Understand My Dreams

Dreams cheeks

My dream started at watching an open air stadium like with so many peoples (they were all over the mountains around due to over capacity of stadium) it was winter and snow had covered all over the mountains I was shocked to see that many people watching. (i don't know what that kind of game/play/match or show was it) the next scene was the end of the game and all people were on their way to exit. and outside was a train/subway station. (which actually was just located within the street!) I saw lots of people trying hard to ride the train. suddenly there was a passenger train at my back I ran so it wont hit me. (I knew after a few meters it will change line so i was safe) but when i looked back again there was another train (freight train) at approaching to me and i was sure this one won't change line because it's not gonna pickup any passengers! all i was able to do was to lie down beside the rails and keep my head safe with my hands, luckily the train was high enough that it barely hit my body. after that there were to boys running toward me and helping me (one of them a little shorter than other) we were best of friends in my dream. (but in reality i really don't know them) we were safe and after running for a while we were in a public are a mall or something. they almost lie down on a couch beside each other and i was sitting next to them trying to catch our breaths. they both were really caring for me but the short one was showing his real feeling towards me with his best, I really knew he had feelings for me but my attention was on the taller boy (I had feelings for him, and it was hurting me to see he is not even a little bit interested on me as a lover rather than being just a friend!) after a short talk the shorter boy left us for few minutes (to grab a water i think). it was the time that I looked to the boy I really liked and bravely asked him "don't you love me?!" that question made him to turn his head to me and look directly into my eye silently, then he noticed a small piece of wood at the back of my thigh (I think i got it when the freight train was passing on top of me) so instead of answering my question he said what happened to my thigh, I told him it was nothing special, but he insisted to check it he was able to remove the piece of wood which was hurting my skin there, then he pressed a clean tissue paper on my skin. when our eyes met again he knew I still was waiting for an answer so he softly said "just because i don't show how I feel for you it doesn't mean that I don't love you." that answer made me smile and happy. then he suddenly was at my back embracing me from back he leaned and his his face was beside mine and our cheeks touching each other which made my smile broader. then the other boy was back; I could see the sadness in his eyes when he saw us in that position because that was the time he knew I had not feelings for him as the way he had for me and we won't be more than friends for each other. and i had to woke up to go to school!

I was sitting at home, reading. All of a sudden, my mom came in crying, telling me that Alex Kavalchuk, a man who I am very close to and very much in love with, had died in a bombing at his Air Force base in South Korea. We flew to his home state, New York, to attend the funeral. It was an open casket service, and when I peered in to see his face one last time, it was grotesque, the cheeks were caved in, his mouth was frozen open in a scream of horror, and it looked like he had died in complete agony.... I reached in to touch his disfigured cheek one last time, then woke up right as my fingertips made contact.

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

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