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I dreamt of a flowing river and was afraid to cross it the water was a clean light grey and flowing quietly suddenly there were two young white men and they kindly helped me cross the river the water was to our ankles and did not make us wet just when we got to dry ground i realized that the water was moving strongly and could have overwhelmed me if i didn't have any one to help me but i also saw what i thought was my late sister and she had crossed from the other side to me and she went back again

I dreamt I was in a misty forest, able to free fly. I found a family hiking through the woods. The caucasian family consisted of a middle aged mother and father, an about 13 daughter and 16 son. I observed them unseen. I could watch them from the air, or inside a tree, or from their own eyes and hear their thoughts, etc The son found out he became immortal in the fog somehow. He could move at super-speed, too. He ran onto some train tracks and was run over by the train. I watched from the wheels of the train, the train jumped the track, burying the mangled teenager in an ocean of shrapnel. I was sick when I woke up, so I went back to sleep. My next dream was about me being part of an FBI team that vanishes in a house full of monsters that has to be blown up with them inside, the next was about my mom randomly showing up with every pet I'd ever had, but they didn't act right or didn't have the right names, I don't remember the next one. What's wrong with me?

I dreamt that i was having an argument with a gang of youths. Next thing i remember being in a large white room, i think others were in the room with me but i can't remember. I remeber these guys kept checking on me in the room but they weren't the youths i had an argument with. One of them stabbed me in the arm with a needle injection and said now you have aids too. I started fighting with this person the next thing i remember is my index finger on my left hand being sliced open and the top of my thumb on my right hand had been cut and i was trying to hold it together. I didn't cry. there was no pain. i remember seeing blood. I asked to go to hosipital to get my thumb glued back on. They took me to the gang leader who agreed it and said he would take me. He got into a silver ferrari as i went on my own to get my coat. Next thing i know my collegue arrived in a car and asked if i was ok, i cried hysterically and told her what happened. She took drove me to hospital and on the way i kept telling her to stop the car as i didn't want them to hurt her. Another collegue telephoned and asked where i was i thought they were in with the gang. I woke up holding my finger and thumb together on both hands.

I was in a third world country. I was with a woman that I didnt know but I loved her very much, we lived together. She wanted to cross the border and I was going with her. We went and got some LSD they let me have some but it wasnt the amount I wanted. I asked them for more and they thought I was a cop or something then they began to fight us. We made it across the border. She wouldnt let me hold her or talk to her she said they would know we dont belong here. I woke up and missed her so much. I started thinking about my wife.

I had the most bizzarre dream. I dreamt I was hanging on the edge of a basket ( you know the ones they have under the big hot air balloons) and just as I'm about to climb in I slip and I'm dangling by a rope hanging 100's of metres in the air. But I'm not scared or anything, more pissed off that I can't get into the basket and I'm saying to myself told you , you needed to stay fit. I can hear a voice coming from the basket telling me to hurry up and there are voices from the ground telling me to let go and fall.. Basket was usual brown type wicker colour. Balloon was red and blue in stripes. I have no recollection if I was actually looking at anything. I can't recall any skyline or buildings, just the feeling of dangling from the rope, I can recall athe rope and its thickness, and looking up at the basket, I can remember hearing the noise the burners make and it was daylight, no sunset or dawn so I'm assuming middle of the day. Had no thoughts of looking down, and no fear, just irritated that I couldn't swing my legs up and getting really shitty at everyone who was yelling to let go and the whoever was telling me to hurry up was starting to piss me too.

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

I had a dream that I was broke and I ask my aunt who's living put some money and she couldn't she had in her hand to give me but didn't want to give it to me because her boyfriend would not approve of her giving me the money I found a 20 dollar bill and I thought she had put it there for me to get because she couldn't let her boyfriend see her give it to me. so I picked up the 20 dollar bill and she gave me 1 anyway. then my dead father gave me 20 dollars out of his wallet

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