I dreamt that I was in a post-apocalyptic world where even the air was toxic. I felt like every free second I had in the dream I was spending to try to figure out how I was going to stay alive a little longer. Most people around me had adapted enough that breathing wasn't a problem, but I guess I spent too much time up to that point indoors or something. My house was a small shed not even big enough to lie down in.
last night i had a dream that i was walking in the hallway at work with a friend , and i told her to feel my tummy and she said yes you are pregnant ( i could see and feel that i was but i was in denial i guess ) and again it was moving and i told her to feel and she again told me i am pregnant And i said there is no way ... next thing i had given birth to a baby girl , she was beautiful had black spiky hair and she looked so peace full. i could stop looking at her and then i woke up . what could it mean ?
I was a doll owned by a puppet maker and my mom. The puppet maker was doing a painting of a design of a wooden carving he plans to do on me. He tried to paint parts of it red but the paint changed color in air into an orange. Then he finally had the idea of how to do it, inspired by my suggestion of thickening the layer of color, he decided to use my blood. I noticed his intention to kill me and ran away before they could catch me. I changed my shape into different people, a little girl, a teenage boy, etc. I can't let them find me. However when I was in a school trying to blend in the crowd
Morning of April 25, 2018. Wednesday. While in a deep auto-scripting session for healing affirmations (as our youngest son apparently has very bad hives but the doctor did not do anything as usual), I am, prior to being “knocked out” (after hearing the usual “stone breaking the surface of a pond” sound mixing with the real sound a few times before slipping into light sleep), sitting in my chair with the Dream Journal website open. When I close my eyes and feel the usual effects of auto-scripting (looped in an Audacity sound file), I find myself staring at an image very similar to the one pictured, which apparently represents the Tree of Life. While I am still in light sleep, I do not realize that it is not a part of the Dream Journal website. It is very clear and vivid and I do not realize it is a dream image, which remains unchanged for a few minutes. Then, when I am fully awake, I realize there is no such design on the webpage, or any of the pages I had looked at recently. I was amazed by its clarity and sustained presence. During this time, I also see flashes of the Blue Flame effect, though not as intense as when Zsuzsanna is thinking more clearly about me. Auto-scripting (which actual audio in this case) puts me into a specific state and creates autosymbolism based on the special affirmations, which is how I usually know what my dreams mean from over fifty years of experience in this. Typically, if I am not focused in stillness, I will experience vestibular system correlation (which is what triggers the falling event in the dream state) and very vague motion sickness, though it did not occur this time. Additionally, my whole body presently feels very light and blissful. UPDATE: Zsuzsanna had been looking at a design like this (in a craft magazine) in a news agency, when I was in this light sleep.
It was a very strange dream: I was walking with my mother and sister along a dark, shady path of an unknown city. I was very worried for my siblings. We arrived to some sort of square, which was just as dark, and I began screaming at my mother and sister to go away because it was a dangerous place. I was terrified. A young man suddenly appeared before us and my mother and sister disappeared without trace. I knew it was because of him and I also knew that he was some sort of mafia leader, so I was very weary of him. Suddenly the space setting changed and I found myself in a beautiful , huge mansion by the sea. It was very sunny, I loved it. Unfortunately I had been kidnapped by the young man as I was trapped inside a room with a man that guarded me outside the door. I remember receiving many creepy gifts from the boy. I tried escaping many times but failed. I remember running and as I found myself on a balcony, the boy reached me, taking me in his arms. He began screaming that all he was doing, he was doing it for me, that he madly loved me and things like that. Itold him that he was mad. That's when I woke up. The curious thing about the dream is that it was like I was seeing scenes through the screen of a TV. Hope you can help me understand the meaning of this dream.
Morning of April 25, 2018. Wednesday. In this brief waking dream, I am in an unknown library. A very vivid voice mentions “Shirley Holmes” at the end of a phrase. I believe it relates to appreciation of a book. I consider how it is a play on “Sherlock Holmes”. However, I soon consider that it may be dream state distortion implied to suggest “surely homes”, but I do not see it as having potential meaning other than being happy at home based on the tone of the voice. It turns out that there actually is a Shirley Holmes character of which I am certain I had not known of before, or at least never gave any notice to (though again, I am quite certain that I would have remembered a play on “Sherlock Holmes” as such). Even so, the detective essence is a recurring factor of being in liminal space, which represents the enigma of being between identities, dream self and conscious self. This has been a factor since very early childhood. Quick update: As usual, this dream seemingly came partly from content from what Zsuzsanna had been thinking earlier, with no way of me knowing. She had seen a game show that focused on Sherlock Holmes. This happens continuously, but I often do not go back to edit the entry.
