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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 had a dream that I covered up my ex- boyfriend 's murder .he is still my boyfriend technically because were trying to work it out just wanted to clear that up. In my dream the murder happened to my house the person who murdered him was Naila. A girl that I hate and don't trust. She and my boyfriend were having an argument and somehow she ended up murdering him. She asked me to cover up the murder and I agree.. So then after I started covering it up I started feeling really really terrible.. had a Calculator he was holding and divided it by a certain number and I got number 17.. Instantly when I saw that number I broke down and cried thinking how Megan toes parents knowing that I just killed the man that I love after I murdered him off after my friend murdered him that's when I realized

I had a weird dream last night. I was at Nana's house at night and you were asleep in the back bedroom. I was puttering about for some reason and happened to look out the window to see a bunch of strange looking people in black clothes of varying styles and types walking slowly towards the house. It was creepy. Like zombies or cult members. I went back to the bedroom and closed the door quietly so I didn't wake you up. Then, Kelly busts in! It's really odd, because she has your haircut and I try to say something stupid like "hey! twinsies!". She just pushes aside and mumbles something about wanting to talk to you. I leave and the creepy goth cultists are in the house and doing random domestic things like folding laundry and dusting and shit. I go into the bathroom and ask a particularly ugly lady (it looked like she got hit flat on the face with a frying pan) in a sparkly black top with see-though frilly neck whatevers what they are doing. She replies "Helping you, of course". The skinny guy behind her turns on a big pink hair drier and I wake up, confused and thirsty.

My son and me were at the theater in Quincy Florida. I took him to the bathroom. While there two individuals were shot. On my cell phone I tried calling 911 to report the shooting. Operator ask for location and I told him that the theater was located on main street. He disputed me telling me that my cell call was coming from Tampa when we were in Tallahassee. I had to be back home with food for my father who is deceased no later than 1pm. I arrived late with no food and I started crying in my sleep but for real in life. All my dreams now are usually about my deceased relatives.

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