Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams kind of

Found 603 dreams containing kind of - Page 41


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 with some friends and watching a Humphrey Bogart movie. (I can’t remember which one) Somehow, the entire movie wasn’t recorded. I found myself in a virtual museum of Humphrey Bogart stuff, movies, memorabilia etc.. Some guy gave me what looked like a VHS box. I commented I wanted to find something on DVD, he got huffy and told me it was some kind of DVD.. But the movie was The Maltese Falcon, not whichever movie I was looking for. I left this guy, and was wandering around looking in cabinets, and shelves but never did find the right movie. On a shelf there were some awards Bogart had won, one was a gold statue. At first I thought it was his Oscar, but the statue was something else.

I had a dream I was hiding in Ryan's( my ex who I have been speaking to recently "friendly and peacefully"; although he knows I want more) house in some kind of shack. It was dark room with a floor made of dirt. It felt kind of like a barn. In it from the ceiling was this big brown jar looking thinking. I couldn't make out what it was. When I peeked from the door an saw his feet dangling off the couch I saw an opportunity to surprise him so I jumped out and before I even jumped on him he looked startled but I ended up jumping on the couch next to him instead. I changed my mind mid flight. I got the sense that he know I was hiding in that weird shack with the honey. surprisingly he wasn't mad (he would have been furious in real life). He said something about hiding in the shack with the honey bees. I didn't see any honey bees but thats when I knew that jar was honey. In another room there was his fathers/mother salon. (His father and mother split up when he was 5 and neither of them own a salon) But before that he said he had to go the bathroom and get ready to change for something. He left the door open and got undressed to show me these blue kiddy underwear he was wearing (as a joke) I saw that as my opportunity to grab his dick. As I was holding on to him about to get all sexual (he seemed unaware that I wanted him sexually) I turned to see a woman sitting in the bathroom/salon. She didn't seemed startled by my inappropriate behavior in front of her but I was so I let go. She was waiting for someone to cut her hair wet already washed hair. So I wen to cut her hair. I cut it really short she really disliked it. But when I finished it was longer again as she tried to fix it in the mirror. It was nicer. His father came down as if he was the one who was about to do this woman's hair to realize I already did it. Thats all I remember.

I was with some friends and watching a Humphrey Bogart movie. (I can’t remember which one) Somehow, the entire movie wasn’t recorded. I found myself in a virtual museum of Humphrey Bogart stuff, movies, memorabilia etc.. Some guy tried to hand me what looked like a VHS box. I commented I wanted to find something on DVD, he got huffy and told me it was some kind of DVD.. But the movie was The Maltese Falcon, not whichever movie I was looking for. I left this guy, and was wandering around looking n cabinets, and shelves but never did find the right movie. On a shelf there were some awards Bogart had won, one was a gold statue. At first I thought it was his Oscar, but the statue was something else.

I had this dream three times so far- well really, it's not the dream, it's the location of the dream. The first time i had this dream was when i was maybe about six years old. I don't really remember what it was about, but i can give the house's details (probably) pinpoint exact. The next time I had the dream was when i was nine. Again, that house was there, taking role in my dream. The last time (so far) I had the house in my thought was when i was eleven. The house is very old looking; well, not the old, haunted type of old, but an old styled house. Maybe a house that could be from the 1950s. The front of the house overlooks a nearby river that's a good sized river. The front yard is also sizable, too; plenty of room for children to play on. There is a porch that spans from one side to the other side of the front of the house. There's two windows on the first floor that overlook the river; and there is three windows on the top floor. The middle window opens to a balcony. I do not know what the back or the sides of the house look like; it has always been the front (really, only the bottom half of the exterior of the house; i had to really remember to give some detail about the top half), or the inside. From what i can hypothesize is that the house is bigger in the inside than what the outside interprets. There are many rooms, but only two of the rooms have come into play in each of my three dreams. (These dreams come alive when I am in my unconscious state of sleep.) One of the rooms has many small windows. The windows overlook the river so the information about the exterior of the front of the house could be wrong, or, my brain is saying some type of magic is used within the house to make it so that there is more sight of the river. There is about four to five windows that have a little skirt of curtain at the top held by a horizontal pole; then below the skirt are normal curtains. There are wicker and straw tables around the room, flower pots of nothing are placed evenly, there is a wicker couch and chair that have a styled cushion, and that is only one side of the room; i have only seen that side. There is a door that when you would open it, it would take you inside my brother's closet. It was some kind of portal from this "river" house to my actual house. This took place more in my latest dream. And finally, there is this one door that i have never actually opened. I guess you could say my dream persona is a little too apprehensive about opening it. It's a huge metal door that is rounded at the top. There are no windows, no doorknobs, just little intricate metal works of little circles that from a semicircle if you were to look at the door from an angle. In my dreams there have been some ideas as to what's behind this door- this is no normal sized door, it is at least seventeen feet high. Now, i have no clue how this size of a door would fit into a two story house. Thank you for reading and hopefully coming up with a meaning. Some of these "facts" will probably turn out wrong because it has been two years since my last dream of it.

I saw that I graduated. The dream was all in sepia. I saw Abhishek, a classmate of mine when I was in 5th standard, in Varanasi. Now I'm in 9th, and it is weird to dream of him as I don't even think about him. Abhishek graduated too with me. I saw a ladder, I wanted to climb it, but I did not as I was amazed to see Abhishek and started talking with him. We did not talk much, however. I went on a machine, and I was informed that the machine was built by a man who graduated the first time in the world. His graduation was so great. My father told me that graduation is nothing but a kind of interview. All the difference between and interview is that in graduation, we have to make a presentation. M father said that examiner asks some question, and we have to answer it, and then make a presentation on the basis of the questions that were asked. Then I asked my father that why the man who graduated the first time is famous? He said that it was because his presentation was different, he was asked some different kinds of questions that are normally not being asked. But I said to my father, that this is not a good reason, why did examiners asked different questions to him only, not to any one else? There is nothing he did. Then I demanded again why the man who graduated first was famous? My father replied that it was because he committed suicide later. I was still confused, I couldn't understand why the man who graduated the first time was famous. Before I could get information a little more, I woke up.

I was in a large room with mirrors covering all four walls. My first and so far only love was there on a bicycle. Normally, I don't share my feeling with him because he shuts down and gets defensive or he wants to cheat on his girlfriend /baby-mama/fiancé with me and I adamantly refused. He never shows any concern about my feelings. However, in this dream he seemed upset that I had hooked up with another guy even though he has no grounds to be jealous. I start yelling at him saying he has no right and if he still is jealous about that kind of stuff maybe he still love me even though he won't admit it and he shouldn't be with his current fiancé. He refuses to listen attempting to ride away on the bike, however we are trapped in this room with no where to go and our reflections and voices surrounding us making it impossible to escape.

<< Previous Page 41 Next Page >>