I was home alone when suddenly I wasn’t, there was a big bear knocking on my door. The bear said “I’m gonna eat you!” In a crazy turn of events I ended up eating the bear. It tasted horrible, but I still ate the whole thing. From that point on, my diet only consisted of bear meat. Thank you
I don't remember much other then the fact that I was pregnant it was quite a early faze of it as the baby was only the size of my hand. Weirdly enough I could see the babies shape protruding from my stomach in fetal position. I was scared as the baby wasn't moving and felt rock solid. I told my mom I was nervous that the baby was dying inside me and she asked if I felt like he/she was dead and I said no I still feel life (even though I wasn't sure ) it just didn't seem right. I was getting more and more nervous that the baby was dead then I woke up. Real weird dream I must say. And in the dream I did know I was sixteen so I was quite young to be pregnant.
Afternoon of April 24, 2018. Tuesday. Point 1: The non-lucid dream self has neither viable access to the unconscious mind nor the conscious self identity in waking life, which prevents synaptic gating that would otherwise result in corruption of memory, thus “dream interpretation” in the common usage of the term is incidental falsehood, propagated by both the Barnum effect and the total lack of knowledge of the dream state. The non-lucid dream self is a fictitious entity, though typically with minimal ties to the real conscious self. The non-lucid dream self is the subconscious, which does not possess a viable focus on time or space or the accurate memory of which the unconscious holds. Elaboration on point 1: Consider that hypnagogia occurs only in very deep relaxation and that even dreams at their most vivid occur in REM sleep when close to consciousness. Full unconsciousness (deeper sleep) results in no dreams or dreaming activity. Dreams only occur by way of preconscious activity and the emergent consciousness factor in RAS mediation. The closer to full consciousness, the more vivid the dream. Further elaboration on point 1: Although the subconscious personification as the non-lucid dream self does not know where it is in time and space, preconscious dynamics bring about the rendering of the autosymbolic construct of the dream state in addition to dream state indicators, such as beds and the event of being undressed, including being undressed in public, as the dreamer does not typically wear clothes while in bed sleeping. My own “undressed in public” dreams do not bother me at all, even in non-lucid dreams. I still maintain subliminal awareness of my real physical body being undressed while in bed. (Of course, it is possible to have such a dream while being dressed in sleep, depending on the depth of sleep.) Point 2: The lucid dream self in awareness of the dream state, but without viable control, still exists as the personified subconscious as the non-lucid dream self does. It is still the passive factor in RAS mediation and modulation unless entering the higher end of liminal space and sustaining it. Elaboration on point 2: In my childhood lucid dreams, anticipation of the RAS factor (only in some lucid dreams) sometimes triggered RAS modulation before I wanted them to end, such as in my lucid dream where I shouted, “You dogs are always ruining my dreams”, the dog being an anticipatory RAS mediation factor, quickly becoming modulation with the back jab event (like a “deep tickle” in the small of my back). This represented my inability to fully control and become the dream state itself even in my states of apex lucidity back then. In more recent dreams, I have occasionally seen a German Shepherd with a pennant on a staff next to it (mainly in non-lucid dreams), indicating that I have, to some extent, mastered some dynamics of liminal space. Point 3: The lucid dream self in apex lucidity maintains a realistic model of the conscious self identity, and rather than the personified subconscious, becomes a hybrid of the preconscious and the emergent consciousness factor. However, RAS mediation and modulation remains a factor, as waking up is a biological necessity, especially when there is a bathroom wake-up call or concern about the source of an unknown noise in the real environment and naturally autosymbolism will create a scenario in its intrusive (in the case of a noise that needs checking out) presence in the dream state. After spending many sessions in apex lucidity, I have come to fully realize that almost everything published about dreams in this era is myth and falsehood, at least as having any relevance to my life since childhood. However, there is not much that can be done to educate the populace without the individual experiencing it for themselves (if they choose of course, as many are either happy not knowing anything at all about dreams or solely helping to propagate myth and pretending everything is symbolic of waking life). There are some people who, for whatever reason, are terrified of being lucid, and so, when they become lucid, they do not know what to do or have nightmares. I cannot even imagine what they would experience in apex lucidity when starting out as an adult (as I begin in earliest memory, validated to be from at least age three, though I still have a vivid memory of a lucid prenatal experience). Rather than “control” the dream state at this level, I serve as the source of the dream state itself, since I then maintain awareness in the liminal space of the preconscious, which is what renders the dream’s autosymbolic construct (not the unconscious or subconscious as people mistakenly believe). Knowledge of which autosymbolism manifests what