Recent dreams containing fate

Dreamt of a girl saving me from a certain fate

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

I was putting on this event to give away cupcakes. It must have been some charity. My mother told me that my grandmother and grandfater (who both has passed away years ago) said not to give things away. Always charge something. Then I woke up

This is a reoccurring dream. I am at an amusement park but there is only one ride. The ride is a combination of a roller coaster and a water slide. The ride is located on a long, windy road near Atkins Farm in Amherst. I can tell exactly where the park is located (at the huge gravel mill) but I have never been there before. I am about to go on this ride but something stops me every time. Once the ride gets going I look up and all the people I care about the most are on the ride, my friends, my family etc. Then out of nowhere this huge octopus comes on to the ride. It is going to eat everyone whole and kill them right in front of me. Everyone else at the park is trying to stop the ride and get the octopus out of there but the only people who know how to save everyone are me and my boyfriend, who is a different person every time I have the dream and every time I have NO clue who he is. I get on to the ride to try and save my friends and family but the octopus starts attacking me. My boyfriend saves me but the dream always ends before I know what the fate of my loved ones is.

Very gruesome dream i ever dreamt in these days…so cruel and harsh..it just came at a point of our life…We just shifted to a new home in the neighbour city to where we are living..we took an apartment to live in which is so economic..actually it went on good for while that we are playing inside and outside the lawn with the neighbors but….i got to know that some thing is going wrong..i noticed someone is trying to produce an report of witness that there is a bomb inside the apartment we are living…i found it pretty serious for a minute and got into my work later..but the morning…the housewarming function is going on..and something ticked my mind to not to stay in that place more..so.everyone is participating in the function except my aunt…she went away far from the apartment and i am letting my sister to take her away to the safe zone…down to steps ,when i came there i am in perplexion watching a secret code hanged with a witness stating that there is bomb inside the apartment and the word is “NAIL THROUGH” …i asked my aunt whether she knew about that..she said that uncle said me to be in safe zone i already knew that there are bombs to be detonated in the apartment..my inner voice said to what a whore she is..how can be so lavish not intimating everyone about such a dangerous matter…and the explosion started..bombs are being blasted with a huge sounds and our eyes filled with confusion about where to be..the bulding is totally being blasted and the some tiny parts of it are falling on us..and let my mom and sister pulling them to the safe zone more and more..we are recently became citizens of that new city we dont know where to go..we pulled our two wheelers and going out of that area…my mom with dad and my sis on my bike..we are trying to turn around and around..and how ever we are coming to the same place where the building is blasted ..finally we went to police station …. iam frigtened as the people who blasted the apartment are arrested and kept that station..i wondered how dad can take such a stupid decision of going to the police station…and that too ..so big the way ..we didnt directly went to chamber of the inspector..dad took us with a huge luggage to a place where the criminals are hanged and later to the place where the cops keep the corpse of the criminal and pray for the peace of criminal’s soul and then we are at the inspector..dad was so unclear about that and in mean while i took my sister to somewhere hoping atleast about her safety…in the way i noticed my friends (girls) ..they to noticed me and hello ed me..but when i tried to introduce my sister to them they ignored her..s o i left them to their fate and proceeded to my way…then something ticked them and all the girls starting for an attempt to be introduced to my sister …this time i ignored them and they all became dull for doing that..i can see fear in their eyes..but i didn’t moving from that place.. and kept my sister in the safe place..now iam free..now..i noticed a shore of river and it is beautiful now with a lighting..the river was so cool and calm …..the lighting kept in the river was cool and peace…i donated a coin to the beggar and i got a few friends who are extremely new to me..there.

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

My girlfriend and I were in a train station. We would ride the trains with suction cups on our hands tempting fate and acting dangerously. Then while standing on a platform I had déjà vu and knew wee needed to get out of the way. We moved as a train came crashing through the station. We ran off hear gunfire behind us, we met up with a man and some military personal who said if we wanted to escape to follow them through a circular bricked up portal. Explosives needed to be used to open the bricked portal and we then were crawling on hands an knees through small tunnels.

I was dreaming of my sister son mother that we were in the bathroom and that we were looking out my mothers window and my sister fated and I carried her to her be I was laying her down and ended falling on her bed with her cause she was havy and she turned into a black shadow and was trying to hold me down.It got on top of me and was trying to keep me down

I am running from demons a sword in my hand i have 2 companion by my side a boy and a girl the boy has a bow the girl weilds a sword matching my own they tell me to run that the fate of the world is in my hands

An exploration teams finds me in the wilderness. I've lived there my whole life and know nothing else. But I speak perfect English as I do now. They ask for my help in getting through the wild and I accept. I then come up with a plan but unfortunately the path we take is ambushed by Giant Gorilla's. We're on a dangerous, steep path and the edge is really frightening. We run away, but not far. I manage to slip away and am on the edge of the steep cliff hanging onto a tree for dear life. A ten year old girl is on the other side of this tree (located on the path) and I reach for her and tell her to grab my hand. She doesn't make it in time and her limbs are ripped off. Not necessarily from the Gorilla's. Her arms and legs were sliced clean. And now I am in front of her looking down. She's screaming, crying and there is blood every where. I tell her it will be alright and she eventually accepts her fate. Bee's start ripping apart her flesh and then I wake up.