Recent dreams containing staircase page 7

I had that dream again where very one was dead but I was alive. They didn't hate me but they didn't like me. So I went to a barn that had animals that talk like people. I asked the bartender for a seven up with alcohol but he wouldn't. So then I asked the girl sitting on the staircase if she could et some for me. Somehow we talked and became friends. So she did and gave them to me. Later she offered for me to stay at her place above the bar in the barn because I had no home. The alcohol was still unopened and I put it in the room they gave me. So later she came into my room and we both got drunk. The next thing I know is that I'm on top of her on the bed and it just goes from there

My dream was weird and so unconnected. The first thing I recall in my dream was that I was walking through the streets, I wasn't alone though. There were other people. As I continued walking, the place started to look a lot familiar to me. It's the street near my university. I started talking to some people, and quite weirdly, I found myself back at the university. Then the scenery changed. I was now back at my high school and answering a test I didn't even know was about. The strange thing about this was the people who were answering the test with me. They were my college blockmates and they were hurriedly answering the test. The next thing I knew, they were all done and hurriedly passed it. I looked at my test paper and realized I wasn't even nearly done answering the test! Then the scene changed once again. I wasn't in the classroom anymore, I was out at the volleyball court in school and my teacher in high school was there. She was collecting the test papers. Moments after, a few of my high school batchmates rushed to me and gave me their papers. I passed them, including my own unfinished paper and then the dream changed again. But I realized in the end that there were papers that I didn't pass. The next part of my dream was an entirely weird scenery. I felt as if I were in this sort of ancient monastery or church. But, I wasn't me though, I was a guy. And I recall I hurriedly dashed for the steps, brushing off my other companions. The steps slowly formed into a spiral staircase made purely of stone. As I ran up the swirlng slight of stairs, I found myself in a gathering. I remember seeing all sorts of people in their habit and knights covered with steal armor. Then a fight began, and I didn't understand why. But people were being pushed to fall from the area that I just came from. I looked to the bottom of the steps, and it creeped me out how they looked endless. Each time a person was thrown out to fall, they seem to splash through and vanish. The next part is where my dream ended and I was already out of that creepy monastery-like place. It appeared to me as if I were in this kind of party and people were all dressed with odd costumes, some even opting to cosplay. The next thing I knew was that people were starting to leave and I was with this guy and I was, for some reason, aroused. So we sort of 'tried' to do it, but he refused to go any further and left me. I was still there on the ground and people were just walking by, not minding me at all like it was perfectly normal. Then came this really beautiful girl who hadn't much to wear. Quite suddenly, she started performing oral sex to me and the next thing I knew was that I climaxed. And that's where I woke up.

Lion runs up staircase as I follow it

I was walking around a sneaker store and needed to go to the 2nd floor of the store. The only way to get upstairs was to walk up a winding staircase. My ex boyfriend was 2 or 3 people ahead of me pn the staircase. As I went to walk upstairs my legs became heavy. Heavy as cement. I could not pick them up at all. There was a guy behind me who kept saying "Go! Go up the stairs!" and I couldnt move. I told him "give me a minute. I'm trying to go". He tried to get me two more times to go up the stairs. Then he finally picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I told him to put me down when we got near the top. He placed me down and I tried tonwalk up the last 2 or 3 steps and I still couldnt move my legs. I had to crawl up the stairs. When I reached the landing, I stood up and started to go to the left and the guy who was behind me, yelled out that I was going the wrong way. And we walked straight. And then I woke up.

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.

Cobwebs all up and down my staircase in my home

It was our Creative Writing class. Not the setting but the people. I'm not sure Mr. Clark was there but somehow I knew it was our Creative Writing class group. I only actually remember really seeing only a few of their faces so I'm not entirely sure. It looked like the apocalypse, darkened sky, smoke, everything was beat up and rundown looking, things on fire, and screaming in the distance. We were all running from these "robbers" (all black clothing and ski masks). They were like a organization who was taking over the world or something like that. They were chasing us. Random Side Stuff: I remember Austin being there. He had like a McDonald's fry and kept saying something about the fries tasting natural and real. I have no idea why. I was at the end of the group for whatever reason when we started running. We ran into this parking structure. And were going up the stairs, except the stairs looked weird (I'll show you a picture in a second or three). You died, a chunk of the staircase just fell and you went with it. I stopped and then the robbers started shooting at me and so I jumped over the gap and kept running. A lot more people died either by the structure collapsing or getting shot. I caught up with the group when we reached an openish, empty room. Similar to that of what a level of a parking structure looks like without cars. We all stopped to catch our breath. There was only about 10 of us left. The robbers showed up and started shooting. Teagun headed for the next staircase and I followed him. We arrived at another opening. Austin was somehow still alive and had his fries (I don't know how or why). I think Teagun got shot...? (I'm not entirely sure. This part was super fuzzy too.) I went and hid under the next set of stairs. The robbers started looking for me. I don't know how or why but apparently they knew I wasn't dead yet.

Dreaming of sister giving birth to a baby and me climbing the staircase

Big babies falling from a neverending staircase whilst laughing

Flyovers staircase