Recent dreams containing lock page 14

Started off at the mall where I was relaxing under a tree. All of a sudden, armed gunmen started approaching about 500 yards apart from one another in a grid pattern. I apparently had a wingsuit and took to the skies. The remainder of the dream was trying to avoid their shots and bouncy bombs that had to be swatted away with perfect timing in order to avoid being blown apart. Eventually, I reached the Oracle (yes, Oracle the software company) building and the gunmen were now about 100 yards apart from each other (so much more in a close range in the field) also now there were gunmen on the rooftops. I tried everything I could to hide in trees and avoid them but they kept spotting me and I would have to move quickly to avoid their bullets and bombs. Eventually, I found some old acquaintances from high school a few blocks away who were doing their best to fight the gunmen off but the area became overrun. Large lights began to flash and sirens sounded and then I woke up.

Arguing with a lot women of in my old house and my dead brother was helping me albulance was try ing to lock me up

I have a recurring dream that always goes one of two ways. It happens in my locker room where my coach writes the lines for our games on the whiteboard. The higher line you are on the more time you get to play basically. So I’m watching my coach with anticipation to write my name on the board every time in this dream. Then this is where it splits. He either writes it in a really good spot or bad. I get flooded with emotions whichever way he does it. If it’s a good line I get happy and want to prove I deserve to be there. If it is a low line then I instantly get mad and again want to prove myself but in a way that earns me a better spot.

I am running through a neighborhood full of houses that all look the same. There is a really tall person following me with some type of weapon that he keeps hitting me on the back with. Everytime he hits me, my legs become slow, like the feeling of trying to run through water. As I run through the neighborhood, I knock on doors asking for help but no one answers in time so I must keep running. As I approach the last house on the block the door opens and its Barack Obama. He invites me inside, and I end up living with them.

I was home alone one day and I look out the window and see a white van pull up on the opposite side of the street. I get a bad feeling and run to my doors to lock them all. I see a man approaching the door and I get scared. The man gets into the house and I try to run away. I get to another house, but the white van follows me wherever I go.

I had a dream that my dad and I were in a shed-like building, or something like a small area fenced in that was about the size of a garden shed. My dad locked us in it and we couldn’t get out. I turned around, and there was a huge spider about the size of a basketball. It was black with an orange design of sorts on its back. It wasn’t moving, it just stayed where it was at. I freaked out and turned around, and there were more of the same things. I tried to get out, but there were those spiders blocking the door, so I stayed in the middle of the area, crying and freaking out because I couldn’t find a way out.

I was walking into my backyard when there I saw a boy standing behind a tree that I had never seen before. I was only 12 years old at the time and I was very confused and asked what he was doing there, and he said he was declaring his love for me and that we would be together forever. I told him that that was great, but that I had no idea who he was or how he knew me. He said he knew about me through a friend that as his friend described me that he would love me till the end of time, so I went with it and as young 12 “love birds” we walked around the block and held hands for 3 hours.

Dream Session November 8th 2017 Reversed order of a session with James? This one will be a hard one to write, but I will do my best to organize. First Section: I was soaked or have been. My thoughts focusing on maybe perhaps I had fallen into Toluca Lake? It was uncertain. James telling me I needed rest. Second Section: I woke kidnapped. Tied up. I could see a man, unknown to me. What was he? I pieced together he was an enemy of sorts. He had been "tough". Taunting James; whom was tied up himself. Locked away in a shed near where I was laying. The man had grabbed me. James yelling something at him only to get the response: "Mr. Sunderland. Oh Mr. Sunderland. You will soon see I am not after you." James had continued screaming through anger. The man whom had me as a hostage peered inside the shed James was locked in, staring at James between the wooden planks. His laughing. I could feel not only my skin crawl, but James' as well. This distorted man whom James directed his anger to: Who was he? A Cultist of Silent Hill? What did I do to piss off someone like that? From clear indication. This guy didn't want to keep me alive. James was struggling to escape his position. Tied and handcuffed. He seemed to be thinking more clearly than myself. How badly was I beaten? Third Section: We're at Jack's Inn. Time lapse? We escaped? Was it all a dream? Confusion and disoriented. I found James sitting at the small desk writing down, perhaps recent series of events. It seemed like he was in his own thoughts. "You all right?" James breaking away from his writing, realizing I was conscious. Was it really all a nightmare? "You should rest." We were safe. So what's the deal? If what I experienced wasn't a nightmare? Did I almost drown? Was I almost murdered? "Crash" isn't saying anything. Should I be worried? I should observe Crash's face. That would have given me a more solid answer. What about our wrists? I could have examined his wrists or even mine. Markings. Anything. If any of this infact was true. That means James and I aren't alone in Silent Hill. If this is infact true: We aren't safe in Silent Hill. James. The dream/metaphysical experience I had while trying to process all this has been beyond my own comprehension. Whoever that man was whom perhaps used either of us as bait; it's unclear as of right now. What his motives were. It's a troubling thought either of us were being hunted. Regardless. Thank you. As I was being drown by that monster. I couldn't process my thoughts and yet even still I am in awe. I should out right say what's on my mind. Thank you for saving me. I couldn't fight back. Yet as you freed yourself; your immediate goal was to save me without a second thought. I don't know what else to say at this moment.

Dreams he wants toilet but always finds locked toilets

Husband had put everything in garden and rats were crawling over everything then everythjng hurdg jn to glames i was screaming anc was locked in housr