Only about three nights ago, I had a fairly disturbing dream that heavily featured blood and I 'm really intrigued to know what meaning it has.
I was standing in what seemed like a school corridor (odd because I haven't been in school for four years!) with a group of people I didn't know. The lights were out, but one of them was flickering, and as we looked down this corridor, it flickered to illuminate a man standing there, drenched head to toe in blood. The light continues to flicker, and the man tells us to look up.
I look up to see the ceiling dripping blood in huge puddles, as though the room above is flooded with it and it's leaking.
The man is speaking to me, but I can't remember what he said, and as he speaks, he seems to be fighting back tears.
He then falls to his knees, crying, still drenched in blood.
I tell the group of people to leave without me, to get out of there. I then go to the man.
The last thing I remember of it, I was on my knees beside him, cradling his head as he continued to cry heavily into me.
I really want to get an idea of what this dream could be a reflection of.
I had a dream the other night that i was having sunday dinner with a guy i work with. It was in a small house. The strange thing is the plates had holes in them and the gravy on the sunday dinner was falling through the holes!!!
I sit next to this guy at work most days and get on really well with him. He makes me laugh.
The other thing is in 11 weeks i'm getting married to my boyfriend of 9 years!!
Date/Time: 2010-04-26 11:02:11 PDT
Sender IP: 184.108.40.206 [United Kingdom] vaefgrskyblfenwz
when i woke up (from the pins) we were all in this big room and were removing the pins from our body (pins that you use for sewing) mainly our necks, then theres this person in white and i just somehow know that she was the helicopter earlier. then she told the right line to stand up coz she was gonna heal them then they all had this yellow light around them, then it the left line which i was in and we all were in this yellow light as well but then after the light was gone there was still this pin from my neck. (the girl punished us for going on top of the castle, i think)
after that were somehow inside the castle and i was running away from this man with guns coz he wants to kill us so then i was running then i ended up on this place where all the other teenagers was having lunch there was a red and white stripe over us to cover from the sun and i was telling them to run, i just kept on running but then i heard lots of gunshots then i kneeling on the floor beside this gallon-big-jugs of water, then i think the other people was thinking that it was my fault for bringing the guy to that place but then i was mixing water with this white liquid, im not sure but i think its milk and then i was blessing it with my hands and it is somehow going ti be used to bring the kids that was shot back, to heal them...
Other info: my grandma and my other 3 cousins was with me on the boat but not in the island or the castle
it was 1am on the 10th of september
i had no clue where i was it was a dream
so i went with the flow but i knew i was in a small apartment 20th floor? building with strangers
that seemed nice we were relaxing and there were drugs everywhere actual drugs
no marijuana:(. suddenly i heard chaos
the peaple i was with were arguing and
fighting i kinda ignored it and kept watching the obama deception wich was
a a true documentory about nwo and false flag terror(the weird thing is that movie dident exist yet). anywaze time fast forward about 7hours every one was still fighting and yelling i was getting irratated so i opened the window and
one of the women who was yelling through her infant son out the window from a different room then i looked in the backround and saw one of the towers fall then i heard voices that were not there they were saying stuff like "finaly we did it" "now we prepare for armagetton" "now we need one more crisis just the right one they will except our new world order"
"keep moving sheeple"
then i woke up. does that all mean something?
