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I was at my parents house when I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that the lens of my left eye had become cloudy with a thin milky white layer resembling cataract. It impaired my eyesight reducing the vision on the eye to about 50%. Even though I realized that I couldn't remove it, the discomfort i felt as a result of the reduced eyesight made me rub it repeatedly. I walked out of the bathroom and headed to join my family in the garden while feeling concerned about the possibility that it would spread to the other eye and leave me blind.

So I have been continuously having these dreams where I see my ex best friend passing by or repeatedly looking at me. Sometimes she looks mad and sometimes it looks like she doesn't care about my existence. But what is creepy about this dream is them she features in my dreams recurrently, and we never speak.does this dream mean that she might be thinking about me to. Because I get a dream about her every night and it's going to be a year and a half since we had a friendship breakup

A week or so after doing a past life regression video and shortly after my miscarriage. I had a dream about a guy trying to either take my children or harm them(can’t remember exactly which) I only remember knowing I needed to protect my children. I fought with this guy and managed to somehow grab a fork and get on top of him and stab him repeatedly in the neck. It felt so real. I still remember what it felt like. It was tough at first. A little tougher than stabbing a raw steak. And I can still smell the smell of the blood and flesh. I remember the guy being on the taller side and thin and wearing a ball cap and blue jeans and long sleeve shirt with sleeves pushed up. I didn’t know the man. Never seen him before in my life.

Okay... So I was very freaked out by this dream. I'm not depressed... At least I don't think so... But in my dream i was in a white room with no furniture or doors I couldn't actually see the walls but i could tell it was a huge room. I was standing there pointing a gun at my head and I kept pulling the trigger but it never fired. Yet the sound of a gun was loud in my head even though it was also silent (Idk if that even made sense) this goes on for ages. just me repeatedly pulling the trigger with the gun pointed to my head. my eyes looked so lifeless like they were made of glass. Then after a while I stop and I just stand there... for what seems like hours I'm just staring at nothing. Then I slowly point the gun so that it looks like its aimed in front of me and I shoot. then everything goes black. I woke up this morning with the most intense headache... like i had been shot

I was being repeatedly buried alive in a glass top coffan,the last thing i remember before i woke is being dug up by men in suits with black hoods draged into a large black car .we drove really fast we stoped they drug me from the car never saying a word to me ,we where in an air strip i think as they forced me into a plane and into a coffan that was already there,i fiught and fought as they struggle to put the glass top on it knocking a hood off one of the men . The glass top was fasend on as i filled with dispair they all laughed as if they could tell what i was fellingand the man without athe hood was so filled with joy and said it was about time he git to do something so hanus

Walking on an elevated train track, I notice the board where loose. I had to rest and was going through the boards. So I supported myself on the steel pillar. I was not in fear and could see the ground. As I was claiming back up, a Jewish man said don't kill yourself. That is not the way come down. He wouldn't let me explain myself. So I claimed down and went into his shop. He convince me that God loves me, don't kill yourself. I said I am not killing myself I was just tired from walking. He said find a seat repeatedly. A nicely dress Jewish woman and lead me farther inside with her. Everyone in the shop seem very relaxed and nice. We sat down and a food was given to me. Someone reached and took from my plate, so I began to shield my food. But more food was added. And I ate. The jewish lady was tired and place a cotton table cloth on the table to rest her head. Soon she was laying on the table to rest and was joined by others. I felt this was a place I would get feed, have fellowship and find work. I said to the Jewish lady I need to find work. Its was a Jewish community and I felt It was New York.

I dreamt my neighborhood was full of these cops who would follow around people who were working and whip them. There was a man who came to my house and asked if I wanted to volunteer for something. He held a bag full of toys and another mesh green bag with small words, but I can’t remember what it said exactly - I think it was about not guaranteeing what he said. I had suspected he wanted me to work like those people I saw so I declined. The dream suddenly went to my brother’s room and my favorite teacher I used to have saying that she “fought them off” There was also other people I knew. The creepy man was outside and when I went out there he was super aggressive. Other children who looked pretty young were running around and the dream ended with me repeatedly telling him I won’t come with him and him pulling my hands.

I was at my lover's home. We were alone on the second floor. His wife was not at home. There was a staircase that went to a walk-up attic. As we passed the stairs, he said that he smelled something burning, he went up the stairs, opened the door and we saw a substantial fire I attempted to call 911 on my phone, but repeatedly, there was no icon to make the call. I asked him for the address so I could report it to 911. He wrote it down for me. I tried and tried to get the phone to be able to dial out. I could not. My lover has a phone, but he never once attempted to call 911. He just waited for me to do ìt. He was really calm about it and was waiting for me to be able to make the call. He didn't get his phone and attempt to call. Finally, I think that I got through. Then, still, in his house, we were kissing long and standing in the middle of the room, and allow a sudden, he gently but very firmly backed me up against the wall. Then he was kissing my chest and I was holding his head in both hands.

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