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I was driving to get my car washed when I ended up at my Mechanic's place. In my dream she is my mechanic but in real life i don't know her. She jokes around with me saying I can't just show up to her place and expect service right away, that I had to wait (she joked because there was no one else at the place). I was about to say that I was in my way to get the car washed when I stopped myself and asked her out. She smiled and said yes. Then I woke up. One other thing - she was blond and I don't usually go for blonds.

I was going to a shop and visiting. In the dream it seemed as if ive been there awhile. Talking to mechanics and staff. The owner knows my dad. One day the owner walked up to me, he was sweating as if he just worked out, pushed me to the door and shoved me out. I never did anything. The man who pushed me out resembled my old hogh school gym teacher. White guy, balding and muscular. I went back to talk to him but he did not talk to me. I spoke with a woman then a few of the mechanics i befriended came to defend me. I woke up.

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. It was with this that I realized he was a mechanic. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.

We are in a car. The car breaksdown. There's an old mechanic shop and they fix it. While that is happening there's this lake with an island and people walk on the water to get to the island. Out of no where this figure comes. It runs across the lake and I realize it's a moose. The moose sees me and runs at me I think it's cute but then I'm intimidated and the moose chases me until I realize he's sweet. Then we walk into the sun with him holding my hand in his mouth.

I was in a dark forest at night, and there was a big lake. In the lake was a dragon. No one else knew about it but it trusted me and came out of the water to see me and I fed it. A man in a car showed up and demanded to see the dragon but I insisted that it didn't exist, and the dragon hid. Finally the man left and I watched him drive away, and the dragon came out to see me. I climbed on its back and we raced through the forest. By the time we found a clearing it was light out. There were people and little buildings and a house that had mechanical doors, twisting gears connected to wood. I went inside to find a man, an old inventor that I somehow knew. The dragon knew him too but he stayed outside, the hallways being too small for a dragon to fit through. The inventor emerged with my aunt, who I was surprised to see, but he reassured me that he only created her to look like my aunt because he fell in love with her. I wanted him to help me keep the dragon safe out in the woods because people were starting to catch on that he lived near the lake. He agreed, and it felt like the start of an adventure.

I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

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