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I dreamed there was a spirit/ghost in my grandmother's house. I felt his presence very early on but it was confirmed when it dragged a bottle of wine in the air over a short distance. I ran to tell my grandma who then went out in the hallway to confront it. It finally materliazed as a ball of fuschia-purple light. She tried to tell it to go but it wouldn't. So I finally walked up to it and for some reason my face got very close to the ball of light. Inside the ball I could see the face of a young man who was in my head the image of the deceased. And he looked very scared. I started talking to him in latin... then began to yell at him in latin until it culminated in to me screaming at him (still in latin) to go towards the light, repeatedly.
He finally took a cue because the ball became smaller and retreated as if going in to the distance. For some reason I neighed like a horse, powerfully as he went off.
And that was the end.
I also had an other dream right before, that involved driving a car with my mom, in to the river, but we were okay so long as we held the car and had our head above the surface until we got to the other side. But several times I slipped below the surface and had to fight back in order not to go underwater. I think the message of this dream is fairly clear... although some elements still puzzle me.
There'll be no diversity if we end up burning in the Melting pot...
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I think I dreamt of my a female blonde co-worker (comely, curvy, tallish, Polish-Irish mix girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a lovely and beer-drinkin disposition). Too bad she's taken.
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I dreamt that I was supposed to be enlisted into an academy based on my blood-type, which predisposed me to particular traits. The academy was in Germany therefore the application had to be written in german, so I had my brother write it because he is more fluent than I am. My brother's girlfriend took me to the beach where some latin prostitutes on the boardwalk started hassling me for money, I told them to go away but they wouldn't, then a tall blonde man playing paddle ball with his kids told the whores to leave and they finally left. When we arrived at the beach, I was greeted by two of my friends from middle school. I went into the water and it was unusually warm and I predicted aloud to my brother's girlfriend that there would be many jellyfish out that day. After swimming out 20 meters or so, several jellyfish latched onto me and began stinging repeatedly (self-fulfilling prophecy maybe?). After painstakingly tearing off each jellyfish, my friends helped me back to shore. When the tide rose, the water was elevated in a manner where one could watch people swimming under water from the sand. One of my friends fell asleep and my brother's girlfriend asked if she could wake him up, I told her he would not wake up. The last thing I saw was another swimmer being attacked by jellyfish high up on the water's surface.
The most resonating thing wasn't the series of events that occured in the dream but the strange, lingering atmosphere/feeling that accompanied it.
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Lately I don't remember my dreams.
I laugh at the people that act as a psychologist wannabe daring to interpret other's dreams.
Modern psychologists need massive inputs of idiosyncratic information after many seasons of work with the patients to begin to interpret the dreams.
Of course that do the VERY FEW that still today (everyday less) think that the dreams really deserve to be interpretated and are NOT nosense resonances of the lived day and/or the senseless remains/products of the preceses of the strengthening-fundation of particularly powerful """"""""new""""""""" conexion fields.
You will never see me daring to interpretate a dream of another member in here.
Well, I did with one, in one of my sarcastic jokes.
Now I've been more explicit in my opinions.
I appreciate very much the contributions of members telling here their dreams.
I appreciate as well the "contributions" of some members daring to interpretate them.
They are very funny. Sorry. I know that laughing at other's limitations and ignorance is not good at all... that's because I have been forced to write this.
Incoherently, I hope this will not change this show, anyway.
Antes de subir al cadalso, Juan de Padilla se dirigió a su camarada Juan Bravo con unas célebres palabras: "Señor Bravo: ayer era día de pelear como caballero...hoy es día de morir como cristiano". Ante esto, Juan Bravo pidió ser ejecutado antes que Padilla, "…para no ver la muerte de tan buen caballero". Horas más tarde, también fue ejecutado y decapitado el salmantino Francisco Maldonado.
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I had a dream that my feet were all red and swollen. I showed my wife and she told me that I should have worn shower slippers when I used the public showers.
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