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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.

I was walking up a hill. The air was really dusty and in front of me was a deteriorating house. I was staring through the screen door from a distance and then a pair of yellow glowing eyes appear. I started looking around and more of the eyes started appearing, but the eyes were from demon cows. The cows started surrounding me and they were smiling at me. They had human teeth so their smiles were terrifying. I was trying to call for help and running away. My voice didn’t work and running felt like I was walking through a lot of mud. Two police guys showed up and started shooting the cows. But then the cows ate the police men and ripped them to pieces. At this point, I was somehow in the air with a parachute trying to float away, but I was spiraling down towards the ground. A demon cow was looking up and smiling at me, waiting for me to reach the ground so it could eat me. My dream ended before the cow got me.

Was in a black area in which I thought was a room but it never ended. Little things started to light up on the floor. Not very big but like lightning bugs that were beneath me. Different colors would flash and at varying intensities. Going to touch them they would scatter like fish do when you go to grab one . I stood still taking in all of the dots on the floor. Don’t know how long had passed but I was then surrounded by black. No more lights lighting up the floor. Now they were level with me.

My mom, my sister, and I would take a trip up to some cabin onto of a hill surrounded by forest. Us three would get settled into the cabin and then my mom would tell me to go out and grab some firewood. Every time on the way back to the cabin I would see one wolf coming up through the driveway growling at me and then all of the sudden I would be surrounded by a bunch of wolves with no way out. Then my dad comes barreling down the driveway and to the cabin to save the day. Everytime he takes my place and somehow I am able to get away from the wolves. The first time I had the dream my dad shot all of the wolves and we were safe. The second time he didn’t shoot them, but was somehow able to scare them all away. And the last time I had the dream, my dad sent my sister and I to the nearby village, but when we were finally able to get help and get back my dad was dead. I haven’t had the dream since.

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Was in a black area in which I thought was a room but it never ended. Little things started to light up on the floor. Not very big but like lightning bugs that were beneath me. Different colors would flash and at varying intensities. Going to touch them they would scatter like fish do when you go to grab one . I stood still taking in all of the dots on the floor. Don’t know how long had passed but I was then surrounded by black. No more lights lighting up the floor. The most I could see was lights ahead of me and no one answered when I yelled for help.

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

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