features and events is required. It is typically the same type of autosymbolism in non-lucid dreams that many people (including “experts” and “professionals”) mistakenly “interpret” as waking life symbols (which makes no sense as a dream occurs when one is asleep and autosymbolism is of thought processes in real time, though this excludes prescience and other inexplicable threads). Elaboration of point 3: To validate some of what I have written thus far in my approximately 5,000 tumblr entries, all it requires is speaking phrases in one’s own voice, for example, the same phrase many times in a row, over a period of about half an hour, with a gap between each two at least as long as the phrase itself when vocalized slowly and clearly. In this way, the personal autosymbolism of the dream state can be observed in hypnagogia and studied consciously, though it may come as either visual or audio, rarely both. This is really all it takes to rise above the nonsense of “dream dictionaries” and other popular “games”. The phrases need to be in the dreamer’s confidently expressed voice only. An example is, “my body is relaxed now as I am entering sleep”. Typically, if I focus on my body relaxing, the autosymbolism creates a boat (an extension of my physical body when entering sleep, as sleep is water and turbulent water would mean disturbance in the sleep cycle or circadian rhythms) and thus I might perceive myself sitting or standing in a canoe moving over a river. In some cases, depending on what you say, the autosymbolism may actually “argue” with you. “Bad dreams”, which I rarely experience other than when biologically premonitory, probably occur with people who do not understand the nature of their own thinking processes. Even superstitious beliefs about “dream interpretation” can trigger negative dream content. If one uses the phrase, “I am waking up”, they should see or experience autosymbolism that expresses the waking process itself. Ultimately, even in a world of deception and disinformation, it is not that difficult to develop a personal understanding of the dream state rather than relying on popular myth. Further elaboration on point 3: Because of both circadian rhythms and the nature of RAS mediation, experimenting with the dream state can trigger vestibular system correlation factors, which may result in the falling sensation or falling dreams, even mild nausea due to rapid RAS modulation (though which only lasts a few seconds, not really much different than when the dreamer is awakened by a sudden loud noise). Sometimes, I forget what I am doing even in lucidity (though not apex lucidity) and then start to look around for the source of the voice while in the dream state itself. This is mainly why I use internal auto-scripting (pure mental affirmation while in the dream state, not “thinking” it as such, but knowing by way of the virtuous circle effect) such as with my recent dream where I deliberately created a locked steel door to phase through to enter a more vivid state. The experience is extraordinary and indescribable. Further elaboration on point 3: Instead of nonsensical “reality checks” (which makes no sense as even apex lucidity feels different and looks different than reality anyway), all it really takes to learn control is learning personal autosymbolism. For example, with the audio sessions, simply use a phrase such as “I am seeing what I should use to increase dream state awareness” and you should get at least some clues what your “door” is. (Mine is actually a door, literally, the more “difficult” to open, the better. Another factor is blue fire to sustain a setting.) In apex lucidity, I will typically see my “shadow” and sometimes “test” it to see “who” it is. I have long since validated it is my conscious self identity projected into liminal space. “The reticular activating system (RAS) controls sleep and waking, and fight vs. flight responses. While this system provides signals that modulate our sleep–wake states, it also serves to help us respond to the world around us. For example, strong stimuli simultaneously activate ascending RAS projections to the thalamus and then the cortex and cause arousal, and also activate descending projections that influence the spinal cord in the form of postural changes in tone resulting from the startle response, as well as trigger locomotor events in fight vs. flight responses. During sleep, the same system is responsible for the relative lack of sensory awareness during slow wave sleep (SWS), as well as the atonia of paradoxical sleep that prevents us from acting out our dreams. This system also modulates the activity of virtually every other system in the CNS. Growing evidence suggests that the control of sleep and waking is a fundamental property of neuronal networks and prior activity within each network (Krueger et al., 2008), and that intrinsic properties of neurons in multiple regions modulate sleep auto-regulation, i.e., suggesting that sleep is neither a passive nor an active phenomenon (Kumar, 2010).” “Sensory input induces gamma band activity in the reticular activating system (RAS) that participates in preconscious awareness, the process necessary to support a state capable of reliably assessing the world around us on a continuous basis. This process is manifested rapidly upon waking, following increased blood flow in the thalamus and brain stem that occurs ahead of increases in cortical blood flow. This mechanism is also involved in the preconscious activity necessary for the preparation for voluntary movements. This occurs in advance of the subjective sensation of will or intention to move, that is, preconsciously.” - Edgar Garcia-Rill, PhD.
