Ashley

So, it's a little complicated; so bear with me:

During the day, I work in an office and at night, I'm a tattoo artist (I'm almost at superhero status, lol).

There is a guy at my day job, who always flirts with me and asks me personal questions; such as whether I'm single or random questions about my past relationships. I have told him that I liked him, more than a friend, and he said that he likes me back but his biggest concern is that he doesn't want to lose or mess up his job. I respected his choice and although we still continue with our flirting, I left it the way it was. (By the way, I'm the Office Manager and I checked the handbook about office dating and there are no rules against it :D)

Well, he became aware of the fact that I am a tattoo artist around Valentine's Day, and since then; he has been asking for a tattoo. He came to my shop last week, filled out the paperwork and I got started. While tattooing him, I kept feeling like he was staring at me, which is normal; because most of the time, the customer is staring at their tattoo. But every time I would look up, he was staring right into my eyes. It was this intense stare, he didn't look angry or in pain; but I haven't gotten this stare from a customer during a tattoo before. It actually made me kind of uncomfortable at first, but he kept staring; and I would ask him "What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" and he would calmly respond with, "No, you're fine" and maintain the same stare.

I finished his tattoo late in the evening, and I closed up shop and he stuck around and even helped me with taking the trash out to the curb, before I set the alarm and locked up. He was parked next to my car, and he helped me get some of my tools into the car. He thanked me, and leaned in for what I thought was a hug. He seemed to hesitate, but when we pulled away; I felt like he was waiting for something, but he quickly leaned in again; and kissed my cheek (We are both Hispanic, so usually this is normal for me)

What I want to know, is why he was staring at me the way he was; and what his deal was. Did he want to kiss me? Or am I over thinking this whole situation? He asked me this morning, if I could do another tattoo on him next week; if that makes any difference.

I'm really hoping for some serious questions, please...

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Leaping lizards, Batman! I guess a six story statue of Jesus was a bad idea in more than one way!

I had a dream last night that was very disturbing. First, let me say that although I do not believe in god, I have always been more spiritual than anything. I go to Cassadaga, FL (Oldest psychic community in America) often, to get readings; and I have been told many times that spirits are drawn to me, that I have a have very strong psychic "vibrations", as they have told me. My grandfather passed away in June of 2006. He and I were not very close until his final years. My grandmother and he were divorced, and he would only come to visit when he was sick (He had 7 strokes in his life, and had diabetes and had his right leg amputated a few months before he left)

He was not embalmed, and was a direct cremation. As it was a witness cremation, I saw my grandfather minutes before the cremation process began.

Sorry, I had to give a brief history...

In my dream, I was at my grandmothers home. I was sitting on the couch, and my grandfather was standing in the kitchen walking towards me with the help of either my mother or my grandmother. It was scary, because although my grandfather had been cremated; he showed signs of serious decomposition. His skin was gray, and peeling; he was sickly looking, nothing like what he looked like when I last saw him. He was trying to smile, but he looked like he was in pain.

He had his leg amputated, but in my dream; he had both legs. I was aware in my dream that he was dead, but I was okay with it. I was happy to see him. He came to hug me, so I stood up and he hugged the right side of my body. When he hugged me, he was very cold; so cold that I actually woke up from my dream. I sat up in bed, and realized that I was "cocooned" in my blanket and my left side was warm; but my right side felt icy; I was only cold in the area that my grandpa hugged me.

The reason I am frightened, is because my family takes these dreams very seriously. Growing up, my grandmother would have dreams of deceased people; and shortly after, a family member would pass away. My aunt and mother have the same kind of dreams. I don't know if this is important, but I have seen spirits before. I have seen "shadow people" in my home, and I have seen my deceased cousin several times. This scares me, because several family members are not in their best health.

Can anyone help me with an interpretation? I can't stop thinking about this? Please don't tell me that I being stupid or silly, or that I had a nightmare. I didn't watch any scary movies lately, I didn't eat junkfood before retiring to bed, I haven't even been really stressed out either. I have some health problems, but nothing too horribly serious.

Thank you.

What color and kind of underwear am I wearing?

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Needy, overbearing mother-in- law?

Let me explain the situation, and I apologize in advance for the length.

I have been dating my boyfriend for almost 2 years, we have been engaged for a little less than a year (We are taking our engagement slow) When I first started dating him, he told me that he is very close to his mother who has fibromyalgia and lupus and is bedridden. He is 24 (I am 22) and he lives in a trailer home with his mother, 28 year old sister, and her 2 children.

