Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams success

Found 164 dreams containing success - Page 13


Explore a collection of the latest dreams shared by our community. Discover common themes, intriguing narratives, and unique symbolism. From vivid adventures to thought-provoking scenarios, these recent dreams offer a glimpse into the subconscious mind and may even spark insights into your own dream world. Browse the "Latest Dreams" to find inspiration, connect with others, and delve deeper into the fascinating realm of dreams.

I wear a Spangenhelm on the battlefield. Because of this I am recognized and given proper respect. My spangenhel, intimidates my enemies and earns me respect from allies. When I wear it I am nearly invincible. Trouble may follow, but I use my dignity to overcome it. I'm dignified even when up to my ears in mud. It's what makes people respect me. A serious, thoughtful demeanor is the route to success. The most important quality of a great hero is Strength. A norn who seeks to become a legend must have great physical prowess. Strength is the key to victory! At a recent celebratory moot held in Hoelbrak, I got in a fight. I've had a rival ever since I was young. He's intelligent, treacherous, and cunning. I lost our last duel, but next time we meet, I will even the score. When I was still a cub, I had a vision. A Spirit of the Wild spoke to me and offered its guardianship. That spirit was a Snow Leopard. Snow Leopard is a stealthy, smiling spirit. She teaches us independence, strategy, and laughter in the face of danger. To this day, her wisdom guides me, and my memory of her visit comforts me on dark nights.

I leave my home to go to this shanty village. I am trying to save my father and brother. A crowd of men surround me and they jump on my back until I can no longer stand. They press themselves upon me. I find the strength to stand and get away. I hide in one of the dark shantys. I find a silver ladle there and a girl hiding in the dark. I take her with me. I feel like I have to save her. I bring her to my home and feed her stew with the silver ladle. She seems restored. I go back to save my father and I am successful. I bring him home and feed him with the silver ladle but his color is not restored he is still dark and gray and determined to go back to the shanty houses. I am saddened but I let him go realizing that he doesn't want to be saved.

I had to run away from something although it was unclear what I was scared off.however my ankle had a very deep gash which was all red and needed stitches. I tried to limp/hop along with no success. Then it switched and I was at dinner but didn't have enough to pay the bill . Next I was swimming with a friend and someone she knew but I didn't. This person let my baby daughter go and when I got over to them my daughter was head down in the pool. I pulled her out and called the ambulance but she seemed ok . I was worried and angry my friend was making excuses for the girl who let her go as everyone knows babies can't swim. Then back to the restaurant where my brother told us te waitress had made nasty remarks about us putting diapers in wrong bin( which I hadn't) on face book. I wanted to see the manager to complain as was very angry but my friend tried to calm me down in case the waitress lost her job. I then said would wait for husband and he could complain as he was better at that and people took him more seriously.

I was on my ship that I served on in the Navy in the 1980's walking by a compartment and in the compartment I saw 4 NY Yankees from the 1970's - 3 pitchers (Ron Gidury, Goose Gossage, and Catfish Hunter) as well as another player not a pitcher but I can't recall who it was. They all had boxes of baseball memorabilia from the 70's with them. I realized that I had in essence stepped back in time that we were in present day 2012 but they were in essence in the 1970's and could not "reach" me. I also realized that their memorabilia was valuable. For whatever reason I was a real jerk to them - and I knew that there was nothing they could do about it. For example, I told Goose Gossage that he was going to have a hard time getting into the hall of fame, told Gidury that he would become a Yankees pitching coach and nothing more, and told Catfish hunter that he would die a young man of Lou Gehrig's disease. I also told them how successful Reggie Jackson had become. I was also rummaging through their memorabilia and was going to steal some of it. Through all of this they just stood there behind their memorabilia and it seemed as though they could do or say nothing. They were almost like cardboard figures. For whatever reason I decided not to take anything and began to walk out, and as I did I looked over my shoulder and made a wise ass comment, but I don't recall what it was. As I turned again to look forward I saw Joe Torre, Bucky Dent, Craig Nettles, Chris Chambliss, and other 1970's Yankees walking in, but they were not young and in their 20's but as they currently look and in their current age. I remember distinctly that Joe Torre was in front and was holding a baseball bat - he was also wearing sun glasses. It was at that point that I realized that I had not stepped back in time but we were in present day and that these Yankees were all gathering for old timer's day. No one said a word to me and I walked out past the Yankees that came in. Fear and shame swept over me because I knew that my actions would be known to the world. That's where the dream ended.

<< Previous Page 13 Next Page >>