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I dreamt that I have a couple of joint to smoke it me my brother and my friend we can't smoke at my house I go to a block I know will so me my brother and friend go to a house we walk in knowing that people still live there then me and my friend go out side to see some is in the house a girl I tell me brother we have to go they leave then the girl come down stairs and she like what you doing here laughing I turn to see its friend I haven't spoke to in a long time I give her a hug ask her if she wanted to smoke she says no then I wake up my brother doesn't smoke at all and my other friend just smoke sometime so I don't get it

There is all black then as if a spark of light hit the floor, I see light and I walk out of a room. I look behind me and see the door close. the door is like a solid metal, bending above me as I look up. I am holding a hand, which is my guess because I feel something soft yet hard. Something hot yet cool, something squishy. I am pulled forward, yet I try to stop walking. Like I know what is going to happen next. I turn and wiggle my small hand till i am free. When I am free I start to run, but before I know it I am facing that same metal door. I look for any sign of escape. The door opens an inch and to my surprise, there is a light. I move my hand to the door, but just as I touch it, pain begins to rise in my fingers and then the light becomes bitter and bleak.

I dreamed that I was walking in a neighborhood that seemed familiar in my dream but I didn't recognize it while awake. I turned a corner and saw a little old lady moving stuff from her house to her car, I said hello like I knew her and helped her a little, I guess. She then told me she was moving and that I could have her house. She said, "You can stay here, you can have it, I know you'll take good care of it", and I did stay. It was a little white house with a raised lawn, 3 steps to go from the sidewalk onto the front lawn and then a pathway to the front stairs and door. After that, I just remember being in the kitchen with my mom, my dad, my little sister, my older sister, and my older brother. My dad had just finished installing a kitchen light and I was sitting on a stool. We were all happy and smiling and they were getting ready to leave me in my new house.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

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