Understand My Dreams

Dreams tailor

An old friend who i haven't seen in almost sixteen years "not an ex, just a friend" was standing on the opposite side of the road, I thought she needed a ride so I pulled over to give her a ride, but she said to me " do you know why I'm standing here" and she took off the nice short dress that she was wearing ontope of another dress and she gave it to me saying happy birthday, it was not my birthday I thought in my head, she said I have paid the tailor to make you a more expensive dress all you have to do is pick it up, the dress was for my ex-wife I felt and I gave them to her she accepted it with no question, she wasn't jealous like she usually would, the next thing I saw was that I and my ex were having fun in my bedroom, not sex, fun, and my brother was at the door looking at us, my ex didn't notice him, i did so I short the door at him

Somebody stabbed me in the stomach.a friend of mine touched my breast. i kept searching for my boyfriend so that i could tell him about both the incidents, but he kept ignoring me and running away. i decided to go home. the taxi driver started doing various car stunts, and i was terrified. he stopped the car in the end, and i reached my school ground. there, a friend of mine was tailoring clothes for a small girl. that small girl was the daughter of the taxi driver.

Somebody stabbed me in the stomach.a friend of mine touched my breast. i kept searching for my boyfriend so that i could tell him about both the incidents, but he kept ignoring me and running away. i decided to go home. the cab driver started doing various car stunts, and i was terrified. he stopped the car in the end, and i reached my school ground. there, a friend of mine was tailoring clothes for a small girl. that small girl was the daughter of the cab driver.

Dreamed I was with my close friend, we had left a fun party to go to a partially deserted mall, we were driven there by her husband who would return later. We walked across the parking lot into a building and i noticed that the beautiful new pink formal pants that I had been wearing for the party were too long for me and the bottoms were covered in mud. i wanted to clean them and tailor them, but my friend convinced me to change into some plain black pants that i had owned before that fit but were not beautiful. Then I went into the basement (resembled my parent's basement), and searched in an armoire (wooden closet) to look for a top to match the pants. Nothing beautiful or sexy, only old loose clothes. Then I noticed a sliding door was partially open nd something was lurking outside and watching me.

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