Other info: Thank you
Date/Time: 2010-04-24 09:31:22 PDT
Sender IP: 220.127.116.11 [United States] vaefgrskyblfenwz
Other info: the night i had this dream me and my boyfriend were talking about getting married
I am a new step mom. I have been married for two years now to a wonderful man. He has three children that live with us 90% of the time. I have a great relationship with all three children and have never been treated with disrespect. The kids Mom suffers from a sever mental disorder, so their relationship with their mother is slim to non. About 2 months ago I had an aweful dream. I don't recall all the details.... but I cut my three children up and put them in a blender. After blending them, I put them in pint jars. I remember sun outside and lettuce on the counter. There was no blood, the jars looked to be full of blended pears. My husband and I have a california kind bed that has decorative metal bars that are above our heads from corner post to corner post. I killed my husband but In my dream I did not see how I did that. I laid his body on the bars above our bed and set the jars on his stomach. I woke up screaming, seaty and jumped out of bed and leaned against the wall. I was shaking and crying when my husband walked over to me and helped me calm down. I could not go back to sleep that night and struggled with sleep for nearly two weeks after. Can you help me? I have vivid, detailed dreams almost every night. Some to the point that I feel like I wake up more tired than when I went to sleep. I toss and turn and often jump out of my bed to turn on lights due to dreams of spiders, bugs or other creepy things. I am happy with my life. I am happy in my marriage and happy as a mom. Does this dream mean anything? Help. I just want to forget about it.
Then an old intimate friend comes from in front of me, an my thoughts where (what is he doing here). We both where happy to see each other, he tries to give me a kiss as he walks up to me but idont let him, I told him that if those 5 guys catch him they will not let it happen. He stands in back of me and he is about to push my swing, im ver happy and im very happy about it. but he only barely pushes it and I becme disappointed , tlling him why didnt he push theswin , I wouldnt have cared wh would have saw us, he said be " becasue you asked me to be careful".
I get up from the swing and I walk towards the 5 guys and the intire time the just kept an eye out for my old friend. My fiend walks behind me and hugs me I turn around and wejust look at each others eyes, Then I falsely wake up, i kow that i havnt really woke up, and I am standing in front of a castle, it belongs to a well feared vampire , many life times ago. The vampire had been killed ages ago and he died along wit his true unforbdden love.
I stood there it was night time , there was many deputys guarding the castle an so I thought. I look down and im dressed like women use to when supposeably vampire lived in castles. I thught to myslf this is very odd, why hve I traveled to ths place. Then th deputys and their guards seen me standing there andhe rushes to me an tells me "dont worry we shall guard you like we alwasy have, just because the vampire as been dead ages ago, doesnt mean we arent in alert", I was speechless because I had no idea what h was talking about, then I looked up at the castl again and I remembered (like if it was a memory not a dream) i remembered I had fallen inlove with the vampire and he had fallen inlove with me, But our love was forbidden and condemend. My heart ached s much.
Then the deputies felt alarmed, all the castle doors where opening and sayin open, they could not be closed. I hard a voice behindme say " whatever he(vampire) is and has done in that past life will reflect on this one and he made sure he left all the doors open , so there would be no stopping him in getting to you...I felt so happy and relieved that I would some day be with my true love.
Then I really woke up
Other info: those 5 guys warned me about 3 intities trying to make me believe that there was 4 of them and that it was them the reason I have a hard time falling asleep
Other info: Yesterday i saw my crush with my bestfriend, i think she likes him and i had a weird feelinh, as if im still in love with him. so maybe there's a relation?
in my first dream: I found out my ex was talking to me and his on ex girlfriend (the only girl to ever break up with him that he always used to go back to and broke up with all his other ex girlfriends for) at the same time. In the dream we both found out and got really angry at him and told him to leave us both alone. When this all happened we were in a weird building with a lot of pools and hot tubs. My one friend went up and asked my ex.. "what's going on don't you like britt (me)? and he was like "no i do I really like her but I already have her. She's always going to be there.. but I don't have jamie (his ex), I almost did I was so close and now its all ruined." Then in the dream he went and talked to me and apologized and I took him back. Later one of his ex girlfriend's friends went up to him and was like I think you and Jamie need to talk.. So he went to talk to her and then she ended up forgiving him and then he left me again and went back to her.
i was in a really big Farm-like house , it was about 8floors up. but there was bridges everywhere. at the very bottom there was a big pond. with clear water, i saw my reflection. it didn't look deep at all , but when i saw a penny i wanted to get , i reached down to get it but then i fell right in the water and suddenly it was very deep inside, from that i woke up and had no idea of what else might had happen
Then we were all then in the front yard and we realized our car was gone. My friend and brother-in-law went into the girls garage to steel her car. Just as they were aproaching her car I noticed our car down the hill and was telling them not to take the girls car, that our car was down the hill. I kept pointing at our car down the hill.
