Was solving mystery about teacher who was using human flesh to make protein shakes and he made sweets to feed to his students made from the corpse. Me and a couple of friends also Justin Bieber and Asap Rocky were paired together. I am yelling at the teacher calling him a murderer then security is called and I am being chased but I am running slowly so I stall trying to shove cakes in their faces. Then an athlete at my school whose in my 5th hour class is dry humping me to Rihanna.
My dream is about a 3 year old boy, who is my son, asking can he go with his dad for the weekend. He's tall for his age. I told him no because his dad was probably doing something with his girlfriend . I called him "Donny" in the dream, short for Adonis. So he says, "Call him." I told him no & he should call him. Then he says, "Please, Mommy!" I dialed his dad's number & he talked to him & told him that I said he was busy with his girlfriend . he was standing in front of me with a black tank top, boxers, & black socks. He says, "No, daddy doesn't have a girlfriend & that he would be there to pick him up. He then says, "Mommy, can daddy spend the night?" I said yes, that's fine. In the beginning of the dream, I was clearly hurt by whatever his dad did to me, but I'm not sure exactly what he did. Clearly, I was in love with my son's father in the dream. When he gets there, I open the door from sitting on the chaise, & he walks in. He is wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, & black sneakers. In the dream, he is at least 6'4.I could see one of the tattoos on his lower right arm. I knew that he had tattoos in other places, one being on the upper left arm. I looked him up & down, but his face was a blur. I tell my son to go get dressed & he comes out with blue jeans & sneakers on, but he never put on a shirt over his tank top. he asks his dad, "Daddy, can mommy come with us?" I immediately respond no & that we can do something together next weekend. He then begs, "Please, mommy?" His father replies, "Come on baby. Go with us." I get up, get dressed, & we head out. On the way out the door, I ask my son where is his shirt. It was cold outside, & still did not have on a shirt. Finally, I close the door, lock it, & then I wake up from the dream. Recently, I was contacted by an unknown person that says he knows me, so I started talking to him. I have never seen this man before. During this time, I am still having the dream. Three weeks ago, the father of my son's face was revealed to me, & it's the guy that contacted me. Since the face was revealed, I see the mystery guy in the dream. The voice matches, the height, skin complexion, everything. In the dream, I was staring at my son because he looked nothing like me, but identical to this guy. Come to find out, the guy that contacted me is exactly 6'4. I have been having this dream for 6 years. It starts in June & ends in January. No matter what time f day I may be napping, this dreams is always present. I even started pulling letters out of my dream. Unbeknownst to me, these letters collectively make up the dad's last name, which I didn't know until I asked him. Can you tell me what this means?
Today, June 4th, is the 24th anniversary of the brutal massacre in the center of Beijing, where troops with tanks and assault rifles cracked down on student protesters who opposed the government and had set up camp in Tiananmen Square. So many details are still shrouded in mystery that even the death toll remains unclear, and unconfirmed. Several hundred are believed to have been killed.
Air Jordan 9
It's a puzzle.
That I've never seen the front of.
It's a puzzle.
That's a mystery to all but one.
It's a puzzle.
That is much bigger than me.
I look at the other pieces,
Connected.
Sitting snugly within
Their own places.
And then I see the hooks.
The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands.
They hurt.
But they're the only way
To stay.
To connect.
How I wish I could unscrew the hooks,
And fall to the floor,
To be kicked under the cabinet.
But I'm afraid.
That if I let go,
The pieces around me will let go.
That if I let go,
There will be a rippling effect.
That will darken my corner of the puzzle
And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place.
The hooks hurt my hands.
They always have my attention.
Pulling. Bleeding.
But they'll stay screwed in,
Holding on to my place.
My place in the puzzle.