The dream starts with I'm in my car driving down a road I see a vehicle that catches my eye it's a classic car. I see it turning into a parking lot. I follow it in & parked beside it, looking to see where the driver was at. He was going into a building I don't know if I was going to ask him about his car but I followed him into the building. At the entrance I was approached by a man, As I looked around, realizing I was in a bar the man then was approach by the man that got off the car, asking him what I needed, I heard him say I was looking for a job as a bartender but I never said a word
I was talking on the phone to customer service. I was in my hotel and the issue was something to do with the service I was receiving. I was on the phone placed on hold for a long time. I understood that I would be billed but for some reason, even though I knew this, I somehow didn't think that being on hold counted as part of the billing. The problem was resolved and my husband and I were finally able to leave: only after we left, I realized that I was wrong and was also going to be billed for all that time they had put me on hold. I was really frustrated. The customer service folks seemed very nice. The issue was being on hold I think, and Darrell was very impatient for me to be done with my call, but not saying anything.
Morning of September 11, 1979. Tuesday. There were other versions of this dream but this is the most detailed version (not necessarily the longest) from September 1979. I had not seen Ann L (who I do not see in my dream much) for a few years. Ann L was the only familiar character (other than my “dream girl” of whom turned out to be real years later) from real life in most of my dream. She was a classmate for only a couple grades in middle school and high school. I did not really know her very well or interact with her that much. She was a mousy bookish type. This in fact, is one of my only dreams where she appeared and long after I had last seen her in waking life. My dream’s plot vaguely resembles a Harvey comic book story of which I was familiar with (with Casper and Wendy as the main characters). It involves a ship that is similar to the Pacific Princess on “Love Boat” (which I have a false memory of having “seen” at a much earlier age which is likely associated with “Love American Style” from 1969 instead). However, there is also something about it that is also very military-like and the ship itself is greenish-gray, at least later on. Instead of moving normally across the ocean, it floats about three feet or so above the water’s surface (using some sort of advanced technology which America supposedly did not have in my dream), which seems slightly ominous (but still leaves a wake at times). The captain is Captain Badheart as in the comic story, which changes from Captain Goodheart. There is something about Ann having a baby (not by me; possibly Barry R or the captain) as well as being locked in the captain’s cabin, but I do not follow her status that closely. It is almost like a secondary movie within my dream that is happening on the sidelines. I know the ship was designed to change after people boarded and kidnap them to keep them out at sea and serve the interests of a (fictional) small country or dictatorship. There is an original reference that I noted in which there is some association with “air ship”. There is a slight awareness of the “mystery girl” even from the beginning, but not quite as much as a much earlier dream of the liner. I now see a connection between “Pacific Princess”, “Love Boat”, and the fact that Australia is near the South Pacific. The ship also has advanced weapons, some sort of multiple laser cannons in a series, something I might have associated with the original (1978-1979) Battlestar Galactica (especially as the ship seems to be called the Celestra at one point - the plot of that episode with that name is: “During a celebration honoring Commander Kronus, Starbuck recognizes an old flame of his, Aurora and breaks off a date with Cassiopeia to follow his lost love to the Celestra. On their arrival, Starbuck and Apollo find themselves in the midst of a mutiny” - IMDb), giving my dream a science-fiction-like atmosphere in the main scenes. There is a battle with the United States Air Force at one point. There is a precognitive layer (not quite as clear or multilayered as the liner dream of childhood) referencing my yet-to-experience journey to Australia and a loose connection to “The Man Without a Country”, which I saw in middle school. It has a similar mood. The “mystery girl” still remains mostly in the background. I look for her during the troubles on board and I am frustrated at not finding her. Perhaps she has magic that will protect her from the foreign soldiers, but I still want us to get off the ship and back to civilization. At one point the ship is on the water when another ship is in the area so that no attention will be brought on to this strange ship that otherwise eerily floats above the ocean’s surface. A singular ship in a dream is an autosymbolic extension of the physical body and linked to a specific level of unconsciousness. This is made clearer here by the additional vestibular system correlation - the fact the ship is floating. Additionally, this (the military association) augments RAS mediation in this case, making my dream into an interesting adventure, but ultimately unrelated to waking life other than the prescient thread relating to my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna).