This is where I woke up. The entire dream seemed very real and detailed which is not typical for me.
Other info: The guy was my first love and we had met when I was 13 and he was 14, we were on and off for three years and he put me through so much pain with cheating, name calling, and a lot of lying and ignoring. It's been 3-4 years how we have not been together and barely talk, talk is very general, and a friend of mine constantly tells me when she reminds him of what he put me through, he tells her that he doesn't want to talk about it as though it's something that strikes him in a bad way. Another thing that comes up in my mind is that he gave me his mom's class ring 3 years ago, his mom recently passed away and I don't know if he remembers that because when I brought it up after our breakup he said he completely forgot about it.
then something happened where someone had to be rushed to the hospital, which was the other half of the building the bowling alley was in. soon the old man in the wheelchair got called into the hospital, and now he was supposedly my father and i didnt even remember being with my real father earlier. I went in the room with him and he said he was getting a face life. i told myself not to watch the surgery cuz it would be too disgusting. i sat on another hospital bed and a bunch of doctors put a curtain around the old man. i just sat there and saw this one good looking nurse who had a weird leather jacket that had huge puckered lips bulging out of the back.
then a bunch of people started rushing in and i thought they might need the hospital bed so i jumped off. it turned out it was a little kid with some nurses. he pointed his finger at "my father" and yelled "that's him! that's the murderer!". i said "no...that's my father" and someone else yelled "that son of a bitch would murder anyone!". the little kid explained that the old man wasnt really getting a face lift and was just trying to murder a nurse. i looked at him and he looked completely still, but then said "let satan guide you, son".
the nurse he wanted to kill walked in the room and i ripped an earplug from the old man's ear and threw it at her so she would stop coming toward him. she yelled and started running away to have me arrested so i started chasing her. soon i caught up to her and tackled her in a room that was a dead end. then i dont think i was me anymore, and watched someone else in the situation i got into. the new "me" pulled out a strange alien-type gun and was surrounded by a bunch of police with guns pointed at him. then a bunch of other people with alien weapons came in and made the police promise not to arrest him. that's where it ended.
It skips to a scene where the girl and I are coming out of what may be a church, we are holding hands. The man comes up behind us. He doesn't say anything. I turn around and see him. I turn to the girl and i say "Amy, RUN" the girl begins to run fast.
Now all I see is the girl. The town is dark it the streets are dirt roads, she is running and running and she makes it to the house. It's darker grey now, and she runs through white ash. She opens the door violently and as soon as she closes it, I am in the eyes of the girl. I scream out "Casadee" The girl or I, get a flashback and it seems Casadee is my older sister (I only have a younger broter). I or the little girl hears her answer "yeah?" I walk to the room to find a boom box, a it's playing the same sound "yeah?". My point of view changes to someone or something behind the little girl. Something standing in the dark slowly walking towards the girl standing over the boom box...
After this I woke up. It took me a while to be able to get out of bed. I was terrified.
I am 16, I am a girl. I am scared or the dark at night. I hate being alone in dark places. This town resembles a place I grew up in
I was told by someone I didnt know, a man, that I had to strangle this boy that was in front of us. He was aproximately teen aged. Next thing I know, he's face down on the ground and I have my hands on his neck squeezing the life out of him. Seconds before I go past the point of no return, I let go of his neck and am relieved I didnt kill him, but I am left with the feeling that now I might be in trouble if the man who told me to do this comes back and sees I didnt kill the boy. End of dream (thank God!)
We were outdoors, on a dirt road, no cars or houses around. I didnt recognize either person in my dream. It was summertime. The young boy appeared to be of mexican or native decent.
Other info: im 16 and used to be stressed with school because of sports and extracurricular activities
Last night's dream felt really important, somewhat disturbing. First of all, I should explain a few of the characters in the dream (I did not change their names.)
