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Dreams lucky

I am on a battlefield people are fighting there are guns, bullets, and other explosives. My boyfriend of 3 years was wounded and he wanted me to kill him. At first I was nervous but I gave in and I shot but he wouldn't die. In this time we were still.talking and laughing but the job still needed to be done I.took a fun to his forehead and pulled the trigger. He died and I couldn't believe it. I was wailing and crying. I tried lifting him up and was hugging and kissing him. But this time he was gone, I couldn't imagine life without him. Finally the dream faded away with me singing to his dead body the song lucky by Jason Mraz, and I woke up crying.

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I was at church in a yard,with three guys nd the pastor was playing with them.he was throwing stones at then,he started throwing stones at me and we ran until i escape.i was walking with my friend three boys started to talk calling me about my crush surname,them i was on my way to church my friend was there waiting for me,children with school uniform where playing in the church yard,then my crush calls me to meet at church but he ask me if i did not steal a cellphone cos someone has lost her cellphone,den i said no.those school children where looking for that stolen cellphone.on my way to meet my crash and my friend i got lost then my friend calls me asking where i was i ask someone and hes told me that tell he that you are at lucky school,and i saw the school too.she told me that i am far away from them i must take another way,on my way i found a man with his family praying he started to jump coz he was demonic i prayed with his family and he started to take sticks out of his eyes

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M a 16 year old girl and i had a dream i woke up in this new house, it was so modern and nice. I woke up and went into my sister and she was acting weird... as in talking slow... she was telling me about going to school and i worked out i went to this 'new' school so i went to get ready and my hair had been cut off short and was blonde. i asked my sister who the hell cut my hair and dyed my hair and she told me, what are you talking about? its been like that for months... So i just figured she was lying and then i went and then i got a message from my friend anthony saying i still think about how unlucky you where... i didnt get it! then my friend zac came over and i asked him why i didnt remember moving in and he was acting really happy that i remembered something! and he told me that 5 months before that me and my best friends were 'high' and we were in a car accident and i got brain damage and i didnt remember anything from that 5 months. my sister didnt act happy for me at all and the only time i saw my dad was when he walked down the hall way.. Why wernt my parents in my dream, why did my sister not care for me? what does this dream mean?

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I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

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