A lengthy dream with several sections, most is now lost. I was in an enormous room in an apartment. It was very like where I used to live but much bigger. The ceiling was ridiculously high. I thought how much it must cost to heat. A young girl witnessed a crime and the people responsible kidnapped her and were going to kill her. I tried to help her but I could not. Later, I was attempting to either mend something or accomplish something that was very intricate and difficult. I didn't succeed.
I am in the country by a large pond and a forest like area. I`m being told by tv show cast Big Chief `Aaron you can`t shoot`. So I aimed hit the target then left the area and away from the people by the pond. I see 4 blue human form shaped firgure`s, with no (blurred) face. Yet every time I get a mile or so away from pond all of a sudden I am instantly back at the pond. I leave over and over again only to be returned to pond. I can`t get past the 4 blues. They kinda put me in a ground hog type senerio, same thing repeatingly the same end of dream ,
I was watching two girls roast each other in a battle of words which made no sense but still I found hilarious, one girl then hit the sister of the other girl in the boobs with something, then in the face. (Both in slow motion) because of this the girl reacted by punching that girl clean on the jaw, she then fell back into a sand pit. The other sister then ran a jumped head first into the sand. I have no clue why my head makes me dream of these silly dreams 🤷🏻♂️
Basically in EVERY dream I have.. I can fly. Sometimes I just go out of the window by flying or go into my house by flying. I even took a ghost on a flying adventure to show her the world, don't remember why. But most of the time when i'm flying, people are shooting at me, not people.. well policemen. And i'm trying to escape. In the end I do escape and I do that with the help of the power of flying that I have in my dreams.
Last night I had a dream that I had multiple partners, it's very odd because I have been with my boyfriend for almost 4 years now. Also I didn't know any of the other guys, they where complete strangers. If I have never seen these people before why would I dream about them, in that way???
Morning of April 24, 2018. Tuesday. In my dream, my family and I, mostly as we appear now (except for our youngest son’s beard), are living in an unusual expanded distortion of the King Street mansion (where I have not lived in real life for nearly thirty years). It is most like the second-floor room of the middle of the east side, though the room seems to take up the whole section in my dream, additionally replacing at least the northeast room. There is also another section that is oriented north, forming an inverted corner, implying that the building is either L-shaped or cross-shaped. In two vivid scenes, it seems I am on the first floor of this building. I look diagonally across to the perpendicular section, at a second-floor window, where a strange dark cloud seems to be blown out from inside, which also seemingly contains at least a few particulates. I get the impression that it is an older woman who lives there who is emptying her vacuum cleaner by spewing the contents out into the air. I consider that this is not a very considerate act but I never see the person and I do not become angry. In another scene, there are at least three people yelling at each other across the street, but I never see them or clearly discern what they are saying. The main part of my dream concerns our youngest son. I see that he now has a very bushy thick beard which unrealistically curls upward. Despite how strange this seems, my dream self does not perceive it as a dream state indicator. I worry about him. Although he otherwise looks like our youngest son (other than the beard), he acts very differently. I tell him I will trim it down or shave it off but he does not want me to. Oddly, I mention how his beard is even thicker than our second-youngest son’s beard (who of course does not have a beard either, but this is yet another nonsensical error in my dream self’s thinking.) Eventually, Zsuzsanna convinces him that it will be good to at least trim it down. When I see him later, I observe that it is shaved on one side but only closely trimmed on the other. There is an additional scene that is the typical RAS modulation, where the preconscious, as an unknown businessman, points a box saw at my chest (the blade downward, only the front end touching me), but I am not concerned. He had been part of a group of people watching us through a window, which is modeled after my childhood room in Cubitis, though seemingly on a fictional second floor and from the south. (The settings in my dreams typically change ambiguously, never being rendered the same way twice in over fifty years and tens of thousands of closely studied dreams.) This is a non-lucid carryover from the lucid dream of yesterday, where I willed a different form of the preconscious to split in half (though I then “healed” it by willing the two body halves back together). Maybe someday people will understand that my dream’s content, when it is not prescient (or with the inexplicable “sent” factor) or dominated by RAS modulation, is mainly based on my focus and knowledge of the dream state itself (how could it not be) rather than waking life, but there seems to be a “wall” in the minds of most people that prevents them from understanding what a dream actually is (inclusive of most people who have published books about dreams). As I have written many times in past entries, at least one dream per sleep cycle is somehow influenced by what Zsuzsanna had seen or talked about (or in some cases only thought about) at another location the day before with no way of me knowing. This was going on long before we met, long before I learned my “dream girl” was a real person. Society, not having any intelligence at all when it comes to understanding dreams or the dream state, instead writing mindless tomes about “interpretation” (which completely ignores the dynamics of what a dream actually is) has neither viable answers to this mechanism nor an iota of credibility in general. There have been people who have studied this phenomenon and written about it to some extent, but just as with the truth of dreams in their basic form inherently being autosymbolic (not symbolic in the popular sense), society remains without any understanding of dreams. In this case, Zsuzsanna had been with our youngest son yesterday and there was a conversation involving her brother George (here for a visit for the first time in months). They were at Zsuzsanna’s sister’s place and George was talking about a man with a very bushy beard. Often though, the correlating factors are more unusual.
