Dreams spy

Being a spy and getting framed by your enemy so you are being hunted by your own agency

Spy

My boyfriend was a psycho killer. He would go everywhere and kill everyone he sees, except me, because he is sweet and kind but only to me. He had security cameras set up everywhere so everyone including the police can see the baby in the water being eaten by the shark. Finally they were able to arrest him and a couple of his friends and they were brought to a mental institution and once you look at them in the window they would seem calm, drawing or walking around but drowsy like zombies. If you try to open the door, they will try to escape. I visited a couple times to say hi. He had his gang that wasn't in the intuition to find me, lock me up in a house with cameras all over, so they went to a dorm at school, pulling girls hair in each room trying to find me. I pretended to have an accent so they wouldn't recognize me, but still managed to find me. They put in a house like the one in the purge. It is a beautiful mansion, but I couldn't escape. He had security cameras set up all over to spy on me and for some weird reason I had magical powers in my dream (like being invisible) but only he and his gang wasn't affected by it. Every time I misbehaved and tried to escape I would just apologize to my boyfriend who told me, "there is no point in trying to escape. If you leave me, I will have no choice but to kill you." The only good part of it was he was easy to trick and manipulate. He bought a whole mall and managed to put it in the house and when I would get lonely would invite people outside to come in but they, like me, could never leave.

I looked like brad pitt and felt like jason bourne. I was a burned spy and in getting revenge on those who burned my i lit them on fire

I was on a train, again. I don’t know where it was going but it was going to take multiple days. They were giving free breakfast at the front of the train and we knew there wasn’t very much so we all rushed and pushed to the table before the pancakes ran out. I was just depending on being fast but I didn’t actually want to push anybody. So by the time people were out of the way there was just enough pancakes for my group. Light, fluffy, but crispy on the outside, covered in icing sugar. I brought them back. Then I went up again to get myself potatoes and eggs.