In this dream I was with my uncle and we were going to our vacation home just like irl..when we made it it was nice my uncle gave me these pills supposed to be aspirin like irl…after this i went outside and the whole area changed i ended up in the trenches nothing but crackheads around me…I walk around our now apartment and the crackheads are all just looking at me…I walk a little more and I get stabbed in the back but I manage to get away and make it back home- but this time when I get inside I see miss mora and I’m just confused on how she got here..but she wasn’t right something was wrong she kept blabbering that I was hers and I was scared so I tried to run she kept appearing and re appearing places. This happened for a few before my uncle came in with his family showing them their rooms and he introduced me to this white guy I never met before and call him uncle I say “UNCLEEEE” and jump to him and somehow dis dude has enough strength to just lift me up even though he old…after I get up from the hug I ask uncle glen if he has seen this girl in the house because I keep seeing her and he says no…after I heard this I said “oh no I’m tripping!!” And the white guy looks at me with such a evil face and says “yk you shouldn’t tell people you don’t know your trippen…” I try to back away but then he grabbed me and I think I pushed him away or sumn but then miss mora appeared and tried to get me to so I ran out the house and this time our house turned into an apartment and while I walk
Around this time a homeless asked me for money and I gave it and went back inside the apartment where I met with my auntie and yk I’m still trippen ofc I think this whole time I’m still trippen so I try to go with it none of her lights work and I was fine until miss mora pulled up again and I left after I made it back outside I circle the block again which the block is just our boxy apartment and the random homeless person who stabbed me before was now tailing behind me and I’m just walking anywhere atp because I notice it but idk what to do I can’t bring her to my house, I cut a corner and I end up at an dead end but before she could kill me 3 homeless women come and tell her to stop/tell him im cool I helped me them…after this I go back in front of my apartment and Belijah,isahia(friend), and hector pu on me wit da females inna v asking me to come with them i said nah and tell him what happen and hectors like “maybe when she stabbed you the knife had sumn on it” which made since…i try to go back inside my apartment but now their is a security guy and I gotta pass the mta thingies to get in but he won’t let me in. I convince him i live here and when i made it into my apartment everything was miss mora came back to kill me so i ran out (not out the building but out the apartment) to a corner area and i was just thinking “oh nah the security boutta be on my dick” while scared and I hear loud ass footsteps and outta nowhere some guy comes and starts laughing at me he tries to spray something in my mouth but I blocked it but then outta nowhere he had another and sprayed it in my mouth pause.. it was a white mist and I woke up.(irl) But as soon as I woke up I saw a face on my pillow keep in mind it’s completely dark and I smack my pillow but then the face moved and looked at me and I smacked it again and it kept moving its head to look at me

Apartment

Drugs

Fear

Ghosts

Homeless

Nightmare

Running away

Security

I dream that I was in a mall/building some sort of the paranormal beings. A man. Ghost. Is talking to me about his wife/a family member who is a woman. Telling me if I see her or something like that or would I find her. Then there's also some other ghost, a lady and a guy. The ladies hair is covering her other eyes. She's got some style I'ma say. Then I remember seeing some lip gloss. Blue and Pink. Something I can choose for. But I didn't pick the blue since it's lavender and lavender are toxic for cats!


Then in an Island. A different time. A different place. A place. A world. That is not from here. A different dimension. Then, there's people of ages. Dress in some kind of Igorot. The color of their clothes from what I can remember is Red.

So, I was like in that island and was cornered by the people. In my front, the tribe. In my back, the sea. And in my right side the river. And in the back of the tribe is rock formation, perhaps a cliff.


So this man, who I asume the Chief of the tribe is talking to me. A man. In a dream. Looking like Johnny Depp from the chocolate factory. But dress in a casual clothing, white shirt and jeans.

So, I kind of look disheveled and confused on what's going on while the Chief is talking to me.

The Chief's tribe looks like one of the Humparumpa's from the Chocolate factory.

So as we're talking,the Chief and his people harm me just a little on the face with some kind of sharp thing like a stick for a few times. Then we talk again, as I look behind me. Nowhere to go. Like I said earlier, I'm cornered. 

After awhile, they started bowing down on their knees. The Chief followed by it's people. So I look at them. I was at the center of the tribe. Surrounded by them as they bowed. Then I look at the river. I can control it's speed as the people in the river who tried to approach me got swept way by the river.

