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I was sentenced to death for a crime that no one believed was a crime, like an action that was recently stated to be a crime by a new government or something. In the first part of my dream I was in a one person cell and I watched the phases people went through on the walk to their deaths. I really didn't want to be like the people who failed around and had to be dragged. As time passed a group and I were transferred to a different prison type facility. We had almost no guards while being transported. Right before we went inside this new prison we had around 10 minutes where the guys left us alone in a yard thing. I saw a relatively low fence and I pointed it out to everyone. I kept thinking, "Should I escape and spend the rest of my life running or should I face my future with a miniscule amount of hope that they would have mercy and spare me?" I spent way too long thinking and the guards came and got us. The rest is kinda a blur, but I do remember the day I was suppose to die. I walked outside and there was a line of people who had kept us all prisoners. I was determined to go to my death with as humbly as I could, but I did want to cry and turn to the people and just say please don't. I walked to the end of the line and the main guard told me that I wasn't going to die. I was so shocked and relieved and an other feeling I can't really explain. I kinda fell onto the muddy floor, and I cried quietly. I can't remember what happened after that.

Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian shit that spawned you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of noble widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO

My dad and I decided that we were going to visit my friend who is in college. Her name is Ashley and she goes to Fairfield University. Once we arrive I surprise her nearby where I remember seeing trees and bushes. She was so excited to see me and I was too about her. All of the sudden I remembered we were in this huge body of water but it wasn’t an ocean it was like a huge pool. I absolutely hated it because it was the night time and it was pitch black and I saw shadows of something in the water. It was a manatee Ashley told me as if it wasn’t a big deal. I was so nervous we swam all the way to the end and then I lost her flipper down at the bottom of the pool it was only about 6ft deep but she managed to get it. She then read me something then we got out of the water and we were about to go back to New Jersey. However when we were back home she was there and was leaving for college again with her dad and younger brother. Her dad was bike riding and so was Ashley and her baby brother was in a car seat in this five seated stroller/bike. I waved goodbye and told her to study for her midterms. Then her mom was outside talking to my mom how Andy her husband found that old car seat by dumpster diving and how she was disgusted by it.

I dreamt i had broken up with my long term partner and i had bumped in to a well known male whilst i was out alone. we had got talking and i opened up about the break up and ended up going for dinner spending the evening in together just talking and laughing. my dream then skipped to a completely different scene where a male i know was taken to hospital. me and my boyfriend had gone in with him in the ambulance. once we were on a ward my boyfriend went out for a cigarette. this male then opened up to me saying he liked me and wanted me to stay with him. i held his hand and kissed his cheek to comfort him and told him he will be ok.

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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