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I dreamt this about a month after my girlfriend s grandfather passed away and in the dream I was in a park that i know very well and have been in many times. The dream is very vivid and life like and I could feel the wind and hear the birds. As I approach a narrow little pond which is in the pond I notice my girfriends sister standing on the other side with her head down looking at the water. She kept vanishing then reappearing again. As I got closer she stopped vanishing and looked much younger then she actually does now (like 10+ years younger). As she looks up and turns around, my girlfriend s deceased grandfather is now standing behind her looking at me. As she turns around she now blocks him from me and he is now looking at her. He says only two sentences in English (he doesn't speak English at all by the way.) He says you are not weak, you were always strong. The dream ends but reoccurs two more times in which the sisters clothes and hair keep changing and in the last one my old deceased family cat appears, walks by, and then the dreams end completely, and i never had it again.

I had to pack a bag very quickly. I was in the bedroom and knew there was a dead 'roadkill' type animal under my bed. I tried not to look but couldn't help noticing the guts all over the floor and the blood. I looked and notied a huge dog sizes rat, still alive and badly suffering. It had its top part of the skill taken off and the brain exposed, blood and internal organs everywhere. I was so sad and knew it was badly suffering but couldn't bring myself to kill it and put it out of its misery. I walked away feeling terrible and so guilty at my weakness.

I dreamed I'm getting out of the shower & put on my ring with my name on it & my black ring, but my black ring is another ring with my name on it & a third just like it is on the sink counter. I walk out of the bathroom & an ugly woman that looks like a hag version of myself is standing in the hall. "Which are you, the Witch or the Hag?" she asks, showing that she is the Hag me & turns into a Witch me that is pretty but looks evil with black hair. I step back scared & say, "Neither, I'm me." The Witch laughs & says, "But that's the weak one!" & lunges at me.

I cannot recall the build-up to the event (if there was any build-up at all). All I can remember is seeing my younger brother chained to a wooden frame. He was anxious. His friend (Richard) approached him with an electronic cutting device and started cutting the skin and tissue away from the left side of my brother's face and neck, damaging nerves and blood vessels in the process. I don't know why, but I knew he was't trying to kill my brother. I wasn't sure why he was doing it. Although I can't remember my brother calling out for help at first (as he would obviously do in real life!), as the cutting went on my brother's voice was damaged and he was trying to call for help at that point (in a hoarse voice). Up until this point, I was completely powerless to intervene. I wasn't chained or tied up myself ... it was as though I wasn't actually there during the event, but had witnessed it ... a really strange feeling. And once Richard had stopped cutting and walked several yards away, I physically appeared. I went up close to my brother and spoke to him. He was still asking for help in a weak and hoarse voice. I asked him if he wanted me to kill him, to end his suffering. I remember feeling immensely upset and overwhelmed with pity for what my brother had just had to endure. He replied to my question, but his voice was too weak for me to understand what he was saying. Then I took the cutting tool myself and tried to cut his windpipe (which was almost visible) to end his life and shorten my brother's suffering. And for some reason I couldn't do it which is ridiculous (as I am a doctor), but I could not find the wind-pipe to sever it! Then I woke up worried sick for my brother ... I was in a cold sweat, my heart was racing. I even contemplated phoning him at 5 in the morning to make sure he was ok. The dream was so vivid, especially the emotions I was feeling during the dream. I hardly ever have nightmares and weirdly, if I do have them I usually enjoy them and find them entertaining. But this was completely different to any dream I had experienced. I didn't enjoy it one bit. It was really horrible.

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