Andi-- I had a brief crush on him in college. He's from Albania, and he was a doctoral student in piano performance. I was an undergrad majoring in music composition, and I thought he was really hot. Like most of my crushes, I never acted on my feelings, but suffered in silence. One time after his recital I got to shake his hand, and I was surprised by how soft it was, even though he wasn't overweight. (Eventually the crush went away, and I wondered why I even thought he was hot.)
Sarah-- the music leader at my church, one of the pastor's daughters. I really don't like her for some reason, probably a mix of jealousy and disdain that she is less talented than I think I am, plus younger, and she's never had to suffer, but she seems to have the life that I've always wanted to have.
My brother-- In real life I get along with him really well.
It started out with me crying uncontrollably, just weeping. I was crying throughout the entire dream. I was very angry with my brother, and I was packing my bags to leave wherever I was. I was in a big square white room; there seemed to be kind of a short balcony all around the edge, probably only two feet high or so. I was standing on the balcony. There were familiar people all around. Suddenly I saw Andi standing on the ground right below where I was standing. I felt really drawn to him, but also really angry. He said, "Don't you remember that you and I are married?" I was angry and I said, "Oh yeah, how could we be married? You've been gone; I haven't seen you in years." I turned my back and refused to talk with him, while I finished putting things into my bags. Andi decided to write me a note, since I wasn't listening to what he said. He wrote on a small, square, white piece of paper, like a post-it note. I wouldn't take it, so he gave it to a friend who was standing next to me. She read it and said, "Oh Abigail, you have to read this, it's a beautiful love poem."
I snatched it from her hand, and read it as I was storming out of the room, off to the left. He had beautiful handwriting, with a curly Artistic A for my name:
"Abigail-- Is all of this really necessary, when you have me?"
Then there was a couplet that was supposed to be a mini love poem. I don't remember the words, but I remember it was a rather cheap poem. Something really easy like "I want you to come back / In love you will never lack." (Those weren't the words, but the idea was, it was the kind of thing you could write in 5 seconds!)
I remember shaking my head vigorously, sorrowfully, as I ran out of the room.
He called out behind me, "Don't you remember? We had just gotten married, and we rented a nice little apartment in Kansas City with wooden floors. We hadn't even moved the furniture in, when you ran off on some adventure with your brother!"
Then I realized that it was my fault, and I had the impression of having nothing but conflict and trouble with my brother. And I had no memory of any conflict with Andi.
I was outside of the room, but I paused, and leaned my head on my folded arms, while standing up. (A strange posture in real life!) Through the slit of light reaching my eyes through my arms, I saw Sarah standing in front of me half-crouched in a kind of strange posture, pointing at me. It sort of looked like a martial-arts position?? I had to look a few times just to figure out who and what it was.
When she saw that she had my attention, she said, "Are you leaving us now? I mean in the Christian sense." (Dreams sometimes word things strangely; I understood the meaning to be, "Are you abandoning your Christian faith?") Of course, I would never abandon my Christian faith, but I did NOT want to talk with her, so I just waved my arms wildly, dismissively, still crying. There was a bed nearby, and I threw myself on it. I heard a snippet of "Humoresque" by Dvorak, and I thought, "Even if I lose everything, I know I'll always like Dvorak's music, even if he's not my favorite composer."
Then the thought came to me, "It would be nice to live in a home where someone was practicing piano a lot." (Andi was a piano player.) Then I felt sad that I could not longer play the piano like I used to.
Then I fell into hysterics, losing consciousness. I felt people were gathering around me, concerned. When I opened my eyes I saw Andi's face smiling at me, and he was holding my left hand. He had a soft hand. I thought that his face was simply beautiful, indescribable. He was so peaceful, so faithful. I wanted to move back in with him, and I thought, "I don't care if we move to eastern Europe, or anywhere, if we are together."
