Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams escape

Found 1,085 dreams containing escape - Page 38


Explore a collection of the latest dreams shared by our community. Discover common themes, intriguing narratives, and unique symbolism. From vivid adventures to thought-provoking scenarios, these recent dreams offer a glimpse into the subconscious mind and may even spark insights into your own dream world. Browse the "Latest Dreams" to find inspiration, connect with others, and delve deeper into the fascinating realm of dreams.

Collecting several mice, and putting them in a broken cage. The mice keep trying to escape, but can't. Friends give me golden tolkens for an overpriced bookstore. An antique graphic novel of a videogame has moving illustrations in the middle of the book. A famous author uses a paint brush to sign the first page of the book. Black blood flows backwards out of the paint brush, and it leaks out of the top of the book. The cashier hands me a bowl of icecream cake.

I and a group of friends were held captive by a group of strangers in a very familiar house. I managed to escape and was running away from my captive who had a gun. I ran into this map type thing screaming for help and to call 911. I ran into this group and turned around and they were trying to take pictures of my captive (like my captive was famous in the dream) and when I looked for the gun it was actually a red frisbee that a man grabbed from my captive as tossed it.

Me and my ex boyfriend have been together for almost 3 years. Besides the arguments & mistakes we both made, i thought everything was fine. He would always take me out, buy me things i really wanted, gave me money when i needed it, came with me to every doctor appointment & been there when i lost a baby. Last monday he left me for another girl. He claims because he think i cheated and wasnt being truthful to him but i think its an escape goat for him to be with someone else. He led me on and im trying to get the truth from him but he refuse to tell me whats been going on. I tried getting him back. But now im having dreams about marrying him, being with him again, and even felt him holding me in my sleep and thinking he was next to me. I miss him and love him terribly but dont know if he still think of me. I did so much for him and he threw 3 years away so quickly.

There is a little girl and i am seeing through her eyes. i'm in a white small dark tunnel about the size of a bigger vent. My hands are tied, and I've been gagged. I'm scared and crying. I wriggle/crawl through the tunnel. I don't know why because I don't think I'll get anywhere. As I move, I notice a hole above me. It's big enough for me to fit through. As I go toward it, a hand smashes down into the tunnel. It's unnaturally pale. It's trying to get me! For some reason I can't go backwards! I can't go fast enough! The hand grabbed my hair and started pulling me up, but I escaped. Then suddenly I remembered. This is what my mother did before she died. When I was being a bad girl. I'm scared. I back away far enough to where the hand can't reach me. Maybe I'll sleep here, and when I wake up, she'll be gone... Wait! She's coming down here! HELP!!! Then there is static, like an old tv switching channels back and forth. I see the hand trying to grab me, then I see her rushing toward me, pale and deadly. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

<< Previous Page 38 Next Page >>