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Being hugged and kissed on the lips by a married man

I am a woman and in my dream I saw 3 black ferocious dirty husky looking dogs. One dog was growling showing teeth from afar. The other two dogs were wrestling over a huge bone. Two of the dogs ran toward me as if they were going to bite me but instead the dogs kneel ed down for me to pet them

I was at someone house with a familiar face who had an oxygen mask on their face. I asked to use the restroom and was instructed to use the restroom outside. Once outside in a yard, there were 3 vicious black husky dogs across the yard from where I stood. Two of the dogs were wrestling over a huge bone and the other dog was lying down focusing on me only. The two dogs charged at me but did not hurt me at all.

I was in cabo, mexico for vacation with my boyfriend and I was chillen at the resort in front of this huge ass pool, then after i finished my mojito i look up and everyone turned into zombies and then it became resident evil 7 priyanka serohi addition. And I was killing to save my life.

I saw that i have conceived and my mother in law told me this good news and i am waiting to tell this news to my husband . as i tell him he gets very happy and hugs me but then i realise that i am having my periods and i cannot be pregnant but i am in a deli-ma . i got this dream aroud 4 30 in evening

I have a dream every year where theres a huge storm coming so i go to my aunts house and then once I'm in there it leads me to a battleground in ireland where a bad guy is chasing me through the town and then i have to go through a store to hide from him which leads me to our old house where he continues to follow until i wake up

The dream took place in an old house in new york. My mom was psychotic so me my dad and my sister moved away. Then we went to see family that we don't talk to anymore. We hugged them and moved in. Then me and my sister drove around on the street.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I dream of my dead mother hugging me at first i was scared of her because she was cold and was hugging me from my back she knew i was scared of her so she let go of me then i callled her back and she came back to me and hugged me again then i kept begging her to take me with her

I had a dream of my deceased nan hugging me