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5 or 6 years ago, I had this dream where it was the middle of the night. I went down two flights of stair to the basement of my house for no reason. I was halfway down the hallways in the basement when I started to hear thumping sounds. It was quiet at first, but then it gradually got louder and louder. I could feel the sound behind, as if it was breathing on me. So finally I turned around, suddenly my environment was bright, like really really bright. Then, I realize I was on the safari and rhinos were chasing after me. I ran as fast as I could, but it didn’t do anything. The rhinos got to me and stomp all over me.

When it started I was with I think my family, and maybe friends. We were in a bathroom or basement it was confusing. We were definitely hiding from bad guys, and I know they had weapons, and I think we did but I don’t remember. The bad guys broke in, and I was like “no thanks” so I somehow managed to run up the stairs behind them. Then all of a sudden I was in my car with my dad, driving on the road by my house. We were still running from the bad guys, and I asked him which way to turn. He yelled “ocean drive.” That’s for sure not a road but I turned left, like I was going to Grand Forks. In Go Karts they drive slow if there’s too much weight in them, and I distinctly remember having that feeling during this dream. We were driving on like a four lane interstate packed to the brim with traffic, and I was worried we were going to get caught because my dad was weighing the car down! I also remember telling my dad that it’d be nicer if we were on a motorcycle because then we could zip between all the other cars easier, since they’re smaller. We got to a place that was like a worship area for people who were members of ISIS, but a lot of people I talk to were there. I was almost like a journalist or undercover spy of sorts because we were trying to see what their plan was. When it got to be night I got Alyssa and told her they were going to find out so we had to go now. On our way out I stopped to talk to some other people I know and tell them we were leaving if they wanted to come with. They stayed. We got to the parking lot and I realized we didn’t have a vehicle. Alyssa had somehow snagged the keys to a very fancy, new, expensive looking white truck. We got in the truck and she said “See? This is perfect, because it can do this!” and she drove over like 8 curbs, that were steps down to the road. I remember feeling guilty and asking if this was alright. As we drove away, the owner of the truck came out of the building and was like “What the heck?!” I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to steal the truck, so I texted my mom and explained to her that we had stolen a truck but for a good reason. When we were driving someone else I know saw us and was very confused as to when we got this nice of a truck.

I dream I was cooking for a group of people ( like a family gathering) in the country but there was no fire so I went to my grandfather house(my mother father) and there was fire to cook I notice there was no soup in the pot so I add more water just as the food about to cook my aunt give me some chicken noodle to put in the soul. Went back to check the pot and the bottom of the pot fell out put the food was still in the pot so I fixture the pot nod continue to cook. I then realised the bottom fell out again. My grandfather said to me you should have change the pot in the first place. I then pour the food in a bother pot to take to the rest of the family. My other grandfather ( my father dad who look like my father not sure if it was my father or is dad was there and I told him to come with me because my grand children are there and he haven't seen them before and I will take him back as he is trading in the morning. I was very disappointed about the soup but I think the group old still eat the food. But I though I couldn't have given the food to my grandchildren as I was not good enough and I awoke from the dream. ( my grandfathering my father side died 25.years age and my other grandfather died about 22 years ago)

I was having problems in my flat with leaks, so my friend came to help me move stuff. he came in a old van with red seats. he brought his daughter and his new girlfriend and her 3 sons. his girlfriend and three sons all had scarred faces as if they had been in a fire or something. her sons were very naughty and when I turned round one of them was hitting my son so I told him to stop. the mother asked what was wrong I said I told your son to stop hitting mine because its not fair as my son has been taught not to hit younger children. the next thing we were having a massive party, and I owned this big white abandoned hotel, it was white inside and out and empty there were leaks of clean water and the lower half of the hotel felt creepy so I went outside and right a the end of the property I found 3 cows with humps on their backs looking very unhealthy they were kept in a concreted area with a tiny patch of green grass and I thought to myself I must come rescue them but first I must get back to the party. everyone was having a great time and the kids were still being very naughty.

