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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 was laying in my bed then i felt like some one was about to come through my door and i needed to get up fast but i couldn't move when i tried so i was trying to think logically to myself and say this is called night paralysis just lay still but the longer i waited the more the thing at my door was coming at me so i kept trying to move finally i got my back against my wall. There was a black figure in my doorway. Then it disappeared. was a black shape in my door way but then it di) sappeared i awoke sitting on my.knees and only like seven minutes had passed since i last looked at my cock

I was in india with my dad and I sitting down and 3 people died 2 sisters and a brother. I was called away and I was seeing my dad trying to catch a miniature giraffe in mud but he couldn't. I tried to help and I caught a baby giraffe that could sit in my had it looked almost like it was meant to live in the water with fins. I washed it and cared for it then all of a sudden it changed into a baby boy so i cared for him and he grew very fast. I saw the 3 dead siblings again and was disgusted that they had not been given a proper burial by their family. I caught a taxi with my new little boy and my son to the shops and beofre i woke the new little boy called me mummy and me and my sons walked away together.

I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

The dream started out with me in a bear's body. I went inside Walmart to pick up some Kim Possible books about her and Ron Stoppable getting together and falling in love in the final season of their show. The next scene involved me in my human body wandering throughout Walmart in a mad attempt to find my mother; I had the Kim Possible love novels with me in a platic bag. I eventually found her exiting through the back of the store that contained all of their planting products. She asked me where I had been for so long and reminded me that I should never wander away from her and I told her that I was just checking out some books and she scolded me by saying "Were you checking out all the books in the world?!" and we left Walmart without me paying for the books. I was fully aware that I hadn't paid for the books and I almost brought it up to my mother, but I kept quiet. In the next scene, I was Ron Stoppable and I somehow traveled to a post-apocalyptic future in which I was married to Kim Possible's rival, Bonnie Rockwaller, and I had come to the future to tell my adult self that I had married the wrong woman (but I never gave a name) and past Kim Possible had also come to the future and she was wondering who I should've married. In the final scene, I was in Chandler Bing's body and I was telling Bonnie. Kim, and Monica Geller how I wish I could be with the woman that I was in love with. And again, I didn't say a name, and I quickly fled the scene without answering their Monica's question's about who I was in love with.

I was in the middle of an ocean, when a war started. there was a huge black guy on the other side and he grabbed a girl from my side and started raping her, then sliced off both her legs. then people started shooting rifles and throwing swords at each other and there were gallons and gallons of blood. there were dead bodies floating everywhere. then the entire dream repeated itself again. and then a third time. and the third time my mom was the one getting raped. i heard painful screams and the sound of people drowning as they screamed....there was so much blood...and me trying to survive it all with slashes in my body and bullet wounds.

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