Recent dreams containing claw

Bird with claw that fell off

The dream began in a large room filled with all my friends that I used to go to school with in middle school. Fabri, Jackson, Kyle, Cade, Landon, Tori, Breanne, Bella, Margaret etc. we were all talking and laughing and I realized we were all in a big hotel together on vacation. Tori and I left the large ballroom to explore, and we realized it was our old middle school, St. Monica. After talking and laughing with my friends I went upstairs to my hotel room that I was staying at with my sister and Grandmother. At night we got ready for bed, and I decided to sneak out to the room down the hall because there was a party going on. So I snuck out to the party with my phone and when I got there, the room was filled with friends I have now (older and younger) as well as my friends from middle school. All actions up to this point were friendly and lighthearted. I took many pictures and videos at the party, and when I left the party to go back to my room there was a squirrel following me down the hall, the squirrel had a phone in his hand and was taking pictures of me during the party and for some reason I knew he was going to tell on me to my sister and Grandmother so I ran back to my room and slammed the door shut. The squirrel tried to claw his way through the door and tried to squeeze under the crack to get into my room. Finally, he got in from under the door crack and I grabbed him with my hands and broke his neck. After he was dead I threw him over the balcony into a huge light blue circular pool outside. These actions were very hostile and I could actually feel stress and worry in my sleep. The next morning, (in the dream) I woke up and went to 7/11 with my mom, and she picked out her favorite candy and I bought it for her.

I was in my apartment building hanging out with my friends then out of nowhere they all just disappeared and I was alone. After a bit of walking down the hall I realized that the hallway just kept going like it was an endless hall but at the end of the hall there was a staircase. I tried running to it but the distance never changed between me and the stairs. Once I got tired of trying to reach the stairs I closed my eyes to rest them but when I opened them again there was a demon in front of me, I froze in fear but was still able to blink and slightly breath. And every time I blinked there would be one more demon surrounding me. That kept going until there was eight of them around me. Then little by little they kept creeping closer and closer until they were a foot away, and then they started clawing at me, and biting me trying to kill me. And once they killed me I would just respawn back at where I started and all my memories of what just happened disappeared. This dream would keep coming back I go to sleep the next night and every time I had it, I got a little farther to pushing past the demons but never was able to reach the end.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

Sex with a demon claw hand

The first part of my dream went like this. I was a sheriff's deputy driving on a dirt road when suddenly I stopped at a train yard, just outside the main entrance of it which was closed off by a wire gate. To my right were three sandstone pillars with small squares set into them. When I looked at them four chuckles appeared inside the circles as if some invisible hand was drawing them. Out of nowhere a car I recognized but couldn't remember where it was from blasted through the gate and hit a red train car from the side. I don't know why but I got this extremely hostile feeling and I drove up and rammed the other car from behind, trapping the driver there. A few moments of us playing reverse tug of war and suddenly the train car tips over and completely crushes the other car, a pool of blood appearing beneath the driver side. There was a small window near the top of the train car where many people's hands were trying to reach out. Their hands were gray and dirty in color. The very next thing I remember was now I was a German Shepherd with an injured front leg. The only reason I know that is because as the German Shepard half of my experience was in third person and the other half was first person. My experience as a cop was all first person. Anyway, three really dirty, gray skinned men show up. Im still in the train yard, just inside of some sort of two story warehouse. The outside was made out of some rusting sheet metal while the inside rooms and floors were made out of what looked like fresh plywood. The three men are pushing and shoving their way up some stairs frantically, and I follow them with my injured leg. They mention something about staying in the light or "they'll" get you, so I decided to take that advice to heart even though they weren't even talking to me. There were small lit candles just up the stairs that surprisingly illuminated about a meter's worth of space very brightly. The three men disappeared or simply went out of sight while I went towards the candles. By now I'm in one corner of the warehouse. To my right I'm looking inwards towards an empty room with a candle that's illuminating it entirely and I suddenly feel freezing cold. I bolt into that room as fast as I can and huddle into a corner. Just as I turn back around I see a long, scrawny hand and arm laying just outside my room, followed by a huge, dense cloud of fog. I'm in a third person view right now, and can see hundreds of similar hands, each with long needle like claws protruding from the finger tips. I start panicking and then I wake up.

I dreamt about my father, mother, husband, and my sister. We were all in a swamp, I was calling for my dad because I was going to fall. My nails seemed to come out as claws and I was screaming for help to my husband as well. As my husband was trying to rescue me, he was drowning as well. I screamed more for my dad. I kept pulling out my husband for him to not drown, I was trying to save him instead.

I pull up in front of a house and tell my dog and daughter to stay in the car I have to deliver something to a house and when I walk in the door there are people in the rooms but they are not recognizable and they are spread out. Then someone tells me to write my phone number on the wall and he points behind me. I turn around and it looks to me like a giant chalk board with all kinds of numbers on it. For some reason I become very uncomfortable and want to leave, as I'm walking to the door, I'm suddenly outside and my car is driving off. I chase after it and I see my dog running after it too, then I see my daughter and she tells me run mom, he's coming. I turn around and someone is running towards me, I start running up a hill and it begins to rain and I'm having a hard time trying to catch my footing going up hill. As I get to the top of the hill the person chasing me grabs my ankle and I fall and turn around to push the person away and he lets go and he is clawing at the mud and I shove the person head down in the mud, then I wake up.

Clawing into my sides

Cats hanging on to you with their claws