I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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Dream of my girlfriend hugging and kissing me
We are hugging, wrapped in each others arms, feeling safe, feeling whole. The energy is so passionate, so pure and so strong that it is nearly tangible. My eyes are closed and I'm pressed up against him, feeling his heart beat, the rise and fall of his chest, his strong arms around me; I melt into him. I focus, and feel - the feeling we've known before, that we've shared before. It is a complete high, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I feel our energy transfer, as if each cell has found its reciprocal messenger, has become fully charged, and begins to transform us into a unit, more powerful and strong than two separate entities. I am just taking in the moment, so content we have found each other again, so grateful that after all we've been through, after a horrible falling out, we could see past it and identify our true feelings. I hold on to him so tightly because I want this moment to last forever, I want to absorb it all. I hold him so close, afraid to let go- as if afraid that if we should disconnect physically, we will drift apart and will have to struggle to find our way back again. My head is tucked on his shoulder, he leans his head back so I readjust and my eyes meet his. He is silent for a moment as we just connect. Our eyes are bright, full of love and life. Finally, he breaks the silence and says 'Do you realize how much I love you?' almost with a hint of sadness knowing we had lost our way. With that simple phrase, although he doesn't verbalize it, there is a mutual understanding, a mental communication that he doesn't just mean 'I love you' but also that he has missed me, that he's genuinely sorry for the hurt we both felt. I squeeze him a little tighter as the corners of my mouth curl up and slowly reveal a familiar grin, wide and pure. I reply 'Well, you came back didn't you?' We hug each other even tighter and he whispers in my ear 'I never really left'.
I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.
Hugging my mom crying in a car with staring people
Hugging my mom crying in a car
Pigs in my dream I dreamt about a black huge pig weaving a mat. I was so curious and admire that pig of how come it can weave a pig. In my dream the fat black pig gone and its hat was left behind. What is the meaning of this dream?
Huge wave coming to swallow me
I woke up and taylor whispered to me 'come here baby i love you' and hugged me tightly
I saw my dead grandmother in my dream and she was happy she hugged me and we spoke, she said to say hello to everyone, i asked if she could hear us where she is, she replied no but could pick up signals. She then told me numbers or dates as she walked away from me. I can remember the numbers.
I went to sleep. i found my self in a hall as a firefighter during halloween we marched all over the building and all of the sudden the decorations change to christmas decorations an I am no longer a firefighter. i have short brown hair an am in a pettie coat. its snowing outside and i am still in the building. i walk through some doors and all of the sudden i am in a chappel. the walls are grey and there are 2 foutains and 1 water fall. the room is huge. there are grey stain glass widows and all of the suddens i change back to blonde and my clothes become a gown. there are others wondering around here. I wonder for alwhile and the a catholic preist shows up he is in a white robe and gold coller he speaks to me. he says that this place is my sacturary and it will become what ever i want it to be. all of the sudden i invision trees and they pop up around the foutins. he walks with me for awhile and starts to talk. he tells me that it is not my time to go. and that i have too much still to do on earth before i can go home. and then i wake up