End of dream
I feel very desperate to understand this dream. More desperate than any dream I've had in a long time. I sense it is extremely important, but I'm not getting it. First of all, I am pretty sure my "adventures with my brother" represent my marriage. My husband is, after all, a Christian brother, but we've had nothing but problems and conflicts since we met.
But what does Andi represent? My first guess was that he represents Jesus, and it seemed to make sense, since I have been rather cold towards Jesus (everyone, actually) lately, and I want to get back to the spiritual condition I used to be in. But I'm not completely satisfied with this explanation. First of all, I've known Jesus since I was a child, not since right before meeting my husband, as the dream seems to put it. Secondly, I don't think Jesus would write a tacky poem! It just seems a bit weird.
Then I thought maybe Andi represents my animus, but I don't really know how to deal with that concept.
Then I thought maybe he represents my "ideal" man, the one I always hoped I'd meet and marry. This ideal was shattered the day before my wedding. I've had to kill the ideal in order to face reality, but maybe the dream's telling me he's still alive somewhere.
I don't know which of these options is right, and even more importantly, I don't know what to do about it.
A dream dictionary I consulted said that crying in a dream is a way to express inner emotions in a safe environment. If so, it seems I would have awakened rather refreshed, with a feeling of release. But that was not the case. I woke up disturbed, unwilling to face the day.
Two days later, I did start to cry, but only for about 30 seconds or so. I know I need to cry to get the negative energy out, but it seems pointless and unhelpful towards solving my real problems. It immobilizes me, when what I desperately need is a plan of action, something that will bring me real life and peace. Anyway, I can't cry; it has been blocked.
Other info: i never want this to happen again thats how scared i was and its really hard to explain
My Dream: "I did everything I was told by my mother. I sat with her, got her food, and even lied down with her, even when every nerve in my body just wanted to go downstairs, where the party was at. My mother told me specifically not to go down there because he was there—which is exactly why I wanted to go in the first place.
"I'll be right back, mom." I said quietly. She was napping quietly next to me since it was getting late. Darker and darker it got.
"Hmm? Oh. Where are you going?" she whispered quietly.
"Oh. Well, I need to go to the bathroom." I lied quickly.
"Ok. Come back quickly." She advised, falling back to sleep. This is my chance! I thought panicking. I ran quickly to my room, knowing that I had little time to get dressed and run down there. The need to see him just kept growing stronger and stronger, until I couldn't bare it anymore.
I found the perfect outfit to wear, something I was saving for a while. It was pinkish- purple, and flow-y. I was getting the skirt on when my mother suddenly entered the room. "Where do you think your going?!" she roared angrily. I felt frightened, but I would do anything, sacrifice anything, just to see him. My mother found the hanger lying on the dresser and beat me with it in multiple places. I cried out in pain, and fear, but knew that it was worth it, just to see him. "You think you're smart? You think I don't know where you're going?" she asked rhetorically. I didn't reply; I just waited for it to end. All I wanted was to go down there, to the party, the fun. To him. Suddenly, the pain ended. I looked up to see her leaving, but knowing that she would be back at any moment, with something worse to beat me with. I finished getting dressed with lightening speed, ignoring the sore bruises and aches all over my body, just knowing that I was moments away from him. I lifted up my skirt, and ran rapidly down our curved steps, my curled hair flying all around me, my skirt flowing from behind me. I didn't care that I was making a racket. All I knew was that I was almost there… I ran across the dark hall, around to the basement door, knowing he was just beyond my reach. I opened the door to the basement, shutting it gently behind me. The light was on beyond the stairs. Though the stairs were still dark, they weren't dark enough for me to not be able to see. A dark figure materialized before my eyes as they adjusted to the dark. The figure was sitting on the bottom step, right at the border of the light in the room, and the dark of the stairs. As I reached the final step, I felt an arm grab mine—screeching me to a halt. I recognized the feeling, the touch. It was so familiar; I didn't need to see who it was to know who. My heart skipped a beat as I felt those oh-so familiar long, slender fingers curl around my wrist. "[His name]" I sighed happily, quietly, but he heard me. It was so worth it, to have this figure touching me. He pulled me in to the light, to have a better look at me. My eyes stung with tears as I really saw his face. I missed him so much! "I was awaiting your arrival." He said emotionally. It was so nice to hear his voice. "I--…" I didn't know where to start, there was so much to say!
