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I am a saved born again Jesus loving Christian. I pray, read my Bible, fear God and try to gain wisdom. I am 68 years old and it has only happened twice in my life but I am horrified and very troubled by it. Why have I had dreams that I am either satan or a satanic worshipper and follower. This has caused me great horror and trouble in my mind, heart and soul. Why would a God fearing Jesus loving Christian have such dreams? Some I have asked do not answer as if there is something they do not want to tell me. What does this mean? I am so troubled. Thank you for your truthful and honest analysis and opinion. God bless your ministry. Mike Sullivan

My husband was led naked outside my parents house,it was night time. he never met them as they passed away years ago. I tried to pick him up, then he disappeared. I Walked up the path to an alley way which led to a cul de sac where my parents back garden was. On the way I passed a man in a dark raincoat, then a person in a white racing driver suit and white helmet passed me. I then saw up against the wall a man named from the waist up either tattoed or covered in body paint. A boy came from behind me brandishing a knife, but had no interest in me and passed me by. I then saw a woman in a dark coat that was zipped up but her arms were inside the cost not in the sleeves, she then pulled a small deringer gun out from inside her coat and aimed it at me! I then woke up.

I was inside a small concrete building with 2 beds on either side. I was in one, and two people I couldn't see were in the other. We both were covered with a blanket. There was nothing else in the room there was opening for a window and door but there was no window or door. Outside I could nothing but blackened objects and the red glow in the distant background making me feel or think that the world was ending. We could feel an unbearable heat coming and we covered ourselves trying to not be consumed or killed by it. At one point a large blanket appeared and I tried to cover myself with it but it quickly caught fire and I threw it off me. Just then then, this heat was upon us, I could feel it. As it overwhelmed me, I found myself near the top of a maintain covered in green grass. The sky was blue with few clouds. There were others there. They all had this happiness about them, adults around my age. We were just there, sitting, smiling, talking to each other. Something like a lion was running and jumping around us. It didn't look real. It was light in color, nearly white, and looked as though it was put together with blocks of something that could have been wood. As ran towards me, I was just a little afraid and as it batted at my arm with its paw, I realized it was being friendly and wanted me play with him or her, I'm not sure. At that point, I woke up.

A week or so after doing a past life regression video and shortly after my miscarriage. I had a dream about a guy trying to either take my children or harm them(can’t remember exactly which) I only remember knowing I needed to protect my children. I fought with this guy and managed to somehow grab a fork and get on top of him and stab him repeatedly in the neck. It felt so real. I still remember what it felt like. It was tough at first. A little tougher than stabbing a raw steak. And I can still smell the smell of the blood and flesh. I remember the guy being on the taller side and thin and wearing a ball cap and blue jeans and long sleeve shirt with sleeves pushed up. I didn’t know the man. Never seen him before in my life.

This seemed to be loosely based off of Caroline and a circus, it also felt like I had been here before either in a dream before or it was just a random memory from this dream. Basically I was running literally for my life through this puzzle. Certain rooms include crossing a bridge with a huge drop underneath, a long maze hallway with light twitching, tree house like rope course which things would fall apart as you went. While going through these rooms a woman was chasing me. I finally found the final room and I ran inside. I remember the room being filled with lots of colors, the walls went from blues, purples, pinks, yellows, and more with designs like spirals, dots, zig zags. On the ground were a bunch of pillows matching parts of the wall and there were a couple of mirrors around me. I actually knew what would happen next, again as if I’ve done this before. Then the girl appeared in the room holding a butcher knife. I remember a conversation we had but not exactly what we said. It was about the fact that this was the final room for me to do and the girl would give me a puzzle, since I've done this before I think I had either known I couldn’t beat the puzzle or I was too tired/ lazy to do it. So instead I decided to annoy the girl so maybe she’d just let me go. She ended up getting really really mad at me and took the knife and sliced it in between my left shoulder and neck. I didn’t wake up immediately though. The person pushed the knife into me further. It didn’t hurt, I even remember these exact words in my mind “Why doesn’t it hurt?” Yet I was still wincing in pain. After the knife was pushed down to my stomach I finally woke up.

I was in a room I have never been in before, I looked around only one time. All I remember is a chimney in front of me, coming out of the wall a shelf going around the chimney about standing height. The shelf went all the way around the room, the shelf had an arrangement of crosses and biblical symbols and books across the shelves. I was taking picture frames out of a box. All of which had either Jesus or holy scripture written all over them, and each one I tore off a piece of paper from the back of the picture frames. I got to the 5th picture and it was just Jesus praying, and my oldest sister came into the room, I couldn’t see her, and she started reading satanic scripture. Something like “oh unholy god come forth and bless thee, his tainted soul has prohibited us for long enough.” She continued speaking scripture for at least 5 minutes. I didn’t even turn around I just held the picture of Jesus praying. I looked up at what was a symbol, and it started bleeding from the wall. Just as that happened my oldest sister finished reading the scripture with “oh great one, come and bless us with your hands, reach out and grab him from our lives.” Just as she finished I felt a hand grab my head and pull me back, I woke up from my dream instantly with goosebumps starting at my head and running down my body as I watch my door close in front of me and a dark figure stand right behind my book bag hung up on the door. The figure just stood their whispering something and when I tried to get closer to listen it screamed at me “get back you unholy beast!” I jolted back seeing its face for a second. It wasn’t human at all, with long dark black crimson horns protruding from its skull. With a face that I saw in a dream when I was 11. I had this exact dream when I was 11 as well and again when I was 13. This is the third time happening and it’s been 4 years from than. Only this time it materialized so I could see it. Just as I was writing this a blank phone call came through my house phone.

Generally I am on some kind of tram or bus. I am traveling along with some textbooks and notebooks. Usually I have a backpack but sometimes I am just carrying the books in my arms. Anyway, eventually someone I know gets on the bus. It is finals or midterms week and I have no doubt been up most of the night. The person asks if I am ready for the test in (and then he/she names a subject). I freak out and say I am not in that class! I then realized I either had never been aware I had that class or I hadn’t been there since the 1st week and forgot to return or forgot to drop the class. Anyway I break out in a cold sweat and ask to borrow his/her notes and start cramming as fast as I can. I realize that the final covers the whole semester and is worth about 80% of the class. I also realize I must pass this class in order to get to remain in school…then I awaken

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