Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams looking at me

Found 372 dreams containing looking at me - Page 21


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.

There is a guy I know, a friend. he is the brother of a friend of mine. I was accompanying him to his new house and people told me that he was getting married but no one wanted to tell me who it was. So we went near a lake where a boat was waiting for the couple. His sister jumped into the boat and he told me to jump in as well. I was chocked because we are not that close but he helped me jump in and he sat next to me in the place reserved to the married couple. so the boat was on his way and it stationed to a city or village. As we exit the boat we saw a beautiful house-apartment with a green, neat garden next. He gave me the keys of the house and told me I have the Honor to open it for him. We walked to the door, and I was so astonished and happy about how beautiful and calm everything was there. When we arrived at the door, I opened it and I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I turned and the guy looked at me with loving eyes (what?) and gave a hug so tight, caring and real I felt it. He was smiling and held my hand still looking at me lovingly. And it felt like there is lot he wanted to say. I was chocked. and then his sister and the other people told me:”You are the bride”. Then we entered the house me and my “husband”.

2 nights prior to having the dream, I asked God to show me my angel. My dream was: I was an adult in a house dressed in a pink housecoat(very thin robe) and my hair was in plaits. Some intruders (3 or 4 young adult males) came into the house and murdered my family in front of me. All of a sudden I saw a tall man walking towards my house. I was watching him approach the house from a window. The intruders were still in the house. I thought to myself, "Oh no, please don't come to visit today, I have murderers in my house. The man was tall and black and holding a little girl's hand. The little girl had on a pink dress and her hair was in plaits.(like I looked but only as a little girl) The man entered the house and the intruders cut his throat with a large knife and he dropped to the floor in front of me. They never tried to hurt me though. I did not see the little girl at this point. As I lay on the floor sobbing because of the slaughter that had happened in front of me, I decided to turn over a body that was next to me. As soon as I touched the body, the person stood up. I touched another person to see who it was and they also stood up as if nothing had happened, as did everyone in the room who had been killed. Then I walked over to a closet, opened the door, and slid back a hidden panel inside the closet and there was the tall black man standing with an impression that was halfway between a smile and a pleasant look. The little girl was not with him. He just stood there looking at me like nothing had happened. The feeling I got was that what was done...had somehow been "undone". NOt that it did not happen, just that it had been undone.

I had a dream about visiting a place which seems like this place is connected to ramayan... this place had a river which i understood to be cauvery river... i saw a dedicated caves to rama , laxmana, sita and lord hanuman.... i entered into sita devi s cave there was not idol but i had an experience of current passing thru me felt like refreshed.. i entered into hanuman cave i saw a hanuman idol i bowed to it and prayed suddenly i saw eyes of hanuman open and looking at me then he just closed it... i also saw laxman s bow and arrow... this place looked like a hill station.

Adult son is young again, traveling with me in a middle estern country. we are at a bazaar that is extremely crowed and I lose my son, he wanders off after a small dog. I begin to frantically search for him and run into a co-worker of my husbands' who tells me she will stay put and make sure my son doesn't go out that way. I prceed to searc and people are looking at me like they don't care and won't help me. I keep trying to expalin in english that my son is missing and has anyone seen a young boy; I ask about the small dog and finally a man says that there are doors without keys. I turn and see 3 doors, kick one in and see my son lying on a cot, passed out, with vomit all over him. I reach out and grab some tubing that is beside him and really pause to think if I should take this, I do and then scoop up my son and run away.

I have a reoccurring dream that i'm eight years old again, waiting outside school for my dad to come pick me up and i have this bad feeling, i feel scared. it's the day he actually died so he never picked me up, the police did. But in my dream, he's there, my dad runs over to me and twirls me around and i'm not scared anymore. my aunt Jane is there to, who took me in when my mom left, with my cousin Eli then it all goes black and i'm alone in a field, i'm the age i am now 17, but i look over and see a dead girl on the grass, covered in blood but she's looking at me. it's me. i scream and then i wake up

<< Previous Page 21 Next Page >>