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From the Childhood I used to dream to do those things that nobody had done. but due to the society and family was unable to understand my dream. I was never let freedom to anything by which i used to clamp my desire . My parents were separated by which i never get love of them. In the search of their love i came to Main city Kathmandu where my parents stay. I went to my parents but i didn't get their love and support. at that time i understood that everything is the money . then i struggle lonely. now i am a businessman and i have settle myself . I always see a dream at night but i can't focus on it now a days i am unable to focus in my business and real thing .i want to publish my slogan 'i believe i am not alone' everywhere, everyone's heart. I am confused about my aim and dream.

From the Childhood I used to dream to do those things that nobody had done. but due to the society and family was unable to understand my dream. I was never let freedom to anything by which i used to clamp my desire . My parents were separated by which i never get love of them. In the search of their love i came to Main city Kathmandu where my parents stay. I went to my parents but i didn't get their love and support. at that time i understood that everything is the money . then i struggle lonely. now i am a businessman and i have settle myself . I always see a dream at night but i can't focus on it now a days i am unable to focus in my business and real thing . I am confused about my aim and dream

So i had a dream where we were at this new weird school and we had a lot of freedom but we still had to atleast go to class it was kinda like a college but it was shaped like a giant tree. So i took off my shoes for some reason and i couldnt get them back So i went barefoot but i had to go up this weird slide but since I'm afraid of heights i just gave up and went down i managed do go up some stairs when i see Chris and i guess i try to talk to him but he ignores me and walks with his friends and sits at a table The stairs disappeared and i cant find a way out im panicking so bad that i have a mental breakdown i grab a chair and start hitting everything to let out everything suddenly i throw the chair outside and everyone goes to see kinda like if i murdered the chair the whole time Chris was looking at me he had a blank expression but you can see the pain in his eyes Him and his friends got up and went down the stairs that magically appeared he was the last one to leave he looked at me one last time before he left i followed but they were gone everyone was looking for the one who threw the chair the principle said there would be a punishment i laughed and thought BULLSHIT

Okay so today i had the strangest dream. I was in this building and it was divided into three sections. At first i was floating along zip lines in one section talking with friends and hanging out with these girls that had become good friends of mine in what was called our pod. we had a decent amount of freedom. We went to lunch and when we got back i was told i was being moved into a different pod. Away from all my friends, and away from everything i had known. When i asked what was going on the guy in charge told me that they haven't seen a change at all so they were moving me back down. When my parents came i was sitting on the couch with one of the girls from the other pod and this blonde kid. My parents told me that they hadn't seen any progress so i was being moved back for 45 days. If i could show improvement i would be moved back to the other pod. The only problem was that I kept repeating i have a baby to take care of at home i just want to see my baby. The guy next to me volunteered to take me for a ride to help clear my head. So we went for a ride without getting in trouble. When we came back there was an explosion, no one died but that was the end. Our rooms were these glass boxes with beds and sinks and they had little drawers for personal items, they also had bathrooms that had a metal door that enclosed around it. Such a strange dream, and the strangest part is it seems to be a continuation of a dream i have had before because i remember the boxed rooms.

I already have two children and in my dream i had another child. This other child was living with my now ex-husband and i got a call from him saying that my son had got himself in trouble and had court so i rushed over for his court appearance and when i got their they didn't let me in only mi ex-husband and new wife the security guard told me it didn't matter if i was my sons biological mother i wasn't allowed in only my ex-husband and his wife because they lived with him. so i waited outside and when they came out i told my ex-husband that i wanted his stuff packed and ready by tonight because he was going to live with me from now on because i didnt want my son turning into his father going in n out of jail and he agreed . when we got home i told my son what was going on and asked him if he understood that i was his real mommy and that i had brought him into this world so he was going to live with me for his own good and he just nodded and then i woke up

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.

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