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I was on a school trip to

I was on a school trip to Europe with my friends. The entire trip, I was joking around saying “I’m going to meet my European bachelor” although it was unrealistic. I’ve always been a kind of hopeless romantic, so I was very hopeful. During the last few days I do meet a French guy, about a year older. He spends the rest of the time with my friends and I, and we become more touchy and romantic as the day progresses. At the end, I have to exchange social medias and unfortunately go back to America and say good bye.

Quando digo para as mulheres que dura

Quando digo para as mulheres que dura pele é uma coisa boa, que tendem a deixar este cuidado da pele sugestão. Eles rejeitam a idéia da pele resistente graças a 2 equívocos baseado na forma como usamos a linguagem. A primeira teoria é que eles assumem a pele defende, é o mesmo que duro da pele. Associam-se a dura pele áspera, coriáceas, inestética da pele. Isso, nada obstante, não é o que eu estou falando. Mas eu entendo de onde você obter essa sentimento. onde comprar lift make no brasil lift make preço Eles se esta sensação equivocada porque eles são usados para o cuidado fiada idioma utilizado por anunciantes para seduzir os leitores e telespectadores para a compra de produtos. Ao descrever a pele do rosto, refulgente mulheres anúncios de periódico ou de televisão comerciais utilizar palavras como "soft", a "suave", a "seda", "o cremoso" e de forma por diante. Este, inconscientemente, implica que a pele deve ser quebradiço para ser linda.. O segundo equívoco é que as pessoas normalmente pensam a metáfora da espessura da pele, o que significa um pachyderm como indiferença para fatos desagradáveis, palavras, ou testes. Mais uma vez, a impressão é de que uma pele grossa é algo que se relaciona com o insensível, fria, dura e insensível para as pessoas. Embora esta seja uma acepção, um associado ou significado secundário, é ainda o suficiente para nuvem julgamento. A Verdade Real sobre a Pele Resistente A verdade da questão da pele resistente é que linda, saudável, e de pele lisa que parecido, porque é teso e grosso. Efetivamente, é de 7 camadas potente, porque a pele foi projetado para proteger o corpo, contrariamente fornecer como um adereço drapejado sobre carne e dificuldade para aumentar o apelo sexual. Os jovens, por exemplo, ter uma pele bonita, porque tem a pele defende. Sim, sua pele é grossa e resistente! Isso não almeja dizer que não é saudável ou pouco sedutor como resultado de um excesso de natação, tomar sol, ou da beleza dos cuidados com a negligência. Em seu lugar, grossa e resistente, a pele OK estruturada, poderoso, e funciona como uma barreira eficiente contra as bactérias que invadem o organismo de um sujeito da manancial. Permitam-me repetir: pele duração é também formosa, saudável e macio a pele. É a pele que é encantador. Mesmo que ser suave ao toque, não é uma pele bastante delicada. lift make comprar lift make Funciona Mesmo Como A Pele Se Torna Mais Difícil Que, agora que estabelecemos que a pele dura é uma coisa boa, algo que você adoraria de ter, a próxima coisa que você pode estar se perguntando é como a pele se torna espessa e resistente. Com finalidade de a nossa pele é lindo quando éramos mas jovens? É porque, como nos de idade, a nossa pele começa a fabricar menos colágeno e elastina a endurecer. Na verdade, contrariamente à opinião popular, a delicada pele não é uma coisa boa. Como a nossa pele tornou-se mais delicada, de fato, começaram a rugas, linhas de expressão e rugas. Perdeu seu resistente, elástico, textura, inextinguível. Quebradiço da pele é uma maneira deleitável de expressar fina, pele sensível. Quando a pele se torna fina, começa a conceder forma. As bolsas sob os olhos, por ex, são o resultado de uma fina e delicada pele. lift make comprar lift make onde encontrar Então, quando eu oferecer um cuidados com a pele dica sobre o mas difícil de pele, estou, deveras, apontando as pessoas na direção certa. Deste modo, logo, obtém-se dura, grossa pele? Pele resistente da pele é rica em colágeno e elastina. É saudável, resistente, muito estruturados e com a pele. lift make comprimidos lift make pilulas A forma de conseguir que a pele durabilidade é a obtenção de mais colágeno e elastina no tecido da pele.

I'm lost sometimes alone sometimes with other

I'm lost sometimes alone sometimes with other people in a place I'm not sure of but I seem to know my way around. The place is always dark, gross, and abandoned looking. Bloody and rusty rooms and everything is trashed. I normally have a flashlight because everything is dark. There are disfigured monsters always chasing after me, some are different from others, some are slow, fast, so look more disfigured than others with rotting flesh and very bloody. Most don't have faces just lumps of flesh with arms and legs. The place I am in I can never escape. I seem to run around hopelessly. When there is someone with me they always try to find a way out but fails.

Last night I dreamed there were two

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

Had an extremely vivid dream that I

Had an extremely vivid dream that I died of a heart attack and became a ghost. When I was told by a female ghost that I died, the despair and hopelessness that I felt was unbearable. That ghost also told me that I've already died six times in my life from small heart attacks in my sleep throughout the years.

I dreamed my husband came while I

I dreamed my husband came while I was in a house, telling me that our daughter had drawned I was overwhelmed by a feeling of despare and hopelessness. My husband tried to comfort me but I just cried.

In my dream I was in a

In my dream I was in a unfamiliar house. My husband came in and told me the news that my first born daughter had drowned in the swimmingpool. Feelings of utter despare and hopelessness overwhelmed me. What can this mean?

I dreamt I was in a unfamiliar

I dreamt I was in a unfamiliar house in the livingroom. My husband came in and told me that our first born daughter had drawned. I was overwelmed by a feeling of despare and hopelessness. How could dhe have drawned in the pool?This dream reacurred 3 times. I dreamt the exact same dream 3 times over the course of 4 months. What can it mean?