Recent dreams containing confusion page 4

Cheating, Infidelity Dreams Dreaming of infidelity and cheating can be among the most disturbing of dreams. If it’s your partner who is cheating, you may waken with feelings of betrayal and heartache. If it’s you that is doing the cheating, you may be left with feelings of confusion. Keep in mind that most dreams are symbolic, and a dream of cheating on someone, or being cheated on, usually represents a deeper need that should be addressed. Are you the one cheating? You may want to ask yourself what it is that you need from your partner that you are not getting in real life. Are you uncomfortable asking for your needs to be met, or is your partner unwilling, or unable, to meet them? Is there a lack of connection between the two of you; do you feel you’re drifting apart? Do you feel that you are missing out on something, or are your responsibilities overwhelming you, leaving you little time to nurture yourself? Are you cheating with someone you know? Are they someone you have fantasized about in real life? Yes, this could just be a wish fulfillment dream, but sex in dreams most often represents a symbolic connection. What are the qualities of the person you are having sex with? Are they qualities you would like to embody? If you dream that you are having an affair with someone who is artistic and playful, it may mean that it’s time for you to embrace your artistic, playful side. Is your partner cheating? There may be a chance that you are intuitively picking up on something going on between you and your partner, but remember that most often dreams are symbolic, so dreaming your partner is cheating on you doesn’t necessarily mean they are being unfaithful. You may be feeling a disconnection that needs to be healed, or that your partner is being unsupportive. The feeling of betrayal may be an indicator that you are feeling a loss, or a lack of connection, in your own life. You may be insecure, or fear being abandoned. Adultery dreams are a sign that something is missing from the dreamer’s life. So often, in real life, when someone seeks to have an affair, it’s simply to avoid a problem they don’t want to deal with. Dreaming of adultery is a warning that an underlying problem needs to be addressed. Remember that dreams are often catalysts for the healing process. Be honest with yourself about both your relationship with your partner and yourself, and let the healing begin.

Was getting hunted and killed in the first.  Then was in a large confusion house in the second, where three people vomited over me and when I eventually start cleaning in up, I couldn't bear it and wanted to barf and all the toilets were on use. At that time also the fishtank and one of the loos started overflowing.  How strange is that.  Now third dream had to clean up shit from a guy who looked like he was possessed and couldn't even sit on the toilet, he was so out of it he rolled off the toilet while he was pooing and it all came out on the floor. Had to get cleaning stuff, which I have to ask another householder for as they had a box system to monitor who's stuff was theirs. Even stranger. 

I had Confusion and looking at a calendar in a friends dream

Confusion and looking at a calendar

Hugging ex boyfriend and filled with sadness and confusion

I saw that I'm not sure of the person with whom I'm about to marry, but I'm still getting married to him. And the groom is also able to see confusion on my face and the entire dreams revolves around that confusion, without any proper end.

I was in a shop paying for some items and as there was some confusion with the change, I made different columns each of them containing different denominations of euro coins, to clear things up. Suddenly, a colleague appeared bringing a coin separator, destroying all my coin columns. Eventually, we argued on his initiative.

I was in a shop paying for some items and as there was some confusion with the change, I made different columns each of them containing different denominations of euro coins, to clear things up. Suddenly, a colleague from the office appeared bringing a coin separator, destroying all my coin columns. Eventually, we argued on his initiative.

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.

My dream was about confusion and hate and being misunderstood