This family could not be more dysfunctional! His sister is bipolar, and does not medicate herself, so she throws fits constantly and does not take care of her children, always wants to go out and find a new "father" for her children. One of her children, she gave away to her son's grandmother (the son's father) to "get back" at her mother (my boyfriend's mother) My boyfriend is constantly watching her children, all hours of the night. And his mother, is always having him run errands for him, and always yelling at him for things not being done in the house. She always puts him on guilt trips and makes him feel like poopie (sorry, I don't want to curse tonight)

She is always on medication, and is always asking for things. She is at risk of foreclosure with her home, although more than half of my boyfriend's paychecks go to her. (Where does she spend the money, it's obviously not going to the house) There are so many incidents where my boyfriend and I make plans but are ruined because his mother does not want him to be away from her.

I don't wan't to sound selfish, I have tried to be patient and hope that things will get better, but I feel that his sister should help take care of his mother. She does not have a job, does not have to pay any rent, is on welfare and gets child-support. She literally sleeps all day while her children tear up the house. I have been placed in serious debt, because I bought my boyfriend a cell-phone, and he couldn't pay because he had to help his mother financially. I have been to her doctor's appointments, and they suspect that she plays off her illnesses, that she should not be in such pain with all the medicine she is on. She sleeps all day, and the time that she is awake, my boyfriend is running around; buying Mc Donalds, picking up medicine, etc. He does not have a car, so I take him to work across town, and I work nearly an hour away, and when I pick him up from work I want to spend time, but we cant. My time with him is spent running him on her errands, and doing whatever she needs.

I'm losing patience, with him and his whole family. I just wish that he could set up some boundaries, so that we can build our future.

My question is...am I doing the right thing by staying with him? I love him, but I despise his sister, and am beginning to feel the same for his mother.

I just ate some 'dirty' potato chips. Are those considered unclean? What do I need to do to cleanse myself? :P

Why is it when we are having a discussion with a religious person (I'm Atheist), that they have to give us some random answer that doesn't answer the question at all? Like "What's 2+2?" And their answer is "Fish"

I worked at Petland a couple of years back, and I used to take home the sick animals and nurse them back to health and then bring them back. I brought home a Cairn Terrier/Poodle mix that was hypoglycemic and had an upper respiratory infection. I took care of him with the medicine given to me by Pet Land's veterinarian, and he kept getting sick everytime I would bring him back, he would have to be placed in a nebulizer twice a day. I finally decided to buy him, and just bring him home. Within a day of bringing him home, he was better, and now he is a year and a half old, and his name is "H", short for Hyena.

When he first came home, there were no problems. I also have a 13 year old mini schnauzer, and a 2 year old mini schnauzer, and they all get along well. But when he reached 6 months, he became very distructive; I assumed that it was normal puppy behavior, and I tried to remove all of the objects from the house that he should not be eating/chewing. I replaced them with more stuffed animals, and raw hide to appease his chewing urges (i would supervise when he would have raw hides) I dont know what the problem is. He seems to be getting in to something all the time, and he shows aggressive behavior around my other two dogs now, and he show submissive behavior towards myself and any human in the household. ( He urinates, when you get too close or try to pet him.) He seems to be a very happy dogs he loves to be pet, and scratched, once you get past the urination part, and he loves to go for walks, but it's sad to not be able to hold my own dog. Also, he is neutered and has a humping problem still.

I need a little help figuring out a dream. I have been nightmares the last two nights in a row. This one however, was I was a little girl, and I was with my cousins (one of them passed away 4 years ago) and my fiance (we were all little kids, and I never knew my fiance as a child). Some men broke into our house, and they held us captive, and my parents were murdered. I didn't see the murder, they were just crying and told us that the men were letting us leave but they had to stay. My parents handed me a paper bad with small cassette tapes, but I don't know what the significance of that was. My dream jumps to the present time, and I am in my fiance's home, sitting with him on the couch, and I asked him what happened to my parents, and suddenly; the men who killed my parent's walked into the house. They were moving furniture for my fiance's family!!! I run out of the house and men are outside trying to stop me, and I run into a neighbors home and he lets me and locks the door. I have heard of dream interpretation, but it's hard to get an interpretation on something detailed like that. I did not know who the men were, nor did I see them kill my parents, I just knew in the dream that they had died. Please help!