"Sshh." He soothed as he pulled me into an unbreakable embrace, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. I felt comfortable there, in his arms. Like nothing can come between us, so safe and protected. Like an earthquake can happen right then and there, and nothing could come between us. I knew that my mother would come down there any moment, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that he was there, and that he was touching me. I felt so perfect and so happy, that tears began to flow from my eyes continuously. I didn't care who was watching, I just wanted him there with me. At that moment, I realized that I must be in love, and that he must love me back, without a doubt. His arms slid up and down my back. My arms grabbed his hair, his neck in a choke-hold. I looked up to see his face. He was smiling widely, and looking down into my big, brown eyes. He slid his arms back up to my waist as I rested my head back on his shoulder, my face cuddled in his neck. This was my happy place. I didn't mind staying here forever, just so that he was there with me. Our hold on each other spoke a million unspoken words; let us pour out our feelings. I told him exactly what happened with my mother, by not saying anything. He responded his understanding by holding me tighter. I needed him there like I needed air to breath, and we held each other there for an immeasurable moment. My mother didn't end up coming down after all, but after getting my head back up, I looked into his eyes for a moment before waking up to find out that it was all a dream."
Well, this was my dream, and i really would appreciate it if it was interpreted, because i have a strong intuition telling me it meant something. Thank you.
extra information: my parents don't allow me to date, I'm a teenager, I'm really afraid of my parents, and i always listen to them, which is probably why i haven't yet made a move on him.
my parents don't allow me to date, I'm a teenager, I'm really afraid of my parents, and i always listen to them, which is probably why i haven't yet made a move on him.
We dashed down the street and came to a yard with a fence around it and jumped over the fence. Ador started messing around with a cell phone and i heard people coming so i got up to run again. as i was about to jump over the fence, to another yard, i felt something on my shoulder and Ador yelled "the old man!". i looked down and saw an old man that i accidentally killed while jumping over the fence and realized his sock was on my shoulder. Ador said i kneed him in the face during the jump. We had no choice but to run now so i jumped over the fence, to the next yard.
the next yard had a maze of walls and Ador said we should keep running. i knew no one would catch us but i started praying like crazy and even thought about having a proper burial for the guy. we started crawling through the maze and this rap song by AZ called "more money, more murder, more homocide" started playing. when we got out of the maze we went directly in2 a bus and stayed there.
The dream fast forwarded to when we were adults and the AZ song was still playing for a really short time. the dream showed Ador and some other guy, that mightve been dylan smoking weed like crazy, showing that was all they eer did. i dont think i was part of the group anymore but i was still seeing wht was going on.
The dream went on to show this girl who could see the future. she met a bunch of people who lived in the woods, outcasted for sinning against God. she had her back turned and told them they would be doomed if they didnt prepare in less than 30 seconds. then she pulled the strings on her bikini and disappeared. just then some guy came bursting into the woods and all the outcasted people were transformed into hideous demons. there was a little boy, who turned into this fat gremlin made of fires who said he was the strongest becuz he completley turned on God. he started shooting arrows at the guy but they didnt seem to hurt him to much. i think the guy actually ended up injuring one of them and ran away.
The dream went on to show this guy who looked like a Mayan that from the same place as the psychic girl. he was walking up 5th street (less than a block away from my house), looking for demons to slay. he came to these 2 huge, thuggish looking guys, pulled his hair back and growled to see if they would respond. they didnt so he turned away. he then saw Ador in the woods, laughing with his skin changing colors. the mayan knew Ador was a demon and he tore his own stomach off. his organs turned to stone and turned the same colors that Ador's face was turning. Ador started running away as the Mayan put his hands down to the shrubs and started laughing and screaming at the same time.