Then, disaster strike so I go to the chief, to save him. Then jump onto the river. Since I also need to save an animal. So I did,the tribe watching me from the cliff, so was the chief. As they talked about what's happening, Saying I drink rhe river to save some animal,then they turn their back on me, So is the chief, Reluctantly.

But the water from the River is still there.

So not long before I leave that "world" then I got into some kind of portal. Getting through the planet/world in a some kind of space and physics things. That I don't quite understand. Let's just say it's something like in the Naruto the last movie. When Hinata and Naruto we're jumping from those moon.

The difference in mine is, It's a world. A planet or some sort that I don't know if it exists. And I was going trough on them like water. Passing through another planet. The background are some kind of space things. Psychics, or what not.


Then finally, I arrived at my destination. The building/mall/market that I was from earlier. Then there's the ghost again. They're at some food chain in a mall. The Man in a mustache from earlier sitting then he's gaze turn to me. Suprised, then asking me about his wife/that woman and also the other ghost. The lady and the guy. Following as I go down the stairs. Out of the mall. They're pretty chatty and lively for a ghost. Looks like I made friends.. in a dream...

Then as we're going down the stairs, My eyes catches my real classmate from real life 1 year ago. A male classmate. Looking at me with those eyes as if seeing something strange. Well let's say, that male classmate of mine. Is just an acquaintance. That's all.

Then, finally, got down from the stairs and walking to the street. Chatting with my friend ghost.

Cliff

Disaster

Face

Island

Mall

Portal

Water

Last night, I dreamt that I somehow discovered this old abandoned historical mansion. It was massive and it was somehow like behind the scenes somewhere somehow I discovered it anyway you could tell that there was historical furniture or historical paintings. Everything had a meaning everything was valuable. everything was beautiful. I was definitely geek out and I loved everything about it, but you could see the history also in the house that it had been repurposed at some point as an artist co-op so each room you could tell was occupied by a different artist whether they were sculpting, whether they were a tattoo artist, whether they were a painter and I was just so inspired in the dream I felt like this is what I need to find is like a co-op like this I need to be in a place creating artwork and being able to walk around and see what my counterparts are making and vice versa and it was just all in all very cool. I kept waking up maybe to pee or whatever but as I fell back asleep, I went right back into the dream turned out to be like haunted or something like that, but because of that reason, it was abandoned, but the spirits were not bothering me, so I was looking into squatters rights in my dream and how I could maintain living in this property rent free by just like being there, I dreamt that I slept there several nights. I dreamt that my cats were there. They were other cats there they might’ve been ghost cats too, and I just did not want to wake up and I was actually kind of sad when I did wake up and I feel very much like I’m just craving my own space so so so badly I remember it having a huge lawn massive ceilings and I was thinking how could I hire somebody to dust but the asthma in my dream was not bothering me as it does in reality so it was just very interesting. I haven’t had a dream like that in a long time. I would also like to say that the past month, I have completely changed my diet my sleep routine, my habits because I had a health scare due to my heart pulsating or what’s the word palpitating and I cut all caffeine. I have been smoking so much less weed so my dreams have seemed to be more vivid and more intense, but less anxiety ridden

Abandoned home

Home Invasion

I was in a new house and I was trying to figure out how things worked, like the ceiling fan and a few other switches. I found out that hitting a switch on the wall turned on the clock and made the clock itself spin around on an axle and to turn on the fan, you would need to hold the clock still so that the fan could move. And each time I moved around the house, I felt as though I was being watched the whole time, even though I was alone. It felt eerie and odd but I kept going. It was bright and during the day, so I wasn't fearful of anything, just had a weird paranoid vibe whilst walking around. I eventually found a dark part of the house where other people were working, seemed like a construction crew. I somehow knew that the water pipes were filled with a contaminated source and knew not to touch the water that flowed out of the faucets. I started working the the construction workers as things began to be haunted by ghosts. Like things would fly off of the shelves and faucets would turn on on their own and it was an issue trying to work and stay alive at the same time and also warn others of the things going on. One man walked into the pitch black bathroom and turned on the faucet. I pushed him back and sternly warned him about the blue virus in the water pipes. He scoffed and pushed me aside and washed his hands and face. I turned on the light and stood next to him. He looked at me and then his hands, which were turning blue as well as his face, and a wave of realization washed over him. I said "and that's what you get for not listening to me" and walked away. He seemed to disintegrate shortly after. As we were wrapping up working for the day, only a handful of us were left at the end of the day.

