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Dream 22 – Being Chased Till I Pee

After a long time my special person has shared some dreams with me. Trying to write it now..

Dream starts with me and my friend Anita in a woman shop. It is Anita’s shop. I just go there to help her out in the shop.

One guy came to return some item he purchased and wanted refund. I look at his receipt and told him – no way, because its been 7days and return policy is effective only for 7 days. So no refund after a week. But he insisted on getting his refund. I said –” No no no… Never..” He got angry and I screamed at him.

He got pissed off because of this and suddenly he shot a thick needle to Anita’s face, on her cheek. Then she cried out to me – “Oh my god this guy is a Mafiaaa…. Run, run…” I started running…. He and his guys started chasing me and oh my god –Anita is already dead, after she got that shot :(

I started running fast and they were chasing me behind. Everywhere I ran, the people there got the same shot and all are dead..

They were amazing, they shot the needle at the same time and  which came flying to the target’s cheek perfectly… and landed on the same place on the cheek.

I kept running, I saw a school and  ran to a classroom, pretending I’m one of the students there. But they knew I’m there, and they shot all the students, except me. I managed to run and escape again, I'm lucky again . I saw Anita's tomb on the way
and kept running.

Then I saw a toilet, I took off my pants and started to pee, damn… I did really pee,  which broke my sleep and then I woke up screaming and ran to my toilet cause I felt myself almost peeing in real on bed…. haha haha…. :)

And my dream ends…

Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more…

Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....

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Disclaimer: These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.

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Welcome to all new followers on the blog… Its great to see people joining in. Inspires me to write more, write often….

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas….. and looking forward to a Happy New Year…!!! My wishes to all my followers and the readers.

Its been long I have penned something, mostly due to the busy schedule. Well what’s a more better way to restart by sharing ‘My own’ dream :) Wondering whose dreams where those that I wrote earlier? Well then, maybe you missed to read the disclaimer in them. :)

When the dream starts I find myself between a crowd of people. They are all busy doing their own personal stuff – Some where talking on cell phone, some were talking to each other, Some were reading book.

Then I see one person is running towards me. He got something in his hands, look like a paper/note. He reaches me and hands over that paper to me and says, the king has send this for me. I was shocked to hear about a king in the era of cell phones… :)  I ask him, oh where is king. He point far away and says – you can see there…

I see a bright light coming from the the side and I see a kingly looking guy walks out and calls me near him. Once I reach him he says – now read the note in the paper. I go ahead and look at the the note, I feel a jitter, a shake while reading the note and my dream breaks…

I hope I can continue this dream and I can read what exactly was written over there in the note.

Keep watching……

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Disclaimer: These are my personal dreams, Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.

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