Thats where it ended. if theres anything about me u would need to know to intrepret it, just ask.
I was on another shift with him, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him that me and my boyfriend have been at a dead end for some months now and until recently that I met someone (he doesn't know I'm talking about him) I never felt how I'm feeling now. I also explain to him that I realize I have set myself up to fall since I'm not sure this guy has any type of attraction towards me but that my point is that I'm still young stuck in a dead end relationship that now I'm thinking twice about. My boyfriend is someone who tooo laid back for my taste. I don't see him having any goals don't see him trying to pursue anything in life while I'm someone with goals, wants to get somewhere in life when I'm happy which is how this guy I met is. Again I understand there may be nothing between us but it still makes me wonder on how many other guys am I going to let pass by while I stay stuck in a relationship that I'm having doubts about?......I don't remember what he said back but next think I know we're about to kiss and then I wake up.
I want your honest opinion on what you may think this means and on what you think I should do.
The dream starts with me walking down the road which goes from my secondary school to my Dad's old house, one i spent from about age 7-18 living half the time in (my parents are divorced, but i'm an university now). It is a main road and it is empty when it should be busy that time of day. I appear to be walking with some of my friends, but i don't seem to be actively talking to them, although i can hear chatter. The girl, we'll call her P, is walking ahead of me with some of my friends. At this point I am slightly behind, and I walk faster to catch up. However I am cautious in the way i walk because i feel like i should call out her name and greet her or something like that. So i think i run up to her and in a friendly/flirty way do a greeting which i often do to her in real life. I think i put my arm around her as well.
At this point the dream seems to become a little more obscure and blurry to my memory. Something is said about a bomb. It could have been me joking about how there might be a bomb on the road or something. But just then a large number of policemen carrying guns pull out of police cars that were coming from the direction of the school. Again, the dream becomes a little blurry, but the police warn us that there is a bomb threat and we have to be kept for investigation. We are all on our knees with guns pointed at us. Yet somehow i am not afraid, instead, I think that this is normal.
The dream becomes a little hazy at this point again, yet P (the girl i like), is not in the dream at this point. It almost seems like a flashback in the dream. I am walking down the road, and the same thing happens with the police and the bomb threat, only slightly further down the road. For some reason the police make us keep our feet flat on the ground, but our hands as well, on our backs, kind of like the opposite way a child crawls. While the police are busy doing investigative things, the National Guard pull up. While the police look like regular English police officers, the National Guard are wearing berets and look like the French Army from a WWII war remake. They step out of a van kind of like an American SWAT van, and have very large automatic weapons, much larger than the police. There seems to be a conflict of interest, the police and the National Guard are arguing about whose "case" it is to solve. People have lined the streets at that point, in the same way as they would for a parade of some sort. The whole situation becomes quite heated however i feel no fear at all. The same situation then happens again! The flashback for the 3rd time, but slightly down the road. At this point i mock the police and national guard saying something like "again, honestly you guys!". For some reason again i am not scared, in fact, i feel totally at peace with the world, almost like no one can hurt me. It is not that i do not care about the police taking my life, because they could have done, i just have no fear and have total inner peace.
Just then however, P comes back into the dream (it appears that she was "held hostage" with the group of people i am with, who incidentally all appear to look a lot older now), and her and a friend of hers who I don't know, but looks a lot younger, suddenly flee down the road to the direction of the school. All of a sudden the police and national guard seem to disappear, and over the hill comes P and her friend in a really old novelty car from a 1940s movie, dressed up in hilarious clown costumes with stripey trousers, excessive amounts of make-up, and a comical wig. The crowd of people appear to be cheering, but i am so focused on P that i do not hear anything. I see the car roar up beside me and it does not stop. However i knew that it would not stop and that she is heading for my Dad's house. I run along side the car, and even though the car is going very fast, i am running the same speed as it, but i am going slower. This does not make sense in real life but it does in the dream.
