis. So he says, "Call him." I told him no & he should call him. Then he says, "Please, Mommy!" I dialed his dad's number & he talked to him & told him that I said he was busy with his girlfriend . he was standing in front of me with a black tank top, boxers, & black socks. He says, "No, daddy doesn't have a girlfriend & that he would be there to pick him up. He then says, "Mommy, can daddy spend the night?" I said yes, that's fine. In the beginning of the dream, I was clearly hurt by whatever his dad did to me, but I'm not sure exactly what he did. Clearly, I was in love with my son's father in the dream. When he gets there, I open the door from sitting on the chaise, & he walks in. He is wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, & black sneakers. In the dream, he is at least 6'4.I could see one of the tattoos on his lower right arm. I knew that he had tattoos in other places, one being on the upper left arm. I looked him up & down, but his face was a blur. I tell my son to go get dressed & he comes out with blue jeans & sneakers on, but he never put on a shirt over his tank top. he asks his dad, "Daddy, can mommy come with us?" I immediately respond no & that we can do something together next weekend. He then begs, "Please, mommy?" His father replies, "Come on baby. Go with us." I get up, get dressed, & we head out. On the way out the door, I ask my son where is his shirt. It was cold outside, & still did not have on a shirt. Finally, I close the door, lock it, & then I wake up from the dream. Recently, I was contacted by an unknown person that says he knows me, so I started talking to him. I have never seen this man before. During this time, I am still having the dream. Three weeks ago, the father of my son's face was revealed to me, & it's the guy that contacted me. Since the face was revealed, I see the mystery guy in the dream. The voice matches, the height, skin complexion, everything. In the dream, I was staring at my son because he looked nothing like me, but identical to this guy. Come to find out, the guy that contacted me is exactly 6'4. I have been having this dream for 6 years. It starts in June & ends in January. No matter what time f day I may be napping, this dreams is always present. I even started pulling letters out of my dream. Unbeknownst to me, these letters collectively make up the dad's last name, which I didn't know until I asked him. Can you tell me what this means?

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I had a dream that I was about to give birth to a little girl. In my dream I had blacked out and awoke in my dream to have already given birth. I was distraught, because while I knew childbirthing was painful, I felt I had missed an important opportunity or milestone in my life. My boyfriend was beside me, and he had told me that I had drank a bottle of wine the night prior, and that's why I was asleep through the process. I had cared for my baby for a while (breastfeeding, cradling, rocking, etc.) and then when I took her to the park with some family, it was as if the child began to grow at a rapid rate before my eyes. First a toddler, then a little older, and so on until the child appeared about 5-7. However, I was still aware she was only supposed to be a couple days old. She hadn't even officially met her father yet! She looked nothing like me or my boyfriend , but I knew she was ours. My boyfriend has near black hair and brown eyes, while I have light brown hair and light brown eyes. My dream daughter had toehead blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She was also really tall (but my boyfriend and I are tall so that part made sense). She was learning how to roll down a hill with some of her new friends made at the park. She was having trouble so I was helping her out, showing how to tuck her legs in and hold her arms forward. After we were done playing at the park, we went home with my mother (her grandmother) and during the way back, my mom had mentioned how my daughter didn't like country music, and I thought that was funny because I too hate country music. As we were about to see Matt (my boyfriend ), I called him saying we were going to visit him and when I was describing how wonderful our daughter was to him I could not stop bawling my eyes out. I woke up before we made it to his place.

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I was the opposite sex and found a gremlin that was trying to murder and eat me, so I kept trying to kill it, but it wouldn't die. I ended up packing it into a backpack with a bunch of stuff I had to get rid of. The gremlin bit my dog, making him evil and corrupt, I had to kill him too. Once my dog was dead, I put him in the bag too. I hurried to put the bag into the trash, but my mom stopped me. I whispered everything to her, knowing the gremlin could hear me if I spoke too loud. My mom called the cops, and they showed up to continuously shoot the gremlin.

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