Darkness

New Home

I had a dream that i was working in a building and when i checked the CCTV camera history ghostd were caught walking towards the camera, but all the ghosts were different.

Building (Action)

I jad a dream where i was in a School and a lot of people liked me because they talked to me. The atmosphere looked pretty bright, not like my other dreams.I was in a canteen outside the school and there was also a theatre area connected to the canteen. Then na alarm went off and like a brave person i go to check it out and try to fix it but im not sure what happend in the bathrooms. Every one starts running so I guide some people to the exit and then leave myself, tho I don't wanna leave because I left my phone behind somewhere, I try looking for it but there was a teacher nearby so I had to run. So we run to the front of the school where I'm with a teacher and I see a long limousine vehicle pull up to us and the driver says that they can take 1 more person. I tell the teacher to go and he goes. Then a jeep car comes up to me and my dad and tells that there's one more seat so I tell dad to go and he does. Then when I'm near the school entrance a woman on a cleaning robot vehicle tells me to get on and to my suprise this cleaning robot had two seats. I get in with her but she drives me to the laboratory inside the school where a scientist is analyzing something. Me and another guy are told to watch over a guy called George Floyd, the one that was killed because he couldn't breathe, it was George Floyd's ghost. So I go into the chamber and face George Floyd head on, me and him have a metal pipe. I thought he was gonna hit me but he missed. I quickly apprehend him and try to strangle him with the metal pipe but he's fine, so I stop and I leave him inside. When I leave a feel a sense of "we need to do something about this".

Alarm

Classroom

Father

Running

Violence and death

Dream About School Safety And George Floyd

I just had a dream where I was paralyzed with fear and there was an old lady ghost down here in the basement beside the stairs and all I could do was watch her morph into reality. I was extremely scared.

Basement

Stairs

Dream About Paralyzed With Fear And Ghost

I had a werid dream .. in the dream it was foggy and i was in the woods , in the dream it was dark there was still light just really foggy , i looked around and i stasrted hearing voices in the dream saying zoe theres a man in the woods zoe theres a man in the woods zoe theres a man in the woods i walk s bit fast trying to find my way and i approach a tree and stop in my tracks and out came out of the tree a was a head of a man he was pale and his eyes were rolled back he had , black curly/wavy hair his mouth was open he looked dead .. i then freaked out in the dream and tried to wake up but my eyes werent trying to open .. i started saying i rebuke u in the name of jesus and woke up

Spirit

Woods

Dream About Foggy Woods And Dead Man

I had a dream a ghost visited me and talked to me through writing in the sand. I think it was nice at first and then at the end it said goodnight to Otis or something and it changed into more of a negative energy and I told it not to hurt my dog and then it just said sleepy.  I’m a bit confused. But the words in the sand were surrounded by a circle of bird footprints. It was a weird dream. A lot of random things

The dream had a fragmented structure, with random elements and a mix of emotions that made it feel disjointed.

The Ghostly Encounter

The dream started with a nice interaction with a ghost, but shifted to a more negative energy at the end, creating a sense of confusion.

The intensity fluctuated, moving from calm to a tense moment when concern for the dog arose.

The ghost communicated through writing in the sand, which felt surreal amidst the ordinary setting.

The scene was quite vivid, especially the words in the sand and the bird footprints surrounding them.

Joni, your dream of a ghost communicating with you through writing in the sand is rich with symbolism and emotional undertones. The initial pleasant interaction suggests a longing for connection or communication, perhaps with parts of yourself that you’re still coming to terms with. The sand signifies impermanence, a reminder that our thoughts and feelings can shift, just like the coastline. The ghost could represent unresolved issues or aspects of your past that are trying to surface in a gentle manner, which is interesting given your experience with health issues and the impact they may have had on your emotional landscape.

  As the dream progresses and the energy shifts, it seems to reflect a deeper anxiety you may have regarding your loved ones, especially your dog. The transition from a nice interaction to a more negative energy indicates an underlying fear of loss or harm. This is a natural concern, especially as we navigate life's unpredictabilities. When you told the ghost not to hurt your dog, it signifies a protective instinct, showcasing how deeply you value those you care about. It also implies that you may feel vulnerable when facing challenges or uncertainties in your life.

