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I dreamt that we were at mom's house visiting, the couches were all re aranged, the room was very empty but I went to visit Cookie and she was sort of Happy, and had a neon green and neon orange bandana on her neck. She rolled over to give me her belly to rub but there was a HUGE cut on it, almost like a stab wound. I immediately stood up and screamed at my mom "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE HER TO THE VET?!" and she looked sadly at the ground and just said "I didn't have the money". It made me furious because she knows I would have dropped everything to be there in a heartbeat. Somehow she bolts outside and the rotten algea infested water in the pool and its rippling, like it's boiling (like it does when in a hurricane or torrential downpour) but it was cold and gloomy and awful and Cookie just jumps in. I'm horrified and jump in after her, when as soon as I submerge my head I see that she's on the floor of the pool almost completely having given up. I try to shout her name under water, which alerts her to me being there, then she looks as though she wants to come up and 'save me' but cant. I try to submerge myself again but my purse is on the level ground around my neck so I have to fight it off to let me go under. I can see her slowly drowning at the bottom of the pool and for some reason I absolutely cannot go under the water to save her, I can sink enough. Then Tim woke me up.

Had a dream that I feel is for my friend. I was watching as she and two of her friends were on a bus. Other than the three of them and the driver the bus was empty. She was 10 or 12 in the dream where in reality shes 16. She was sitting in a big fluffy ballgown dress, next to her best guy friend, also 16, but 18 in the dream, in a black leather jacket. They laughed and cuddled and mumbled quietly to each other and had a nice time. The bus had seats lining the sides instead of in rows like a normal bus and there were only around 5 seats on each side. there were also metal poles down the middle like a city bus. her other friend was in the front of the bus, between the driver and the door, waiting to get off even though it was clear the bus wasnt stopping. She asked over and over about when theyd be at their destination and when she could get off. She was not happy to be on that bus at all. I found it almost annoying.

I needed to use a toilet. The toilet I used was an olfashioned,outside toile which belonged to my gran (who, in life, passed away many years ago). Despite being an old fashioned toilet, it was,in quite a spacious room, modern inside. The toilet it self was some kind of mechanical device.....one would be strapped into it and, it would tilt, emptying the contents as one used it! As I found the toilet difficult to operate, my husband (who, in real life, also passed away) helped me. Because of this strange toilet, I found I couldn't "go".

I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

There is a beach made entirely of suitcases, I'm climbing over them down a pathway to the main beach and some are open but empty. Suddenly the beach floods with clear water and I see a shark come towards me. When it gets close I realise it is an inflatable shark and no harm at all. I run off up the beach across the suitcases and find a camper van buried in the ground up to the roof. When I look in through the roof I see my friend hiding in the bottom. Also, in this dream I am thin and fit, in real life I am overweight and very much not fit.

As a child I would have this recurring dream where I was standing in a large archway looking into a very large domed cathedral type room, very dark with the only light coming from a matching archway directly across the room from me, the floor was white and black checkerbord. The room was empty, walls where smooth with some kind of painting/fresco that I could never make out. And always in every dream there was a figure, seemed to be a man standing in the archway across from me, I could never see his face or another details because the light was behind him shining in. Every time this figure would turn his back to me. Look back over his sholder and walk away......I would always wake with a metallic taste in my mouth and cold sweats.

I had a dream that I was in a boat on a lake with a group of Indianpeople(east indian) and it was like 5 men and a pregnant woman and we went swimming in the lake. We came across an empty floating car while we were swimming and a hippopotamus swam out of it and started attacking us. So I and the pregnant lady started swimming and she was screaming but I didn't speak the language she did and suddenly the hippo bit off one of the men's legs. The water filled with blood and somehow we escaped and the pregnant lady went into labor and I had to walk her to the hospital barefoot in my swim suit.

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