Understand My Dreams

Dreams with him

I had a dream I was pregnant for a short while and once I began actually going into labor I noticed it was incredibly easy. There was nothing painful, difficult, or intense about it. There were no complications or struggles and the labor went by so fast that it was unreal. The baby was here and it was a little boy. I was happy and I loved the little boy. Only after I had him did I find out that I actually had a total of three biological sons. A family I didn’t recognize came to see me and told me I had two older sons. I looked at the two boys; they were not yet adults, but older adolescents. I looked at them and had no recollection of carrying them or even going through labor twice in my past but I knew these boys were my sons. I never knew how or why I lost them it was never explained to me. The woman in this family seemed to be their care-taker or maybe she wasn’t even really a woman, maybe she was really a guardian Angel; nevertheless she had my two sons and though they may have never seen me, as I was sure I had never seen them, they were comfortable letting me be their mother again. In the process of this revelation I was able to give my two sons new names as if reclaiming my ownership over them and in this order called them Daniel and Paul naming the older one first. I didn’t understand exactly what was going on but without words ever being spoken or exchanged I understood that my two sons couldn’t be given back to me right now, however, I was given unspoken confirmation that they would eventually return to me soon. I then took the little boy I had just given birth to, gave him a name, then raised and nurtured him. He grew up under my care; I loved him, kept up with him, and protected him. In the dream no matter where I went he was always there and never too far away from me. I had not yet had my two older sons returned to me but I always knew it would happen soon, so I was comforted. In the mean time I had my third son and I was pleased.

It started in the country in a house looked like a priest had studied there also like a mass murder took place,i was there walking exploring with my 2 daughters and a few other ppl i didnt know then more ppl showed up and a handsome man walked right up to me saying i was the one ,,,,i was to have his babyit would b satans baby i was scared asked to gather my thoughts for a moment and found myself in a room where i noticed a priests coat in the pocket was a few rosarys with just brown rope i took them hopeing they were blessed went and slipped my daughters both one the other i held in my fist went back and the ppl with him were all waiting to watch i said to him plez do this alone he made them leave except one man as he was having sex with me i prayed in sielence then a grl about 2 yrs old appeared next to me brown curly hair with bright blue eyes but then dissappeared he was angry didnt understand and said if i wouldnt give him the child then he would take one of my daughters i then woke up this is not good i havent remembered any dreams sence my son passed away 5 yrs ago ,what is going on and why is Satan trying to come to me in my dreams

I was on an island in a big city like San Juan, Puerto Rico. I lived there, and this beautiful man named Jermaine was there with me. It felt amazing to be around and with him. We communicated perfectly, effortlessly, often without a word. We were running, surfing and swimming together through the streets over hills and past houses and lights. My twin sister was with us. Suddenly I lost track of them and I was searching for them. I somehow went down a path that had lions - male lions only - behind barbed wire/chicken wire fences, which wouldn't really hold them back. One charged me and I backed up. I backed up all the way to the streets again, but I was alone.

I was riding in a tiny canoe with my imaginary crush, Leo Valdez. It was overcast, the sky gray and the lake gray, as well. We were canoeing in a lake surrounded by trees, and as we rowed along, I saw hooded black figures sprinting across the land, and I also saw Pope Francis giving a blessing to a child. Leo and I docked our boat on the shore, and as soon as we got off of the boat, a few of the cloaked black figures swooped in and snatched up Leo. They ran away with him, and somehow, I had enhanced agility, and so I was able to climb the trees without anyone noticing. After a while, however, I saw Pope Francis, again. He looked up and saw me, and beckoned for me to come down. I did. He asked me why I looked so troubled, and why I was hiding in that tree. I explained to him my situation. He nodded, touched my forehead, and said, "Do not fear, child. You are now blessed by God." I quickly thanked him and ran away, because I saw the black-clothed people, and this time , they had knives and guns. I ran to the lake, and on the other side, I saw Leo, and he smiled at me.

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