  The words being surrounded by a circle of bird footprints adds an intriguing layer to your dream. Birds often symbolize freedom and transcendence, suggesting that even in moments of confusion or concern, there is a path to liberation from your worries.

Birds

Sleep

Dream About Ghost Writing In Sand

I was a child who saw spirits. This took place in what I thought was feudal japan but may have been China, but it was coming to the new age. I was born to be a priestess, haunted by a mistreated shamaness who called to me to use my power and destroy the lives that took hers unjustly. Similar to a witch. I was an orphan placed in a household with no children. I can’t remember what happened to my parents. They would prepare me to be a woman and marry me off. They were a humble, hardworking family. 

It began with visions of who I thought were my siblings, I would chase after the baby sister who was being kidnapped. My adopted parents would be upset with me and told me to stop talking to voices any time I mentioned it. Now a teenager, I was uncomfortable in women’s clothing, so I dressed in men’s to move around freely and not be perceived as a woman. I was also scolded for that. I was sent to school, which required me to walk for 20-30 minutes, maybe even close to an hour. Back and forth. The teacher and students told me I shouldn’t walk so long for a woman and arrange transportation but I insisted I didn’t mind and it was unnecessary. Someone who needs that transportation can use it. I would often tell haunting stories, using a flashlight (which didn’t exist back then so maybe candlelight), underneath my face to capture sharp, scary angles. Or even share the visions I saw. The class would be amused and a boy claimed his liking to me very proudly and vocally. I was conflicted, as I was flattered by him liking what seemed to be an outcast but also not reciprocating his feelings, since I didn’t want to be viewed as a romantic object. Which the teacher would also scold me if I came to class in male clothing or sharing stories my parents didn’t want me to share. Every student had a bead, most of them were blue and pink, divided by the genders. Mine was red, maybe with some green in it. And I was so proud of it. These beads were like our family jewels that hung from our clothing to show off our beauty or status. The boy would always sit by me and took great interest in my stories, motivating me to tell him more. I think that was what conflicted me about how I felt, he accepted me for who I was. 

