Dreams book

Was picking up Qjr from school and was walking through a hallway full of little kids, me myself wearing a bookbag because I must’ve left a college class or something. Some arab looking grown-up guy with big almond shaped eyes who appeared to be picking up a child from school too (since he was walking through the hall with a kid) gave me a weird look as he walked by. Another grown-up walking down the hall gave me a weird look as well, assuming because I was a grown man walking through an elementary school wearing a bookbag. Anyway, I went inside a bathroom down the hall to the right and saw Qjr with his bookbag on and wearing a striped shirt, trying to fight his way for a position in front of a stall to pee amongst other jit boys. He stepped in front of this white kid and peed and somehow, he got trickles of pee on his arm, probably from another kid who couldn’t pee straight. I got mad and rushed to clean him up. Woke up.

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".

This is a dream that is re-occuring to me. I am on a bus traveling with notebooks or textbooks. Usually i have a backpack but sometimes i am just carrying the books in my arms. Someone i know eventually gets on the bus. It is also finals in school, so i haven’t got much sleep. Someone asks me if i am ready for the test after they name the subject, i freak out and say i’m not in that class, or i say that i haven’t been into the class forever. I start to sweat and ask to borrow someones notes, i start to cram. The final covers the whole semester and is worth 80% of your grade in which i totally forgot. And i have to pass this class or i will not finish school. Than i awaken and try to figure out if i forgot something or what. I haven’t forgoten much but the dream still freaks me out.

I was at school and my ex was there and some old faces too and I was just walking around campus and meeting everyone and then I was in the cafeteria area alone with just my ex having a private meal and he was acting stupid and I was acting normal and he had this thing and it mocked me and then the scene changed to me opening a door for some girl and a celebrity and then going around campus to find out i lost my backpack and notebook to me looking for it and finding out where it was, from my full real name being announced; I was thinking shit some people don't know my name, as I go by MilaToro for my job in real life right now. And it got announced on the school speaker by a teacher for all to hear; along with my and age that I'm going to be next year and I franticly went to the room and the teacher was there on the steps to enter the classroom and he saw me and gave gave me my stuff and to find out it wasn't my notebook that someone else had it and i thought it was my ex who had it but i kept the notebook anyway. As I’m walking away I told the girl next to me and told her well it's filled with math notes i midst well keep it as i can learn from it. Then it jumped form the school campus grounds to urban ranch styled homes and bulls in the grass fields. I was I guess still looking for my notebook and to the left of the grassy fields was the school outside campus, I was running from street to campus walkways to the grass fields and somehow ended up being chased by multiple bulls and running to jump over the gate into the flowers to be safe the bull was so close to smashing me. It's ironic because the bull I was thinking in my dream was a representation of me , because my horoscope is a Taurus and I'm in the month of May right now in real life and my birthday is 6 days away. Anyway I never finished the area because then I woke up.

I had this dream that i saw this book that was fanfiction and in the book,i saw how i met laharl when i was real little and it was love at first sight and that i've felt like i've met him before disgaea even existed and i was happy with this book i've found and was telling everyone about this book and praised it and told everyone every detail about the story and the chapters,etc and also in the story when i met laharl,i think i gave him a kiss and hw was being tsundere about it and saying that he doesn't like me(which was a lie) and was blushing and then we promised to see each other again someday...