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It was a common day; I went to swimming after school as I do every day. I was walking with my headphones on because I like to do that, so I keep walking and while I was walking I saw so many different people that were not part of my swimming club, so I taught that there was an activity on another sport that was not swimming and it was right it was an activity but the activity was a meet on my pool and a meet that I didn’t know, so I get confused because nobody tell me anything about that, there were music, parents shouting outside of the pool and it was full of people, my coach was walking as he used to do around the pool and when he saw me he told me that in a few minutes I will have to swim. I didn't want to swim because I was not feeling good to swim in that way without any sense of what was going on... Then I can't remember what else happen in my dream, I remember other part that was… Because I didn't want to swim I started singing and dancing in front of everyone and more people get there just to see me, then my closest friend started dancing too, it was funny and weird and while we were dancing my coach was getting angry, all people were clapping and we were so happy, we always do things like that in real life, then my alarm went off and I woke up laughing without any sense.

Ok a few things you should know first. My house is haunted, it's been proven by southen paranormal, who where called in as we (myself and visiters) where expriencing very paranomal events, but nothing to be afraid of, the sprits are genrally quite helpful and I enjoy them being here now. We have a sort of relasionship with them. Ok so in the past i've had dreams about black cats before, but last night... I was dreaming my black cat Zensi, jumped up on my lap and I strated to stroke him (the dream was backwards) Where I would normally stroke him left to right) But I was stroken him right to left, as my hand moved down to his sholders his fur and skin peeled away with my stroke, leaving his lower body and tail looking like unreavling bacon! (please try not to laugh) He then looked at me and jumped off my lap and vanished! I woke up feeling worried and wanted to cry, I rolled over to cuddle my patner who at this time was shaking in his sleep almost in a fitting state, he's had these before (represt memory dreams of the RAF) And at the same my friend staying with us was shouting angrly in her sleep! Neither my friend nor my patner remeber having bad dreams, only me. Please help, I know something is trying to warn me, and I know it's to do woth me.

I had this dream last night that has been sitting on my mind. I dreamt of Jesus. Could you help me in telling me what you think it means? It was like a war was going on and this very tired man called out to Jesus for relief. He asked Jesus to take him home. Suddenly Jesus appeared and touched the man. I think Jesus said, "Today you will be with me." Then the man died. Jesus then came over to another lady and me and i looked deep in his face. His clothes were white as snow and his eyes were like lightning flashing in them. they had no colour, just bright and flashing. I held out my hand and he touched me. I remember being thrown in a convulsion and it seemed i died too. I had in my head. "Lord i didnt want to die, i just wanted to touch you, i just wanted a blessing" I remember floating up until i crossed over and was looking down on what appeared to be a huge wooden old fence and i was in a different place. All the time floating, i was praising God and speaking in tongues and shouting hallelujah. when i got to the other place so many people were there waiting, I am not sure for what, but it seems as if they were going some place else. I woke up singing a song, i dont remember it now.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

I was with my violent ex, it felt so realistic, I was upset shouting and crying asking him why he hurt me, and that I still loved him, that I wished he could understand I need him but want him to know what he's put me through, he was saying he loved me but it was my fault because I took him to court for the violence, and he was sleeping with other girls to hurt me more, I felt so emotional and angry, I hit him over the head with a pan and it killed him, I didn't mean to kill him, I felt in despair I tried waking him up but he wasn't responding, I buried him under the floor in my bedroom with the advice of my friends, I couldn't keep it a secret thought I felt so hopeless and alone, I was going to confess, but I thought I'd check on his body first to try wake him up again, I was emotional and crying, when I got to him I held him and kept shaking him, he was bleeding really badly, but he starting moving, he woke up and I felt so relieved and overwhelmed with joy, I told him how sorry I was and that I loved him and never wanted to lose him, I ran and got him some bandages for his head and some water, he said it was okay, he held my hand and we walked away, then I woke up

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