Dreams secret

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".

Everytime when I'm in trouble in a dream, I fly to a secret place but the place looks demonic sometimes it looks good. Every time before I fly I count 3 times them I dont talk and end up being there

First it was my crushes birthday and our families were together to celebrate which never would happen because my parents haven’t even met his parents and they aren’t close. But Miguel that’s his name wanted me to fulfill one of his childhood dreams, then I was on a secret mission and jumped into water which was considered my brake from the mission. I saw sharks so I swam to shore. Then I was reunited with my old soccer team and it felt like I was back home. Then I was on my bike in the rain, it was late and I lied to my parents about where I was going, as soon as I began to text Miguel about where he was so I could fullfill his childhood dream, I woke up.

I was wandering on a cruise ship and I found a secret room on the deck. Inside it, there was a beautiful but terrifying black panther. I looked at it in awe but was afraid of it so circled to the back of the room and the panther escaped out of the room and ran around the deck of the ship. The panther ended up mauling someone to death. The cruise ship security guards went searching for the guilty party who let the panther out of the room, but they did not catch me. I was able to lie my way through it and get away with everything, but I felt guilty and sad about the innocent person that died.

A friend and Kim kardashian had a secret baby together and they kept drugging me to keep their secret a secret. I then found out and covered for them both.