Dreams parents

My parents are studying in Dakar town in Senegal when I was born in February 27th 2004. I am Nérice Diass MARIZA a girl of 17 old from Burundi.As my father cross a long way from Bujumbura to Dakar I hawe a dream every night to cross along way from Bujumbura to Milhaukee to study and in my dream I always see the Liberty Monument Email: marineridiass@gmail.com

Dreaming about your dead husband taking me to my parents home then telling me he is leaving me for someone else

My hookup meeting my parents

I dreamt that I discovered I had an adopted brother and sister my entire life, but my parents had never introduced them as that to us so I never realised. It happened really suddenly that I was at home in New Cross, in my room but as an adult, and I think I'd heard some news story about adoption and it had made me think- I wish I had adopted siblings. And all of a sudden it came over me that I did. I'd had an adopted brother this whole time and I had never realised / put 2 and 2 together. I collapsed in tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I ran to where my mum and sister Joanna were tidying away clothes and tried to help and ask questions but I could barely function. My adopted brother was there too - he was a tall, handsome Asian man, very gentle and kind. I asked my mum and dad questions - it turns out they adopted two children, a Polish girl (who was not as close, a difficult adoption it seemed) and this Asian boy, who we had always grown up with and never questioned why. I asked my dad why they never explained to us: "because your mother said you children might not accept / try to sabotage them if you saw them as competition, so decided it was better to not say anything at all." This was classic my parents' approach to parenting- not trusting the kids and keeping their own confidences. I ran away from the room and as I ran I kept collapsing in floods of tears. My whole sense of being and understanding of who I was felt shaken, but I was also overwhelmed with love and affection for this sibling I had never recognised as such. The whole time he was there, quietly and gently present, aware of the emotional roller coaster I was going through and I had hugged him many times in tears already, and apologised for not knowing sooner. I ran upstairs - collapsing in piles of tears alof the way - back to my bedroom where he was in the bed and threw myself into his arms in the darkness and in my tears. I woke up then, not 100% sure if the love I expressed in that moment was more than that for a brother. It was possibly the relief of finding a soul mate. I dreamt this after an argument with my brother who earlier that day said he could not help me / give me advice about my relationship with Ben. I was very hurt and cried a lot - similarly completely overwhelmed / isolated. I felt quite betrayed by him in that moment. He has always been my closest confidante.

I was vacationing with my parents at a beach house that we used to visit, and I had brought my computer bag filled with a single change of clothes and some other things; because I have to travel back and forth to uni so in the event that my mum and I get storm stayed we're not outta clothes. I was complaining about how we were staying there for a week and I only have a single set of clothes. In actuality I wanted to make it sound like I only had the clothes on my back because it was incredibly sudden that we went out there and I didn't have a chance to grab my laptop. But my mum casually hand waved it off saying that we could just wash and dry them there...except no because they didn't have a washer and the only "dryer" was a clothes line. So at a stalemate I just decide fuck it, I'm teleporting back home and getting my computer and some clothes proper. I place down a slightly glowing orange symbol in the room I was staying at so I could more easily warp back here and jumped trying to teleport myself back to my house. I wasn't successful though and it was at that point that I realized that I hadn't placed a marker in my room at home either. The shade of the orange symbol was a proper orange, and the symbol was kinda like a solid colored heart with a thick lined circle around it I think. It wasn't even that big either, about the size of your average coaster. Anyways my cousin and aunt, who were apparently staying with us, come in and telling them of my plight it turns out I could use my cousin to warp to their house, and then work my way back home. So I pick up a book that has like maps of streets and interconnecting streets in the general are, so I manage to jump to their house, landing in my cousin's room. And wouldn't you know there's a symbol kinda like mine but in a deep blue...except it wasn't that my cousin also could teleport; it was more like it was a place of returning.