Dog loving me. Food court. Saint. Hidden road. Opening many doors.
Being at home and partner having dominating sex with other woman who is really enjoying the sex , him saying how good it was but she doesn’t teact to his dirty talk in the right way so he is going to find another person for sec and to be a submissive , feeling this needs to be hidden
I had dream last night... I stand up highest hill where the sky was open all around me. I'm looking up at the sky at night starring at the stars brights as diamonds. I see a shooting star in the sky splitting it's way through the horizon and I beleive its an angel and is going to complete a task. I hear " Come to prayer", I put my hands up and make Dua for Love. I finish my prayer and look up straight and I see a man standing infront of me with a distance of more or less 5 from me. He says "Your prayer was accepted". Then we lookup at the sky again.
He is a young man, close to my age, In white cloths with dark hair, light skin, taller then me, medium build.
"I seek ability by virtue of Your power, and I ask You of Your great bounty. You have power, I have none. And You know, I know not. You are the Knower of hidden things in my hearts, and you are the one who makes prayers come true, you know before I ask for, you know what's best for me, O Allah, I seek what is good for me.
O Allah, if in Your knowledge, it is good for me both in this world and in the Hereafter for my life, make it easy for me, and bless it for me. And if in Your knowledge it is bad for me and for my religion for me both in this world and the next, then turn me away from it, and make it easy for me to bear the burden, so I be pleased with it."
I finish my prayer abd look to my rught abd there us a mab standing. He had heard my prayer abd he says your prayer is accepted.
I was in a big family and we were all being murdered by some with a doppelganger who used mirrors. I was a little bit. I also had a dog who was almost killed by having a leash stuck in a door. I was hidden in a secret room right before I woke up and the man who helped me in the secret room was killed immediately after helping me like a sacrifice. I woke up in a big panic and felt like my nose was full of blood but there was none.
Dreamed of police showing up at my house and start searching the place. They found two bags of weed I don’t know about hidden in the wall
I was in a Big House. Alone. I was searching For a door Hidden. I did not know what I was searching For. Not a door to the outside, but a door to find more information. Then a good looking man came. We had sex and I forgot about the door or information I was searching For. i had the Feeling, that he was all the answer I was searching for all the time.
I was in a Big House. Aline. I was searching For a door Hidden. I did not know what I was searching For. Not a door to the outside, but a door to find more information. Then a good looking man came. We had sex and I forgot about the door or information I was searching For. i had the Feeling, that he was all the answer I was searching for all the time.
My crush as a king and me as a hidden intruder
Dead sister is still alive and husband is keeping her hidden from family.
I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard.
But what was it? I had to look closer.....
A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight.
As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico.
Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans.
But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.
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