I keep having dreams about my girlfriend but dreams that end up showing me that being with her isn’t the best anymore like, I’m thus specific dream i was walking downtown by myself and see her with her two friends and I go up to her because I mean she’s my girlfriend , so I approach her and her friends and her friends leave us and me and my girlfriend make plans to go do something right then and there so we decide to walk back to my car and as we cross the steeet she just stops at the corner and looks another direction smiles and walks away as I’m looking at her and waiting for her, I didn’t know she was behind until I crossed the street and turned around, so she walks away with a grin and she still hasn’t made eye contact with me so I chase her down and she says if she can go hangout with her friends instead so I say yes that’s fine and walked to my car alone.

I have a recurring dream that always goes one of two ways. It happens in my locker room where my coach writes the lines for our games on the whiteboard. The higher line you are on the more time you get to play basically. So I’m watching my coach with anticipation to write my name on the board every time in this dream. Then this is where it splits. He either writes it in a really good spot or bad. I get flooded with emotions whichever way he does it. If it’s a good line I get happy and want to prove I deserve to be there. If it is a low line then I instantly get mad and again want to prove myself but in a way that earns me a better spot.

When it started I was with I think my family, and maybe friends. We were in a bathroom or basement it was confusing, but it was dirty with quite a few doors. We were definitely hiding from bad guys, and I know they had weapons, and I think we did but I don’t remember. The bad guys broke in, and I was like “no thanks” so I somehow managed to run up the stairs behind them. Then all of a sudden I was in my car with my dad, driving on the road by my house. We were still running from the bad guys, and I asked him which way to turn. He yelled “ocean drive.” That’s for sure not a road but I turned left, like I was going to Grand Forks. In Go Karts they drive slow if there’s too much weight in them, and I distinctly remember having that feeling during this dream. We were driving on like a four lane interstate packed to the brim with traffic, and I was worried we were going to get caught because my dad was weighing the car down! I also remember telling my dad that it’d be nicer if we were on a motorcycle because then we could zip between all the other cars easier, since they’re smaller. We got to a place that was like a worship area for people who were members of ISIS, but a lot of people I talk to were there. I was almost like a journalist or undercover spy of sorts because we were trying to see what their plan was. When it got to be night I got Alyssa and told her they were going to find out so we had to go now. On our way out I stopped to talk to some other people I know and tell them we were leaving if they wanted to come with. They stayed. We got to the parking lot and I realized we didn’t have a vehicle. Alyssa had somehow snagged the keys to a very fancy, new, expensive looking white truck. We got in the truck and she said “See? This is perfect, because it can do this!” and she drove over like 8 curbs, that were steps down to the road. I remember feeling guilty and asking if this was alright. As we drove away, the owner of the truck came out of the building and was like “What the heck?!” I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to steal the truck, so I texted my mom and explained to her that we had stolen a truck but for a good reason. When we were driving someone else I know saw us and was very confused as to when we got this nice of a truck.

I only remember there was an ancient Indian ceremony and they said the way to heaven is going to show to true believers and the sky turned purple and the stars aligned together leading a purple line path to heaven but when I realized my kids where at home I left to go get them with there father so we can go to follow the line but when I went back there was fire and chaos within the worldly people and I had to save my husband from satanic police killers and we was running from them I kept praying and praying and I was trying to get them all out.. it was scary to think of heaven and earth and he'll at the same time in my dream... Then I appeared with old loves from Jr. High and then someone else and other members in a graduation party with alcohol and I wanted to give them my speech and tell them about the beginning of my dream only that I was still dreaming and I started crying and only some believed me and some didn't which I wasn't fully happy then I remembered these guy isn't my love.. My true love was the one I was trying to save in the beginning... I still kept praying.. I woke up worried for my kids self and world and true love and I also woke up scared of God and Jesus as to what they will say or if they will abandone me and my family here and the ones who are not evil on earth..

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