Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams clock

Found 152 dreams containing clock - Page 14


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.

Went to cvs, was combined with the store rite aid. Met a girl from my high school, she was with her grandmother. Grandmother told her to ask me to hang out. I said maybe later in the summer and she said better be soon because the spark will be gone. So we got each others numbers and said we would text. I went to the store next to it and wanted to get bread and a hairbrush. Instead I saw a bunch of old atlas' and clocks. The roof was collapsing and people were starting to run, but I stayed till I thought it was okay to go. Scary people were waiting in the middle of the two stores. The guy at the register wanted to wait till his shift was over so the roof didnt collapse on him. Went back to a house. With a secrete room and padded blue bathroom. Was with my dad waiting for the girl to text me. Ended with my dad telling me he will build me a bathroom just like that. Then I went to lay down in this strange house.

> Read Dream Analysis

It was the day before my wedding but I was switching between being me and being my cousin Ryan. My aunt Teresa (who my family doesn’t talk to in real life) and my mother were there but they were preparing for another event for my other aunt, Allyn, as well as my wedding. We were trying to put together my wedding in less than 24 hours and my mother was wearing what she thought should be my wedding dress (she was a lot skinnier than she normally is). The dress was short with a heart shaped, white top and below the breast line it poofed out into one of skirts and ruffled just at the end. The bottom of it, below the breast line, was black. I was really mad that she expected that to be my wedding dress. I even cried. No one was taking anything about my wedding seriously. The room it was supposed to be in was a giant library with lilac walls and it already had some white decorations on the ceiling and scattered chairs. I was mad it still looked like a library so I tried to push the book cases together to form a wall behind where the alter area was supposed to be, but when my family tried to help me they just messed up the book cases sending them in all kinds of directions and knocking them over. Suddenly I was racing down a hallway and I got in a boat with my mom and my Aunts and I was crying as we headed over to watch a movie thing for Allyn’s event (I can’t remember what it was, I think a family reunion of some sort). I yelled at my aunts that we had less than a day and nothing was done. The movie was on the boat. Mid movie I looked at the clock and it said 6:38 PM and I freaked out again because it was so late and somehow left the boat. I was back at the book cases when there was an explosion and I was hidden behind them. I could hear people screaming and I could see a man in huge, weird, alien-like body armor and mask walking over the toppled book cases in the fire. I was under the book cases. The building had been ripped open and the lilac walls were gone revealing apartments outside that were ablaze. There were things everywhere shooting people I didn’t know. I struggled to get up from beneath the bookcases and the man walking over them found me. He asked why he should let me live and I told him I would behave and I would help. Apparently he was keeping a few people alive for this reason and I could see some shooting the civilians near the burning buildings. He let me go and I asked him to please spare my family out near where the boat was or at least not light that area on fire. He asked me how he could possibly have fun without shooting off some AK47s and I told them he could think of something. Then I ran off. There was a train track separating this area of the city from the other now and I was going to it. Suddenly I was my cousin Ryan and I was sneaking along the back of the burning apartment buildings trying not to be seen. The place was very dark and deserted despite the flames but I knew I would be in trouble if I were caught. I saw the trains going by now. Some carts were very low and some were very tall but they were covered in blood and hands were sticking out of them of children/young adults trying to escape. They were being taken away and I didn’t know where to, but then I spotted me (my real self) laying on a low lying cart with only two levels. I (as Ryan) jumped on as it passed (it wasn’t going that fast at the time) and I was hanging on beneath the level where the people were. The levels were just made of a few planks of wood stretching vertically from one end of the car to the other. There was no roof on this car. I was laying on the bottom now in a small area below the level where the people were and I looked up and Jess(me) was staring down at me between the planks with a sooty face and longer hair then I remembered and tattered clothes. We didn’t say a word but she knew I was trying to get her out of there. There were two men patrolling the cars. They would walk along and then lay down and look below to see if any children were trying to slip to my level and escape the train. They didn’t see me. Right when I woke up I could see the cars from the side again with blood all over them and flames in the background still and I was picturing the wedding dress I had hated.

> Read Dream Analysis

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

> Read Dream Analysis
<< Previous Page 14 Next Page >>
RSS