Water, Rapids waters, I can see myself on the top of the rapid waters & not to far away from me I see a very close friend, like a brother type of friend then besides him appears a type of huge fish that suddenly turned into creapy spiders. I remember talking to my friend but I am not at all afraid of any of the events that are happening . The feelings I'm feelings are more of a concern for we suddenly are in someone home and a little boy is trying very hard to open a dresser drawer, then all I remember is trying to get the dresser open for the little boy as I looked at my friend
I am a teenage girl ..... happy with my friends and luckily my crush likes me too . This dreams made me cry and seriously , I woke up crying . Friendship is very important for me and in this dream my family decided to move house , and change my school ! I was so shocked , I was going to lose my friends and my boyfriend .... Tears started to stream down my cheeks . Then my crush, boyfriend ,came from behind me and whispered in my ear "I love you and I will not let you go ".He hugged me and told me "We can still keep ourselves in touch " .... And I woke up feeling dizzy and crying ....IDK why i was crying .....
Insects ...... one of my worst fears .... especially the ones that are poisonous and can send you straight to heaven ... I was at home ALONE ( it isn't my home but in the dream it was ) ,sipping a glass of camomile when I see a scorpion , a large , hairy and black one ....yiiikkkeeesss .... on the coffee table.They say that if you pour alcohol on scorpions they will die , so I went to the supermarket to buy some ....... There was my science teacher as a sales girl and time was passing very slowly ......Then I arrived , there was my mum , aunt and uncle and my dad.... We threw the liquid to the scorpion but it just got wild . I sat on the sofa shivering and covered myself with a blanket preparing for the scorpion's attack ...... It did jump on my feet and I felt it in real life on my feet , but it didn't bite me ......
Ok , so this is a very creepy dream ( I dreamt it for about 3 times now and it freeks me out ). It's about I am walking in this street and see this catchy shop , but very weird . When i enter , the door slammed shut behind me and I don't know how , was trapped ..... The most creepy thing was that a man was trying to eat me....
okay so I had this horrible and awkward dream where all you see is me making out with someone who I assumed was my boyfriend then it zooms in to the guys face and its my bfs ex best friend Chandler so I start freaking out and crying bc I could never do that like ever im not one to cheat and I dont look at Chandler that way and just ugh.....so if anyone knows or has an idea of what it means let me know.
Hey People, I have had this dream thrice now...the first tie i dreamt shaking hands with the president of my country, then a few days ago i dreamed with the president having visited me and was telling me to take care of my younger daughter now three years like/she is his daughter and that i should not let anything bad happen to her or should not let her lack in anything, last night i dreamed that a president of some country looked kind of indian visited me and declared his love for me.
After a few seconds, while my boyfriend was talking, the right half of his face started melting and morphed into an ordinary white alien,revealing that he was an alien all this time. I didn't freak out so I continued to listen. Then, his fictional dad came in and yelled: "SON.DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO REVEAL YOURSELF!? ".Then I freaked out. I ran to my cousin's house, got on my laptop and started deleting my accounts, wrote to myself: 'Don't watch it, it has terrible songs.' (I was reffering to the movie "Barbie And The Popstar 2") and I did everything I could to forget about him.