Recent dreams containing determine page 4

I dreamt I gave birth to twins. The sex was not determined and I woke up before the second twin was born

Scuba diving in a recurring location, it is beckons you to its wonder and beauty, but I feel threatened by an undetermined danger at the same time

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

I was with friends and we were on this platform of sorts up very, very high with the ocean down below us, except it wasn't the ocean, more like a massive ocean-like pool. The platform we were on seemed to be some restaurant with other patrons sitting and chatting around. All of a sudden, my friends started egging each other to jump off the edge and into the water down below to get to something we wanted. Before I knew it, they had all jumped over and were paddling down in the water heading for this little platform that had appeared out of nowhere, and I only had one friend left with me. We were both terrified to jump over and I remember it was because we were extremely high up and the height was just intimidating, and we started freaking out like the girls we were, and two male patrons who were seated somewhere close behind us were laughing in amusement. Then she decided to go for it and tried to convince me to do it with her because we had to do it to get to something we wanted, but I was too chicken and backed out, determined to stay on the platform. She jumped over and soon it started raining heavily with dark clouds overhead and it got dark. I'd then take glances over the edge just to see my friends down below all gathered, but all I remember was the paralyzing fear of being up so high and not wanting to take the jump. I stayed on the platform and my friends all soon returned and came back up, all wondering why I didn't jump down with them. That's when the dream ended. I have never been afraid of heights, but now that I think about it, there's little chance that I would jump off a cliff of sorts from that extreme height and down into water.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

I was sentenced to death for a crime that no one believed was a crime, like an action that was recently stated to be a crime by a new government or something. In the first part of my dream I was in a one person cell and I watched the phases people went through on the walk to their deaths. I really didn't want to be like the people who failed around and had to be dragged. As time passed a group and I were transferred to a different prison type facility. We had almost no guards while being transported. Right before we went inside this new prison we had around 10 minutes where the guys left us alone in a yard thing. I saw a relatively low fence and I pointed it out to everyone. I kept thinking, "Should I escape and spend the rest of my life running or should I face my future with a miniscule amount of hope that they would have mercy and spare me?" I spent way too long thinking and the guards came and got us. The rest is kinda a blur, but I do remember the day I was suppose to die. I walked outside and there was a line of people who had kept us all prisoners. I was determined to go to my death with as humbly as I could, but I did want to cry and turn to the people and just say please don't. I walked to the end of the line and the main guard told me that I wasn't going to die. I was so shocked and relieved and an other feeling I can't really explain. I kinda fell onto the muddy floor, and I cried quietly. I can't remember what happened after that.

Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian shit that spawned you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of noble widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO

I dreamt it was one o' clock and I had to get to someone by 1:30. I started off in a bad part of a city where there were muggers and thugs whom I had to run from in heels. Somehow I instantly ended up in a jungle being chased by actual Africans. I ran through the jungle and jumped in a large body of water and swam to a cliff I had to climb. Afterwards I ended up walking along a very long bridge over the water until the Africans found me again. Afterwards I fought a few but there were too many I had to run, they also out ran me so in a moment of fear I panicked and back flipped of the bridge and into the water where I swam away still as determined if not more to get to him by 1:30. I missed him.

I was in an argument with my ex-girlfriend. We were splitting after a 9 1/2 year relationship. We still lived together and I was going to keep the house. She was upset, angry, and mean to me because I hadn't taken care of the mortgage transfer yet. She was yelling at me to either take care of it or that she was keeping the house and that I would be forced to move out. I was upset because I felt like my integrity was being questioned. I awoke feeling anxious but determined to take care of all of my responsibilities because I had already been working on them. I was very impatient with the progress and wanted everything to be completed as quickly as possible.

I dreamed that I was walking with a male friend, then somehow a man shot us for reasons I don't know. My friend was hit and bleeding. Suddenly, two ferocious dogs pounced on the man and started biting him. He managed to free himself but was a bit hurt. We were relieved and thankful for the swift justice.We continued on our journey for home and a lady decided to harm us. She fired several shots at us and it seems as though my my friend was hurt again. I was sad because he was hurt before and I said to the lady "Why are you so wicked, didn't you see he was hurt? What have we done?" It became apparent that he was terribly injured and I decided to take him to the police station. I had a boyfriend but secretly liked him and when he recognized that he was so weak and maybe about to die he said "I wish there was someone who would love me at this time", I gently kissed him on the lips and he collapsed in my arms. When I got to the police station; there were two steps to enter the building and on either side was the man who first shot at us with is gun hid but visible to anyone approaching the station and the woman with several men like body guards surrounding her. I was shocked to see them but fearless and I shouted where are the REAL COPS! Both group of persons converged to hurt me but I was determined to find a way to help my friend.