Recent dreams containing stubborn page 2

We were in a strange house that belonged to my parents. I found out there was lava coming up under one of the rooms. I quickly removed the valuables of the child's bedroom. my mother and wife were their. After removing the important stuff I fell asleep on the floor. I awake to the room hot and the mattress smoking. I quickly got out of the room and tried to turn the lights on. The power was out to the room, and the room next to it. I went into the living room and turned the ceiling fan and light on to verify we had power. I then went to wake the family to tell them the room was about to burn up. The wife and my mother went in to talk with someone of a radio or something. They said that the bedroom was the only one that could receive the signal. For some reason this was important. I noticed from the doorway I missed a camera bad and due to the fact my wife was already in the room I asked her to get it. She was carrying a gcup or drink. Afterwords I told my mom and wife to get out of the room as it only had seconds left. I started yelling for them to get out. Mom came out but the wife was on a stool doing something. I saw the lava and fire come up above the floor and I started screaming for my stubborn wife to get out. she ignored me and then I watched the lava swallow her up and she was dead in an instant. I awoke to a great fear.

We were in a strange house that belonged to my parents. I found out there was lava coming up under one of the rooms. I quickly removed the valuables of the child's bedroom. my mother and wife were their. After removing the important stuff I fell asleep on the floor. I awake to the room hot and the mattress smoking. I quickly got out of the room and tried to turn the lights on. The power was out to the room, and the room next to it. I went into the living room and turned the ceiling fan and light on to verify we had power. I then went to wake the family to tell them the room was about to burn up. The wife and my mother went in to talk with someone of a radio or something. They said that the bedroom was the only one that could receive the signal. For some reason this was important. I noticed from the doorway I missed a camera bad and due to the fact my wife was already in the room I asked her to get it. She was carrying a glass or drink. Afterwords I told my mom and wife to get out of the room as it only had seconds left. I started yelling for them to get out. Mom came out but the wife was on a stool doing something. I saw the lava and fire come up above the floor and I started screaming for my stubborn wife to get out. she ignored me and then I watched the lava swallow her up and she was dead in an instant. I awoke to a great fear.

We were in a strange house that belonged to my parents. I found out there was lava coming up under one of the rooms. I quickly removed the valuables of the child's bedroom. my mother and wife were their. After removing the important stuff I fell asleep on the floor. I awake to the room hot and the mattress smoking. I quickly got out of the room and tried to turn the lights on. The power was out to the room, and the room next to it. I went into the living room and turned the ceiling fan and light on to verify we had power. I then went to wake the family to tell them the room was about to burn up. The wife and my mother went in to talk with someone of a radio or something. They said that the bedroom was the only one that could receive the signal. For some reason this was important. I noticed from the doorway I missed a camera bad and due to the fact my wife was already in the room I asked her to get it. Afterwords I told my mom and wife to get out of the room as it only had seconds left. I started yelling for them to get out. Mom came out but the wife was on a stool doing something. I saw the lava and fire come up above the floor and I started screaming for my stubborn wife to get out. she ignored me and then I watched the lava swallow her up and she was dead in an instant. I awoke to a great fear.

We were in a strange house that belonged to my parents. I found out there was lava coming up under one of the rooms. I quickly removed the valuables of the child's bedroom. my mother and wife were their. After removing the important stuff I fell asleep on the floor. I awake to the room hot and the mattress smoking. I quickly got out of the room and tried to turn the lights on. The power was out to the room, and the room next to it. I went into the living room and turned the ceiling fan on to verify we had power. I then went to wake the family to tell them the room was about to burn up. The wife and my mother went in to talk with someone of a radio or something. They said that the bedroom was the only one that could receive the signal. For some reason this was important. I noticed from the doorway I missed a camera bad and due to the fact my wife was already in the room I asked her to get it. Afterwords I told my mom and wife to get out of the room as it only had seconds left. I started yelling for them to get out. Mom came out but the wife was on a stool doing something. I saw the lava come up above the floor and I started screaming for my stubborn wife to get out. she ignored me and then I watched the lava swallow her up and she was dead in an instant..

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest