Recent dreams containing emotional page 3

I had a dream in which there was a man who was in trouble with the law for kidnapping a little boys. he held him hostage, but in the end he was caught and for some reason I was part of the search and capture of him and ended up sitting in the back of the police car after the man had been arrested and for some reason we had a really good emotional talk. The next thing I remember is I had been in for a surgery on my heart. My boyfriend and brother were there and I had already been released from hospital , but was taking it easy. There was a wound on my chest where they went in surgically and I found in the dream there was some discomfort in my chest.

I was in my old highschool and the only older figures where my football coaches. I was crying uncontrollably on my drive home because I had just graduated and did not want it all to end. I also had strong emotional grief over not being with the girl I love anymore.

I had a dream about my dance teacher and one of the student teachers. The student teacher was telling me off because I was wearing leggings which had a bit of blue on and they were meant to be all black, I said well chloe is wearing a purple top how come she is not getting shouted at. chloe butted in, I got angry and pushed this other girl megan over, she hit her her, I felt bad, felt like I was about to cry, but finished the dance class. I then went over on one of the rocking chairs and rocked to hard and it fell over and I hit my head then. I started crying, not because I hit my head, I was just feeling emotional, so then I went to the toilet, my dance teacher who was sat there when the student teacher was shouting at me , noticed I was gone for a while and knew I wasn't crying over hitting my head. so she came and forced the door of the toilet open and brought megan with her, she started asking me questions and I really wanted to tell her what was truthfully wrong (I have depression and struggle with self harm) so I asked megan to leave, I sort off got the point across to my dance teacher, then she left the toilet and that's where my dream ended.

I was back in australia nd hiding from people i knew ,i went to see my late partners home nd his daughter was there very emotional , she had to go so i stayed in the room ,then i saw my beloved dead body . i was going to run ,but i stopped nd pulled the covers and saw him asleep. i gazed at him nd he woke up , i was shocked so i just cuddles him nd kissed him and asked him why did he go , he smiled and told me it hurt , all his stab wounds still hurt even after deth ,,, i just smiled and lean foward to kiss him ..

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I dreamed that I got in an argument with my boss about time off. It was in a high school, though, and I saw hallways and rows of lockers. Then our overall boss came and I said that we needed to talk. I was very emotional and angry.

I dreamt that I had been bitten by a zombie. I survived. It was a small bite. I told my husband I needed to say goodbye before the final changes took over and I began to get red vision. I understood in the dream once my vision flashed over to a red veil, I was close to turning. Until then, I was safe to be around. I desperately wanted to hold my child (2 year old son). I wanted to kiss him and cuddle him. I began to think I might be immune, and the zombie virus wouldn't take me over. But then, I began to get the red flashes. I gave my son back to my husband and told him to keep him away. I couldn't bare the thought of hurting him. And not being able to hold him was almost worst than death. My husband looked at me both with love and hate, disappointment. I was of the understanding he would be the one to kill me off. Then I woke up and got my ass out of bed... I was in such emotional despair.

I was working at a daycare, but not my usual one, one I was filling in for. It was almost in a summer camp type setting. I was filling in for different lunch breaks, nothing particularly memorable going on. I was walking across the dirt parking lot after just talking with boss and a car was slowly approaching from the driveway entrance. There was a Muslim lady driving a dark brown Sudan, she also worked at the center. She looked to the right before entering the parking lot. I saw a child walking /running freely as if it were a summer camp and kids were roaming free run from somewhere and was to the left of the car. I put my arm up to point at the girl and yell at both to be careful, make sure they were aware of each other , but I could get my breath out in time and lady turned left running over the child. It was almost as if she got sucked under. I ran over, people had gathered , the Muslim/nikab wearing women was asking what to do, like back up and expose child or leave the car on top. I wasn't able to give an opinion before the lady backed the car up. I ran closer to the child and others did too. I wanted to help I yelled out to call 911 but they reached her before me and I said I'd call 911 and told them to help her.( I wanted to take charge, but backed down ) I run and I can't remember what I used to dial but when I'd dialled 911the numbers kept changing after I'd raise the device to my ear. Wasn't able to. I tried my cell and a computer. Eventually so frustrated I decided to run to a business of sorts where a male acquaintance was. He was an ex firefighter . As I ran over the driveway turned to stairs and the child laid motionless on the steps a couple sand toys near by. I asked an adult passerbyer why I they moved her body. They didn't know. No one was helping her but my mission was 911 so it didn't occur to me. Ran to this guys house..was really scared and anxious trying to explain I needed to call 911. He was helping someone when I got there I waited 2-3 seconds then interrupted , at first he got angry as if I was being rude, then was annoyed I didn't come in screaming a instead of waiting 2-3seconds to interrupt . He dials 911 for me and hands me the phone, I explain what happen and hang up. I feel emotionally exhausted at this point break down crying and keep going over images for this kid being run over. Venting to this ex- fireman. I do at this point realize that no one was with her on the steps and think I should have stayed to help and got someone else to call 911. I stay a little while ranting and crying while the man tries to consol me... As I head back to the daycare center I wonder if I should talke the Ativan from my purse. I worried I look too relaxed if I do and people will think I'm cold, but if I don't, I am having a hard time managing myself right now. I didn't make a decision, but I made it back to work and woke up.

My grandparents are going into a nursing home and selling their house. I am devastated and panicky asking him to let me have the house instead of selling it. I don't have a job and cannot pay for the house so he continues to try to sell it. I keep walking thru every room in the house looking at al the items in each room, declaring, 'I cant believe they are actually selling the house" and feel emotionally sick throughout the entire dream.

I drove to a hospital and parked my car. I ran inside. I was wearing hospital scrubs with my hair half back. In the basement I walked up a ramp. Ryan was waiting for me. He told me I looked beautiful. He shirt was a dark blue Georgetown hospital scrub. He was just about to leave. As soon as I saw him I emotionally hugged him. I told him I missed him. He asked me for my computer to show me something funny and sat down. I was standing up and pulled it away from him to clear the history but said I had to send an email.