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I had a dream that I was in a very upscale mansion resort and I walked out back through a big country club and a woman come up to me and said I heard they were going to sale the place. I seemed to know that the place was not going to be sold so I told her not to worry. I continued to walk and come to a nice lodge of some sort and their was a women there that is a celebrity and she said your girlfriend told me how you really felt about me. I was happy and she asked where do we go from here. I opened up the door to the lodge and it was full of money with my picture on it. I woke up happy and in a good mood.

In waking life, my friend lives very far away but in my dream I saw her. She was working in a sex shop…and she's not that type of girl AT ALL!! I asked her how long she had been in canada and she said a long time. When I asked her when she was leaving she said the next day, and that she didn't want to see me. In waking life we are very close emotionally, even though distance wise we are far apart. I felt betrayed even after I woke up. It was a very strong feeling. I forget a few middle bits of the dream but we were also performing later that evening in a concert (we are very musical in waking life, so I guess this is normal). The part of the dream that woke me up was when she told me, only half jokingly, to commit suicide. I don't know what this means

I was dreaming of what seemed like my very first boyfriend from over 15 yrs ago. He was white and had a motorcycle. He bought a house for us and we were slowly starting to renovate it together, when he drove off to go to the store to pick up something. Then somebody had called me telling me he was in an accident and in the hospital. By the time I got there he had died. I was so heartbroken and went back to the house he had bought for us. I kept renovating like he had planned on doing. Then I saw what was his ghost leaving me messages and hugging me tight. Then I noticed he had the same catheter for dialysis as my current fiance has. Yet, my fiance is black. It felt like it was a mix between both of them. Anyway... I kept crying and crying and the pain of having lost my love felt so real. All of a sudden my father came by and brought me laundry my (ex) boyfriend had washed last and pictures of me and him, so I kept crying even more. My father, which lives in another country, came to comfort me. Yet, the ghost was still present and kept drawing me messages on the kitchen table telling me how much he loves me. It felt so real and I woke up feeling very odd and sad. I don't even know if the love in my dream was my ex from over 15 yrs ago or my fiance from now. They both completely different, but in my dream it was like a mix of.them. what does that mean?

I dreamed I was looking out of the kitchen window at my dog Alf, a black labrador who was laying in the grass. My parents came along behind him and my father was holding a brown kitten on a lead. They wanted our dog to play with the kitten and that's how it appeared, until I saw Alf catch the kitten's head in his mouth. I knocked on the window loudly and shouted. My mother started shouting in horror too as she could see what was happening. The next thing I remember, my parents were in the kitchen with me and I picked up our small black shovel and started banging it off of the wall to stop our dog from killing the kitten. Our dog released the kitten when he heard me but to my absolute horror, I saw that the kitten's head had been decapitated and there was blood.

It was an action movie , the guy with leather jacket is the protagonist, accompanied by a short-haired martial artist girl and a long-haired girl. They came to the old hospital and the people there kills someone as if they were crazy or mentally ill . Some guy teaches them how to be not noticed by these people . Leather guy hates short haired girl but they fell in love . Short-haired attacked but survived and killed the attacker . They always ride the elevator

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

A boy who i thought like me(we used to constantly hug and talk and play with each others hands and stuff)and i liked him quite a bit but he moved school and we lost touch- idon't know how but we saw each other in town, he took me to a place we could talk- i don't remember where it was but it had this old fashioned bench and when we were talking a friend i haven't talked to in a while and her boyfriend passed and ended up taking to us, then i remember me and the boy slow danced together

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