I meet with a childhood friend and decide to go back to my childhood home. In my childhood home, my old black horse (which I sold is in the garden), and it seems she has been living in my old shed. I groom her with my friend, but when I put her back in the shed, I go to clean it out because its dirty but every time she tries to kick me. My friend suggests I go home while she invites a party to the old house. I decide to stay in spite of my friends wishes, and meet a boy my age who I have never seen in real life. I can't remember his face either but I know I saw it. Suddenly the police arrive, and me and the boy jump over the garden gate holding hands and run from the police who are chasing us. We never stop holding hands. Suddenly I ran so fast that I begin to fly, and I let go of the mystery boys hand. I fly over the police officers and around the countryside. Suddenly I remember the boy, so I try to get back to him. I struggle trying to land, but he is on top of a hill while I'm in a field with people wearing black hoods. Suddenly I see him fly, so I fly up to join him and we hold hands again. We fly around, when we come to a city, and people look up in shock because we are flying. I see mother and aunty, whom ask what I am doing, but I can't remember the response I gave them. I ask my mother to hold my bag while I join hands with the boy once more. We take off in flight, but I kick off my shoes before hand. Suddenly everyone in the city seems to be flying. We spot a homeless woman who cannot fly, so we help her, but every time we begin to fly she crys out in pain so we set her down and take off once more. I begins to snow, and the city looks beautiful. I turn to kiss the boy, but he sticks his tongue out and makes a joke of it. I go to kiss him again, and if almost reluctantly he kisses me back. I am confused but not disheartened. We land in a college, and I ask him something and he replies his school was very small, and you don't need the fancy education if you just opened your eyes and listen. I agree, and mention that some people pay thousands for school whilst some pay nothing, and we all still end up on the same path. We go up a flight of stairs, open a door, and that's when the dream ends.
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I've recently been getting anxiety about certain things. My mind would be messing with me, making me think things like "you may be friends with all the kids in your school but what if they're fake?" or things like "they all hate you". My mind would also randomly dig up things in the past just to point out evidence that all my so called friends are "fake" and it would kill me inside. I didn't want to talk about it to my friends or anyone because my mind would also make me think that it would make me a "toxic" and "needy" person. My mind would dig up all my past mistakes and make me think I am a villan to everyone, and that I was also a human parasite. I just kept fighting it and I didnt tell anyone about it. The weirdest thing is that everything has been going well for me and I dont have any quarrel with anyone at my school.
But I cant help but have this dream.....
I was at a fair full of people and even all the kids at my school, and strangers and other people. I would run into a friend and greet them, but all of them reacted negatively. ALL of the friends would.
For example: The first friend, we were good friends but not super close you know. I went up to her to greet her but she seemed confused, creeped out, like she didn't even remember me. Like all the good memories of me and her were just.. gone.
The second friend, was my best friend I've known for 5 years. In real life she had curly, long hair. But in this dream her hair was straight and medium length. So next, I went up to the second friend, complimented her hair, then have her a hug. She shoved me away and said I was creepy and that everyone at the school thought the same way.
The weirdest thing is. I was known to be the "popular but kind" Kid that was friends and cool with everyone. This dream felt so real.
After I met her in the dream, I would try to meet one school friend after another. They would all just act like they don't remember me and that I was a stranger. I greeted all the friends I knew. and they all traded me in an unfriendly way.
Then this one kid that I didnt know of, appeared in my dream and just yelled out things like "Why do you even think that people like you? whats wrong with you?? Why are you so creepy everyone hates you!" Things like that. and I replied with things like "I dont understand..... I thought I was friends with them"
We had a argument then mystery girl attacked me. I hit her in the face and pushed her off. Then I ran to a corner to pick up a high heel boot. She ran and tried to tackle me, then the lights went out and it was pitch black. I used the heel of the boot to hit her in the head repeatedly and get her off of me, then the lights were back on.
The mystery girl was gone. There was nothing but a boot and blood on my hands. A teacher runs up to me and yells at me "Why did you do this?!?!?" And I just replied with "There's no such thing as real friends" and then I woke up.
Crying more than I needed to. And now I have to know what it all means. like why was i at the fair?!?! why did all my friends turn against me? Why did I kill someone for self defense?
I'm in a house that I do not know. I'm with my family and a boy I like. Something feels wrong like something bad is about to happen so we all have to find a safe shelter in this mystery house. Than a tornado comes. We all live. Than with the same guy I like we are on an Island searching for higher ground because a volcano is about to irrupt, but it never does.
I had a dream that I was hanging out with a mystery guy and I wanted to have sex with him so I broke up with my boyfriend . Later that night the mystery guy turned into one of my best friends and we started having sex with a female too. In the end I started to fell really bad about my decisions and begged for my boyfriend back.
Understand My Dreams