Recent dreams containing pb page 5

There was a red snake in a cupboard. I'm not sure how it got out, whether I took it out or not, but I am trying to get it back into the cupboard. Eventually I do but just as I am about to close the door it bites me on my left forearm, just above my elbow. I pull the snake away from my arm and close the cupboard door. I am then trying to find out how poisonous the snake is and i speak to a lady, who I am assuming was a nurse. she told me that I needed to go into the other room and wash where the snake had bitten me. so I go into the other room which is filled with clear bathtubs and sinks, which are all filled with clear water. I go to a sink and wash the bit mark. another person then says come and see the tiger, which I do. it is in a glass enclosure and looks to be sleeping but then it pounces straight up to the glass where I am standing roaring as if going to attack.

There was a red snake in a cupboard. I'm not sure how it got out, whether I took it out or not, but I am trying to get it back into the cupboard. Eventually I do but just as I am about to close the door it bites me on my forearm, just above my elbow. I pull the snake away from my arm and close the cupboard door. I am then trying to find out how poisonous the snake is and i speak to a lady, who I am assuming was a nurse. she told me that I needed to go into the other room and wash where the snake had bitten me. so I go into the other room which is filled with clear bathtubs and sinks, which are all filled with clear water. I go to a sink and wash the bit mark. another person then says come and see the tiger, which I do. it is in a glass enclosure and looks to be sleeping but then it pounces straight up to the glass where I am standing roaring as if going to attack.

What a dream I had…. Shane is a sixteen-year-old boy who lives in Pasadena California. He is the only child of Russ and Sheila Boatwright, a very successful couple. His father was a great athlete and was named “Mr. Football” of Orange County California in high school. He is a self-made millionaire who owns a chain of furniture stores. Russ is a workaholic and he and Shane hardly ever talk to one another. Shane’s opinion of his mother is that “she thinks she’s some kind of royalty or something, because dad’s so rich. All she cares about is her high-society fundraisers and her tennis lessons”. Currently his mom and dad are having marital problems, and he thinks his father may have a girlfriend. Although they buy him anything he wants, both parents seem too involved with their own problems to pay much attention to Shane. Shane is relatively popular at school and plays on the school football team. However, he doesn’t have very many close friends and he says he just feels “weird” and like he “doesn’t fit in”. Shane has one very close friend named Ben. Ben has recently found a girlfriend and has been spending less time with Shane. Shane secretly resents Ben’s girlfriend for breaking up their relationship, but has not confronted Ben because he’s a little confused about his feelings. Shane does not have a girlfriend. This is the dream that Shane told his therapist. I walk downstairs to my living room towards the Christmas tree. All of the presents were gone and I was totally confused. The presents were all outside all ripped apart and messed up. Then I started crying because everything was gone and my dad was saying it was my fault for putting the presents near a power bar, or something which got hot. Some people came in and helped save us by throwing the presents outside. I am still crying because I was getting blamed. Then we found some of the presents in the cupboard. Then the scene changes and I'm sitting in class at school, which suddenly changes to sitting in the auditorium. I was singing in this funny high pitched voice, and this girl came up to me and said she liked me and I said she was nice. Suddenly she started taking off her pants and I was like…um you better look behind you, because the vice principal was behind her. The VP pulls her and points to me and says come with me. Then I found out I'm suspended for so long and I have detention. I just start crying because I've never been suspended and this is going to make me look bad with my reputation etc. So I'm just crying then I'm sitting in class and the VP tells me to follow her through the cafeteria. So we're walking through the cafe and some kid spilled juice all over, so she had to deal with that student first. Then as I'm standing there I see an old lady who slipped and fell on the ground, I help her up and realized this lady looks sort of like my grandma who just died. Then I called the old lady the name that I called my grandma that no one else did. And she said something like "I used to have a grandson or granddaughter who called me that". But I didn't really hear that part well. Then I told her my grandma had just died and I started crying and crying. Then I woke up completely confused.

In my dream, I was at a friends house from high school. While at his house I took a glass from his cupboard and poured a cold drink in it. I didn't actually see the glass break, but then ended up feeling a sharp pain from my goot. Then I looked down to see the glass inside of my barefoot. I then asked for tweezers and started pulling out the shards of glass which were bloody coming out of my foot. One of them that I pulled out was over an inch long. I placed each shard on the counter top

I dreamt of a unknown white man who had a wife and son also unknown to me. The wife realised that the man was acting very differently after having a accident so he says. The man looked sick, skinny and slightly blue but he always had this out burst of rage and was very aggressive to his family. One night he had got very angry and ran upstairs to tell of his son, his son who looked around 8 years old. His son had ran into the bathroom to escape but his father booted open the door and entered the bathroom he found his son shaking and scared in the corner. The man began to point nah shout at the boy. The mother heard all the commotion and ran to help her son, the man became more aggressive and began to grab the boy by his arm the mother tried to escape the bathroom with her son but ended up trying to escape into the cupboard in the bathroom, when she opened the door she found a dead body and was identical to her husband. When she turned and looked at the man in the bathroom she then realised that man wasn't really her husband.

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.

In my dream, my boyfriend and I are in a house under construction, that's by a moving river. I walk in the door, he's holding a clipboard walking around writing things down, looks at me, but will not talk to me. My niece is in the office on the computer. I ask her what's going on she tells me there are many significant signs and many others I need to pay attention to. As I walk around I drop my purse down a deep dark hole in the cemet ground. The time changes to the next evening with my boyfriend walking through the door after being gone all night. My niece tells me he has many women and I need to leave. I try to talk with him. He just looks at me. I go out the back of the house and jump into the flowing river

Sometime this morning I dreamed I was talking to a young lady encouraging her about something she was discouraged about so then after that I saw I was in my bedroom I was about to lay on the end of my bed but then I realized I wanted something to drink so I saw some grape juice in a jar on the top of the refrigerator then I looked all of a sudden there was a wall that look like a hill of dirt with a lot of smooth stones on it all around the front of my bedroom. then all of a sudden I heard a noise sound rushing from the wall that look like a hill of dirt and water began to gush out all over but the water only ran to the end of the bed and to the left side of the bedroom. my clipboard was in the water and I picked it up the I began to walk around in the water to find other papers or books that might had got in the water. but what is so strange the water never touched my bed at all. as I looked at the water the water was dark because of the color of the dirt that was on the wall on the hill but I still could see through the water. the light was still in the bedroom shining bright.

Was in a kitchen and was offered a cup of tea. Every tea cup taken out of the cupboard was filled with tea or had been used.

I dream of opening cupboard