I suddenly get an overwhelming desire to kiss P, it is the only thing i want to do. What she did was so hilarious and funny that the only way i can show my feelings for her is to kiss her. I am very close to my Dad's house now, and for some reason i begin to run in slow motion. My mind is working at the exact same rate as before but i can feel my body moving in slo-mo. I look down at my legs and hands and imitate some action-movie style running of moving really slowly an exaggerated. The desire to kiss P is still intense, but she is not next to me and more, and as i run up the pavement towards the road which my Dad's house is i wake up.
I awake in my bed and i am not sure why i have woken up. Perhaps it is because people say when you wake up before you kiss someone in a dream it means you are confused about how they feel about you. Or maybe it is becuase i needed to get up then, or maybe someone made a noise upstairs. I am not sure. All i know is i have never felt such a strange array of emotions in one dreams. I am not in love with P, but i was in the dream. Also, i had total inner peace during the "hostage" situation, and felt no fear. I was never angry, and looking back on it, the whole dream seemed to be filled with joy. However, waking up i felt sad because i couldn't kiss her.
Thankyou for reading, and i hope you can answer some of my questions!
I was at some kind of get together with friends, bands were playing and there was tail gating. i was walking by a few trucks with my friend and i notice a guy sitting on a truck. Dark Hair, Green Eyes Tall. He Comes over to me, breathless and says he saw me and just had to talk to me. We Have A loooong conversation just About everything, he then grabs my hand and i can feel EVERY rough spot and callous on his hand. The Dream Goes On And we somehow see each other mulitple times and we talk every night on the phone (i know it seems that im missing parts of the dream but thats how it seemed to me) by this part were-not dating but both pf us know how much we both like each other....one day i get a call and he tells me that he has to go back to texas to his dads for the summer and that he wont be able to see me, but that he loves me and that we're going to get together seriously when he gets back...so a few days go by and im in my room and then the dream switches over to where im looking down at my mom opening the door to find him,(because shes already met him and knows the situation,shes not surprised to see him and he tells her how much he loves me.) she calls me down from upstairs and when i see him i actually feel the butterfllies in my stomach. i run downstairs and he meets me there, and imediately grabs me and pulls me into a kiss, i ask why hes here and says his dad just picked him up to bring him to texas and he asked his dad to stop by so he could tell me good bye. he tells me he loves me and says he'll never stop talking to me when he goes to his dads. as im walking him out the door he hands me a note and says this all things i dont have time to say right now. kisses me on the ceeck and hands me my favorite hoodie of his...and thats were the dream ends.
everything about this dream makes me wonder if this will really happen, please tell me what you can!
I am a sixteen-year-old girl, who normally doesn't remember her dreams. This one, I remember very vividly, almost as if it actually happened.
I am happily married and i dont find this coworker attractive
my dream: I'm living in a house with Oprah Winfrey, and Ellen Degeneres. Me and Kat are talking about how Mark and Oprah got in a huge fight, and Oprah is now moving out. There's a huge media storm going on outside because of it. As we're talking I notice I have wounds on the inside of my forearm. It looks like flesh eating disease, some parts show bone, some muscle, some are covered by skin. I tell Kat, and she looks, neither one of us panic, we decide to go to the hospital once Mark gets home. I go get into the shower, and when I get out Mark is home. I'm nervous because I only have a towel around me but I want to show Mark the wounds. So I go to him to show them, and they are healed, with only a triangle scar the length of my forearm left. Kat goes back into the kitchen, and me and Mark sit on the couch and talk about why he fought with Oprah. As we are talking I feel my skin moving, we look down and my wounds are opening back up. Neither one of us panic again. Mark asks me, "does it hurt". and I say, "no, just feels weird when the air hits it". Mark then pulls me closer and cuddles me (wounds still open), and then I wake up.
In continuation of the carpark dream, my family and I were captured by this tribe. The tribe had this crocodile like creature which they worshipped as their God. They intended to sacrifice us to the crocodile creature. It ended with my family somehow disappearing from the dream and leaving me trying desperately to escape. I started to pray as hard as i could in my dream and i woke up eventually.