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It isn't just one dream, but many combined: For the past year, the same man has been appearing in my dreams. In the realistic dreams - the ones where I wake up confused because I think it's actually happened - he is often right beside me, as either my friend or boyfriend . But in the others, he appears only briefly. He may be stood in the distance, staring at me or may be walking past if I'm in a city or something. I always mention it to my dream 'friends' as well, if I'm with any. You can always rely on him to be there. Most of the characters in my dreams don't really have faces, but this guy does. When I'm awake I can't imagine it, but I know that he does because he's ridiculously handsome. I can only remember that he has dark hair and eyes (which is unusual for me, as I like blonde and blue eyed fellas). I used to dream nearly every night, and most of the time they were the ones where I knew him personally. I've even had sex with this guy in them. But recently, my dreams have been less often and in them he has mostly been far away. It's almost as if he's angry with me. What does it mean? And who or what does this guy represent?

I dream of crossing a river on a sheet of ice. There is another man with me and and we have a dog that is pulling us across. I can't see the man or the dog clearly. we are tracking an animal that has crossed the river, we are wearing animal skins for warmth. Half way across the lower half of my body falls through the ice and begins to freeze. we get to the other side and the man I'm with begins heating some kind of brown gunk to put on my legs and feet to fight the freezing in legs. When he's done applying it to my feet he says to get up and move around. I stand up and walk about 20 yards away, barefoot with the brown gunk on my feet. When I turn around to walk back I look up and see a beautiful woman with yellowish blonde hair, wearing a fur lined leather overcoat with the hood up. She is wearing black rimmed glasses and and a gothic cross around her neck. She is sitting where I was before I walked away. She has a concerned look on her face. She says," Are you ok?" Then I wake up. I have never seen this woman before.

I was standing with my friends watching a movie, the light was dimmed and there was tom who i knew standing to the side, he then called his friend nick who used to fancy me, but before he could speak to me i walked out of the room. i felt frustrated that he still liked me and that he didnt just give up, i may have been a bit rude but that is how i felt. i walked into a modern library made of wood, the lighting was light yet there were no windows. in the centre there was a balcony that overlooked the floor below. i stood and looked over the edge and that was when i saw a body of a boy being carried by 4 other boys. i didnt know whether he was dead or alive. they were carring the boy towards where i stood and that was when i recocnised one of the boys carring the unconcious boy. it was somone i have know for years and have always cared for him, i had moved away and haddnt seen him for years and he never knew how i felt. they walked past me and he saw me, i then started to walk towards the staircase from where they had come from. i turned back to see him and he was looking at me again. i then felt happy, i thought he might have remembered his feelings for me. i ran down the stairs to a large almost empty room with a light marble floor. light was coming from above. my teacher came up to me and asked to talk to me. we walked half way up a low wide staircase and sat down on the steps. then the boy who saw me appeared wearing a bold green rain coat and knelt down infront of us. he said to my teacher "sorry but i would like to speak to catherine" he then turned to me and said-"would you like to speak to me?" i knew what he meant. he meant 'do you still love me?'. to answer both his questions i said " yes please" i said it as if i were pleading. he then gave a sigh of relief and turned to my teacher, they started talking about our story, how he had always loved me. i couldn't hear much because i was still in shock with what just happened. i then slowly took his hand while he was talking to my teacher. i held his hand and lightly touched his finger tips. he smiled but kept talking to the teacher. we later walked off

It was like in 1920s America and I was in a side street that was connecting to major streets. I was just standing there when all of a sudden gunfire erupts in on of the streets. At first people are like da fuq? Then it starts coming from everywhere. People start hiding and I see this one lady just standing there, so I grab her and run into an alley straight ahead that runs parallel between the two major streets being followed by the "mob". We climb a ladder up onto the roofs, which are pinkish red, and the "mob" quickly catches up with us. They shoot her on site because she was their target. Since there can't be any witnesses, they give me the choice to kill myself. I hold the gun to my head but can't do it, I feel the pain of what it would feel like and breakdown a little. I give the gun back to the guy who gave it to me and tell him to do me in but not let me see it coming. So I turn around and walk a few steps and face away from him. Then he shoots. I fall on the roof face down with my hands by the sides of my face.

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