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I am walking into a very large kitchen like in an old war camp or something. Then i guess im walking with a little house on the prairie character. weird right? any ways this little boy whos like ten likes this little girl in the kitchen, also about ten. now she wants to show us the ice cream selection. again weird!!! so we go look and there are like 40 different tubs full of different kinds of ice cream on a counter layout type thing and one is missing. where it was supposed to be was this big hole in the layout. the little girl reaches in and is pulled into the hole. now in horror movies you know how they have the shower scene where its all fogged up and then you see the hands and face come up and freak you out, well thats what happened. she was behind the now somehow empty ice cream tubs. then somehow i figure out that shes like pure evil and shes trying to lure this little boy into her creeptastic little lair and eat him alive or something, so i try to get him out but he doesnt believe me that shes bad and doesnt want to go. then i finally realize that im dreaming and try really hard to wake myself up.

I was playing a game of football. I lost the aid yet still went on to score three goals without any help. I managed to push past two or three players in order to score the goals. We were loosing the match so my goals meant that we were barely winning. Yet then my brother and two other players went down injured. I rushed over to my brother from the sideline. He asked if anyone else was getting sick before turning over and getting sick himself. On seeing this I tried to persuade him not to play on yet he kept going. I felt like I was going to vomit then but I kept going. My friend scored a goal but the referee said it wasn't allowed. I got a free but there was trees blocking my view and I couldn't see where I was aiming. Suddenly the ball turned into a jumper. I complained to the people in charge but the didn't listen to me. I tried to hit it anyway, it went really high, I caught it and kicked it into the net, scoring a goal. Everyone saw the goal but the officials wouldn't allow it because they said it hit off my dad so it didn't count. Then I woke up.

I was sorting a pile of very wet pool towels (I have a pool) that had been used and left around. My mother was there, but she has been dead for the past 6 years, in real life. Then I was sleeping in my bed with my mother and the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and it was a male that I went to high school with thirty plus years ago who I have never really had a relationship with. For some reason it scared me to see him through the glass in the door and I screamed DADDY and woke myself up. My husband also woke uo and said I had screamed. Something that might be a clue to this is we are considering moving.

I was at my ex boyfriend s house but in the front yard talking to his sister Letting her know that we have been seeing each other almost every weekend.his family don't know we see each other.. My son comes and sits in my lap and my ex's sister suggests I go with her overseas to a place I've never herd of and she gets up and leaves..my ex come back from work and he seems angry and I was worried that she had told him what I told her.. Once he saw our son he calmed down a little and was almost gonna cry and held him.. I went to get the mail but it wasn't mine it was his dads and he thought I opened it but I didn't.I left it on thr brick wall next to the mail box.. I felt really comfortable at his house. Felt like I was at home... So my ex and I wanted to take my son out somewhere.. My son and I waited outside by the front door Waitin for my ex to come.. I knew he was coming deep inside and my son was calling out daddy..

I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

I had a dream last night that for whatever reason my family and I were helping to clean out a friends house. We were wiping down the carpet with some wipes when in the bag I found on of those containers from those little toy dispensers, in it I found a plastic ring with a ruby on it. My mother told me to put it on. When I went to throw out the wipes a guy friend of mine and his mom turned around and smiled at me. It was then I realized that he was proposing to me. Right as I went to speak with him, a close guy friend of mine came up and tried to hug me, I pushed him off and walked away. Then my sister and I are going to sit down on a couch where the boy who gave me the ring was sitting. He looked around my sister and gave me this really sweet smile. The dream seemed to fast forward a couple of weeks and we went into a room which my sister had apparently designed for us (me and the boy. It was small but comfortable and very zen and calming. I looked over at my friend and felt very...content. then I woke up.

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