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My dream was about a girlz, she looked familiar but i had no idea who she was. She liked trying to touch my boyfriend , like flirting with him. He seemed annoyed at first but when she backed into the driveway. She acted like she couldnt drive so he went up nd was going to help her nd then all of a sudden he was carrying her in his arms nd she playfully hit him with her purse. Next i know we were in his room with lots of people she comes in sits right behind us nd startz messing with him. I tell her to stop nd start getting physical. She keeps on nd then leans in to kiss him so he doesnt tell her stop or pulls away. So i feel he wants it so i put their heads together nd make him kiss her. Then he somehoe gets up nd i guess goes to get his mom nd call me to leave. Then i wake up mad nd sorta ina cold sweat.

M sitting with my mum on couch, just chatting then door bell rings, she answeres then tells me its for me i walk to door its my ex we had a messy breakup 3yrs ago. no closure im look at him like wht the hell are u doing here thinkning hes got the cheek to come to my house but he looks real sad and doen bags under hes eyes real sad so he walks in nods to my mum then stares at me i ask him if he needs water and he nods never talks to me he sits on floor there is a bird on hes head pecking at him he tries to move hit away i look closer hes sweating up a storm just sweat beeds al over him it goes to hes beard, he moves it away it flies to hes back, he swats it away does not make eye contact with me only looking doen like hes tired, humility, ashamed, i try to move the little bird away but it keeps bothering him.

1. There is a large cliff/cavern that I touch and it explodes. The rock hurtles towards a crystal box that contains a small delicate, white flower. I try to stop the rocks although I can feel that I am not present in the room. I feel as if I am panicking and that my whole existence depends on this flower. The rocks smash the crystal box but somehow miss the flower. I feel myself attacking the rock, using brute force to push it away from the flower. Eventually I get buried by the rock and the last thing I can see is the flower with rocks falling all around it. I always wake up sweating and out of breath.

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

I was at my childhood church, i looked towards the tree line and saw a car crashed into a tree, a woman got out and poured a liquid inside the car and set it on fire. I asked what she was doing. When i went to go put the fire out, she stopped me and said, "I can't let you do that, someone is paying for what they did. I looked again, and saw someone it looked like a child in the car that was burning. The woman and I fought, but i couldn't get close enough to help. I ran up to my family members and begged them to call 911, but no one believed me. No one would help, they told me that I was crazy. I woke up in a cold sweat...

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