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I had a dream I was in my house and I had a very large and long dining room table sealed with the flower pots. I had just graduated from school so I had some classmates my teacher in this dream. it was this guy that I wasn't very strong like with I found out that he was messing around with one of the helpers. when the teacher found out that me and this guy messed around she was highly upset because they help her with her friend. so the teacher fail me and I couldn't understand why I was so hurt and is made. all of a sudden start raining in my house and then it was raining the rain fell down in the dirt. the rain feel the flower pots in at the rain feel the flowerpot the dirt start spilling out I was so hurt I grab the room and start sweeping up the dirt to refill the pot. I know this dream have a lot of significant but I just really didn't understand

Dreamed that I'm on top of a submerged skyscraper near a deep pool of green or teal water. I'm at the edge of looking across me is my brother on top of a submerged skyscraper. And behind him is my crush and his friends. Normally I'm scared of heights and I couldn't swim. But for some reason I feel courageous and leaped or swung across landing swiftly next to my brother. Looking at my crush's direction like a mysterious cool diva his friends does what they normally do and teased him and he is blushing and admiring me. Then one of his friends tries to swing across and fails by landing or hitting the wall and falling in the water and we are all laughing.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

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