The people who dropped me off at the family to be raised were paranormal investigators, and stopped me from going home one evening. They picked me up and took me to a haunted location and inquired my skills. I told them the spirits and translated for them, some spoke Chinese and some spoke English. One even spoke German. They were shocked by how advanced my natural abilities were with no training, but not shocked that I had them. They took me to a catacomb of funeral baskets and memorials there, where I showed a spirit a golden mirror, though there was no glass. It was just a golden round decorative object where it could see its reflection. And there it could go through its memories and see their living relatives. It was so greedy over the object it wouldn’t give any of the others a turn and I had to hold it up for hours. Eventually I left, because I came to the conclusion I would die there holding it up because it would never stop going on and on. I left the spirits to fight among themselves who got to use it next. The ghost hunters knew of that trick and just wanted to see how much I knew, and said yeah, that’s why they never show them the object. Now they took me to their home where they fully confirmed I am well into my abilities, to find their child. I was uncomfortable but I wanted to help and translated the baby’s coding on their device. Flash. Light. Four. See me. The mother grabbed the camera and began taking pictures, on the fourth picture, an image developed and they saw their infant crawling up the wall. I didn’t pry or investigate how their baby passed, but respected the privacy. They were so overcome with emotion and thankful I helped them see their deceased child. But then the wife began taking more pictures and the husband and I tried to stop her because she may scare off the spirit or irritate the other spirits. And that is when I saw my first vision of the dead woman who stalked me in the window. White skin, long shadow hair, and uncomfortable dark lips she grinned at me with. It seemed like she was calling out to me. Knowing now this technology they had, since I helped them, I wanted them to help me help my family understand I’m not ordinary. We went back home and I did the camera method on the home to show my parents their children. They were overcome with grief, over the loss of their two children. A young boy and a female toddler. They were taken from them. One day, someone abducted the girl and the boy who was left to watch over her chased after their sister. Neither was to ever be seen again. While you could hold onto the hope they may be alive, if I was seeing them, that meant they had passed. Which is why they took me in, wanting to both help me and raise the daughter they didn’t have anymore. Even though I clearly had special abilities, they wanted to live as mundane as they could. That is when we went to the palace, to leave it up to the king to decide if I can have permission to become a holy priestess or be married off when I am of age. That is when I saw my first demon, a long black shadow all snake like that hung over the king with a white face and terror eating grin. The king declared he would wed me, to prevent my priesthood. Which the guards knew he would more likely kill me, as he had been hunting down priestess and shamans, ordering their death. The demon, no one could hear, threatened to sexually assault me and make me suffer, that I would not expel him. I wasn’t intimidated by him, but more so the fact I wouldn’t be “in tact”, had the king got his hands on me, which may affect my divine abilities. I wanted to stay pure. That is when I took action and recited, dancing and chanting to call upon the gods, using my mysterious colored family jewel that was my blood family, and a fan. The previous kings that ruled over this court came down and saw the current king being controlled by a demon. They called upon a god to smite the demon so that I may cleanse the area and layer the court with protections. The god did so, and I performed the cleansings, but during this time the god was so entranced by me and did not return to the heaven realm. He saw I was the reincarnation of his love, who he had lost due to her pursuit and devotion for holiness and priesthood. He had never seen her again. No one could see the kings or god, but the kings disappeared and the god remained, but out of the way so he could further inspect me. The current king bowed to me which led to the whole court and my family bowing to me. The king gifted me a shrine close to his home which meant a great deal of protection, and it would be the most notorious shrine of the land, as I acted with great courage and nobility, and saved the king thus saving the country and his bloodline. The god was scared history would repeat himself and didn’t want to miss this opportunity to have his love again. Once I was at the shrine, layering it with protections, charms, candles, the god seized the opportunity of possessing the boy who admired me. He locked himself in the shrine and raped me, and due to my conflicting feelings for him, my protections weakened and the evil spirit of a woman broke through, immediately possessing me. I could see not just through my eyes, but dug deep past the shadows of her memories. She also used to be a shamaness who would perform rituals and exorcisms, but she was beaten, tortured, and executed. Maybe she was even the shamaness that the god fell in love with or maybe one that his love failed to save. I didn’t have the opportunity to discuss anything with him, as we never held a conversation before he made the sinful, lustful, selfish choice he did. I was trapped inside a body I no longer could control, plagued by darkness and this woman’s anguish. As far as I could tell, she used to be a good person, unless she did some unholy things that led her down this path. I couldn’t investigate further before my dream ended.

Despite its complex narrative, the dream maintained a logical progression, illustrating the protagonist's journey and challenges.

The Priestess and the Shadows

The dream exuded a sense of conflict and fear, highlighted by the haunting presence of spirits and the struggle for identity.

High intensity was experienced during moments of confrontation with the demon and the emotional turmoil of the protagonist.

The dream felt somewhat surreal, blending elements of historical Japan with fantastical elements like spirits and demons.

The imagery was strikingly vivid, especially when depicting the interactions with spirits and the regal court.

Kristen, your dream is a rich tapestry of symbolism and emotional undertones that speaks to your journey of self-discovery and the struggle for autonomy in a world that often seeks to define and limit us. The setting of feudal Japan or China suggests a time of rigid social structures and expectations, paralleling your own feelings of being constrained by societal norms, particularly regarding gender roles. The shamaness who haunts you represents the parts of yourself that feel oppressed or misjudged, echoing the anxiety and depression you've experienced in waking life. She embodies the struggle against injustice, perhaps mirroring your own battles with external pressures and internal conflicts about your identity.

  Your portrayal as a child who sees spirits indicates a deep intuition and a connection to realms beyond the ordinary. This innate ability reflects your desire to understand and navigate the complexities of your emotional world, particularly in light of your past experiences with loss and trauma. The visions of siblings and the subsequent abduction narrative may symbolize feelings of helplessness or loss of control regarding your own familial relationships or the longings for connection that might feel unattainable. The discomfort you felt in women’s clothing, paired with your choice to dress as a man, highlights your struggle with societal expectations around femininity and how they clash with your self-perception and autonomy.

  The interactions with your classmates and the boy who admires you reveal a longing for acceptance while grappling with the fear of being objectified. The red bead you wore, distinct from your peers, signifies your unique identity and the pride you take in it, despite external pressures to conform. This part of the dream serves as a poignant reminder of the challenges you face in being true to yourself while navigating relationships and societal expectations.

  As you delve deeper into the paranormal investigations, your natural abilities become a focal point, illustrating your yearning to validate your experiences and intuitions. The golden mirror symbolizes the desire to reflect on one’s past and to connect with lost loved ones, serving as a powerful metaphor for your own journey to reconcile with loss and grief. The haunting spirits and their greed for the mirror could represent the unresolved emotions or traumas that demand acknowledgment and healing. Your decision to leave the spirits to their disputes reflects a critical turning point in your dream where you assert your boundaries, showcasing your growing strength and independence.

  Finally, the climactic struggle against the king and the demon serves as a metaphor for the external and internal battles you face. The demon threatens to take away your purity and agency, reflecting a fear of losing control over your own body and identity. Your actions to call upon the gods and cleanse the court highlight your inherent power and courage in confronting adversity, even when it may seem insurmountable. However, the tragic turn of events in the shrine, where you are overpowered by both the god and the shamaness’s spirit, speaks to the complexities of power dynamics and the fear of being overwhelmed by forces beyond your control. This aspect of the dream resonates with your experiences of feeling trapped by societal expectations and personal struggles, emphasizing the ongoing journey toward reclaiming your autonomy and understanding your own identity amidst chaos.

Child

Demon possession

Family

School

Dream Of Seeing Spirits And Shamans

Traveled to a well known haunted house and singing in the house and seeing ghosts and saw a priest in a long black shirt

The dream was somewhat disjointed, moving from singing to ghost sightings without a clear narrative.

Haunted House Singing

The dream had a mix of excitement and fear as I sang in a haunted house surrounded by ghosts.

The intensity was high as I experienced both joy from singing and fear from the ghostly encounters.

The setting felt familiar and eerie, especially with the presence of a priest in a long black shirt.

The details were strikingly clear, with vivid images of the haunted house and its spectral inhabitants.

Haunted house

Priest

Singing

Dream About Singing In Haunted House

So, this dream felt very very weird. So, actually, I saw a dream of my grandmother, but my grandmother actually cried, and she doesn't look my grandmother, but her face looked familiar. And, in my dream, there was my mother, father, and grandmother. They all looked, they all felt strange, like a feeling of strangeness. So, yeah, my mom was with a holding handkey, and she said, look, it has light, it has a yellow mark, and it means someone has black magic, and gave to us a negative energy, and bad energies. So, I saw it, and told my mom, there's no yellow mark, it's just a design. But, after some time, I saw, yes, there's a yellow mark. It was crazy, right? Now, we were surrounded by the bad energies and ghosts. Then, I heard a boom, and again, they got someone, sent us a black magic copy. I saw it, it also was here with yellow marks. It was scary. When I saw it, I got scared, and I ran away, and my mother and father were sleeping. So, I took the paper, and I secretly put it. Like, I don't want to harm myself, or mother, or others. So, I put the black magic paper down my father's pillow, where I was sleeping. Like, it's just useless, I want him to die. Then, I came in my room, and wake up my sister. Like, I tried to sleep with her, but then I felt like, like, I'm not so bad, that I want to kill my father. I just felt sad, like, my father will die, even though he hate me, he hate me so bad, he abuse me. Still, I don't want to kill him. So, I ran away, and went to my mother's. My parents were sleeping, I told my mother about that, and told her that there's a black magic paper. So, they threw it at me, and I went to sleep. I was very scared, and horrid, and just very scared, very scared.

The narrative was somewhat disjointed, moving from one fearful scenario to another without a clear sequence.

Confronting the Shadows

The dream was filled with a sense of dread and sadness, especially with the sight of a crying grandmother and the looming threat of black magic.

The dream was highly intense, filled with fear and the urgency of protecting loved ones from perceived evil.

Despite the surreal elements, the familial interactions felt relatable and intense, especially the confrontation about the yellow mark.

The details were quite vivid, particularly the imagery of the yellow mark and the feelings of strangeness surrounding family members.

Abuse

Death

Dream About Black Magic And Fear

Relationships

Being Pregnant

Engagement Ring

Flat tire

Held Down

Masturbate

Menstrual

Sachet

Volar

Dreaming of ghosts can represent unresolved issues from the past that are haunting you. It can also symbolize fear of the unknown or fear of death. Alternatively, it may indicate that you are feeling disconnected from others or that you are feeling like an outsider.

Ghosts – Dream Interpretations

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