Recent dreams containing coat page 14

I dreamt my ex boyfriend got shot and his coat was left on the bench but his body was not there. He then emerged from a

I had a green coat on with missing teeth

I had a dream that a friend of mine showed class notes from elementry school. In these notes Idiscussed how Ididnt like the man who is now my boyfriend. When he saw these, he was really mad and was ignoring me. Wouldn't answer his phone, or sit with me on the bus like usual. I skipped school but my teacher made me come, Icame to school in a pink housecoat and no makeup my hair wasn't done. And Iwent up to him crying, saying Ilove you and I'm sorry. I need you.

“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” ― J.M. Barrie My name is Shannon. I'm a seventeen year old girl with a cognitive sleep disorder, who doesn't dream. I haven't had a real dream in ten years. When I go to sleep, my body and my brain shuts off, until it's either time to wake up, or pass between the realm of the sleeping, and the awake. In these ten years, when I slept I was plagued with nightmares, vivid nightmares beyond my control that stay with me, haunt me during the day. I'd see the figures in my nightmares everywhere, be it people, or unexplainable things. But today, when I slept, something happened: I was sleeping, yet awake and well aware, and while this was happening, I was dreaming. This dream has to be the most real thing that has ever happened. Let me tell you what happened: I was sitting outside of a lovely, slightly older house with a young man, he was a little older than I was, Maybe nineteen or twenty. It was dark, snow was falling to the ground, but it wasn't cold. We were talking, having a wonderful time; he was handsome; mid-length choclate colored hair that was combed back, though some of his hair had migrated infront of his face. He was wearing all black, not in the 'creepy gothic' way you would think. He was wearing a lovely leather coat, looked like he had traveled to london and back to get it, regular dress shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeve black top. I was different, much different. I was dressed in all white, though I couldn't tell exactly what I was wearing, we had on almost the same jacket: mine was white, cotton; and his, well I've already told you. I was wearing a white beret, and my hair was much different: it was long, almost down to my back and as blonde as a sun goddess; curled just slightly at the end; my glasses weren't black anymore, but a light baby blue. He smiled at me, took my hand and called me "Madaline." I responded! That wasn't my name but I responded as if I've had it for my whole life. This boy... He looked into my eyes and I could see through him, I could see into his soul. In an instant he turned, and pulled out a beautiful light blue and lime green stripped scarf, drapped it around my neck, and smiled once again. I beemed, I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful! gorgeous, even. He then took a small letter from his pocket, and handed it to me. It was a poem, entitled "My sweet Madaline."; I stopped, and looked at him, and proceeded to read: "My sweet Madaline, Though I will never be here in time, You are heaven to this tattered soul. You are a gift, that should be protected, And though we may be appart, in life: I can promise you, we will have our time, My sweet Madaline." Before I had a moment to respond, a little girl came out of the house behind us. She was about eight or so, with the same hair color hair as the young man. She looked at the scarf, then the note, and ran in side "Mommy, mommy! Why does she gets stuff and I don't!" she shouted, running inside. We both laughed. At that moment my eyes opened, my room was dark. It was about 11:00am; but when I closed my eyes, this.. dream... it continued. There was a court room, the young man was sitting in front with his lawyer, there was nobody on the stand. It seemed as though they were talking about a child that had died; Madaline. They had blamed the young man for it. The lawyer accusing him had found the poem. "My sweet Madaline" on his desk, to be honest, I don't know what was happening. I rushed into the court room, flinging open the doors and yelling "Stop!" Instantly all eyes were on me, the room fell silent as the young man looked back at me, and I knew, I just knew, he couldn't have done this. "That poem is about me! He wrote it about me!" I opened my eyes again, back to reality before turning to the otherside of my bed. Closing my eyes, I saw an older woman with two men standing on either side of her. She was holding a file, with one, small sheet of paper pulled out of it. "She's telling the truth." the woman said with a soft quiver in her voice. I saw the young man's face before my eyes opened for the final time. This is all I remember.

Dreaming that I've lost items eg. Coat

I had this dream last night that my mother came to my apartment and she was dressed in like a fur white coat and dress pants and she never knocked and she had a big smile on her face when she walked through the door. What does this mean?

My lowed man was in front of my car with his new girlfriend in red coat and he turned his eyes out of me

First on a ride that flies but there was no safety rail and i am holding on like mad. I fly off and a weird man approaches and tells me i have to swim across the water to the other dock. As i dive in i see a man fishing for dolphins. One swims really fast to the surface so i race to the dock and climb out. He sends me and my family through a door and down a corridor. As we walk i notice a goat is staring behind us and whenever i try to look it hides. We reach the end of the corridor and go through the only unlocked door. My dad is staring at the wall and as i turn around from him i notice a figure dressed in a trench coat, wearing a gas mask walking towards us. As is gets closer it throws a pair of scissors at me and attacks my dad with garden shears. I pick the scissors up and throw them back but nothing happened. My dad still trying to fight the figure off i pick a shovel up and swing the sharp edge at the figures head several times. My brother screams from the previous corridor, i poke my head out the door and see there is another figure attacking him. I knew my best chances were to get dad help so he could help save my brother. After several more hits the figure stops attacking my father and walks towards me. My dad falls to the ground gasping for air, i am battling this thing. Eventually i kill it and run to the corridor to find my brother has gone and so has the second figure.

I was on a holiday with 2 of my friends. We were walking in a grassland with other people. In the group there were 4 dogs. They were friendly and warm. They were ll Labradors, white and chestnut brown colors.They were all fully grown. I dint know who owned them, but they were following 3 people in the group. I said to one of the men" they are so beautiful, they must be well cared for. I wish I have a dog". All of us walked until we reached a big white barn, where we all entered. The 3 men put a leash on each of the dogs. So I asked" What do you need that for? They were so well behaved?" No one replied.. The interior of the barn is made up of shining steel ,no other animals in it. Me and my friends continued walking until we reached a very steep meal. And when we looked downs, we could see that it is coated with fresh blood. And when we looked behind us , the 3 men were butchering the dogs and the bulk of their meat were thrown on te steep mel in front of us. I was gagging with the metallic smell of the blood and crying for the 4 Labrador/ dogs. Then I woke up from this dream . I don't know the meaning of this dream. Please help me understand

Bird droppings on a button up green coat