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My dreams are coming true

I am under the sign of Aquarius. Since childhood, I have seen all sorts of strange things that others have not seen ... 

I am under the sign of Aquarius. Since childhood, I have seen all sorts of strange things that others have not seen ... I remember, I was six years old, one night I was awakened by noise in the kitchen. I got up from the bed and went downstairs. And there was a party there. The table was laid, strangers, dressed in a strange way, wandered around the table. 

Everyone was talking, laughing and toasting to the old people sitting on the sandwich. He has a curled mustache and large gray hair, she is in a silver-gray dress, with a white flower tied in her gray hair. And suddenly everything was gone. 

wedding anniversary ghosts 

Mom came into the kitchen, worried that I wasn't in bed. I said what I saw. Mom was surprised, but instead of saying that I had a dream, she asked me to describe in detail the elders who were sitting on the sandwich. Then she went to her room and brought a photo album. I easily found their photos.

Mom looked at me carefully. He is my grandfather and my grandmother. You couldn't know them, she said. It turned out that this day was their wedding anniversary. 

Sleepy lovers 

When I grew up, the visions ended, but I never forgot that I had such a gift. He spoke suddenly many years later. 

At that time I lived with my fiancé Rafal. One day his company decided to send him to Spain for three years as their representative. We thought about how we will survive the separation. Twice a year I could visit him for a week, and once a month he had to pay off the Polish headquarters, so we had a day at our disposal. We decided that we love each other and we can do it. 

One night I woke up with a feeling of great fear. When I fell asleep again, I found myself in a room. It was dusk, a soft light burned. I looked at everything from above. In the center of the room was a large bed, on which a naked couple lay in a loving embrace. I heard men's assurances of endless love. I saw the figures of lovers as if through a fog. I could only see the woman's long blond hair. 

Spanish dream room. 

However, I had an inner conviction that this situation somehow affected me. I started looking around the room. On either side of the bed, I noticed two small wardrobes in some strange Moroccan style. Opposite the window stood a large clock, also decorated with ornaments, and crossed swords above the door. 

For several days I could not get rid of sleep. I really wanted to tell Rafal this dream, snuggle up in his arms and feel safe. Fortunately, a month later was my weekly visit to my fiancé. 

Since the last time, Rafal has changed apartments. He welcomed me now to a beautiful house rented by the company, in which an elderly housekeeper and a young maid lived with him. He immediately showed me a beautiful garden and showed me the house, and also showed me the doors of the rooms where the women lived. Since I arrived, they had a week off. 

I always liked to look at the apartments and their decoration. So the next day, when Rafal was at work, I looked into the servants' quarters. The hostess's house was very clean, tidy, a small stove and a sink in the corner behind a curtain. Then I went to the maid's room. I opened the door and… almost lost consciousness.

There was a huge bed in front of me. Two Moroccan wardrobes on the sides. Opposite the window is a large carved clock. I turned around abruptly. As I expected, crossed swords hung over the door. On one of the cabinets lay a light brown wig. Of course! The Spanish blonde is quite rare.  

i don't like panties  

I rushed out of my room like crazy, immediately packed up, caught a taxi and drove to the airport. Maybe if I didn't remember my childhood visions, I would have some doubts. Maybe, if not for this wig, I would have tried to explain this situation with Rafal. But I remembered that I could see more than others, and I had no doubts.  

I broke up with Rafal. And he somehow did not try to apologize to me. He loved her... well, sometimes. But why did he lie to me?! Gentlemen, more courage!

 

Yvona from Przemysl 

 

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