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Had a dream that Jill and I haven’t seen each other since our last fight (which would have been the end of August 2013) but we still somehow ended up at a hotel getting married. I remember riding a bus, tram or train from what I assume was the airport (not sure) with her family members and Jimmy Mumby from work. Most of the family seemed a bit redneck, but Jimmy brought out weed and all her family member went crazy trying to smoke it, and even some seemed to have a new method of turning into liquid, and drinking it through a straw. I remember how uncomfortable I felt and I wanted to get away but I was trapped. The driver came back and began handing out what looked like strings with some sort of stick or straw and telling the guys who were smoking that they were going to have to swallow them. I felt relieved thinking he was going to stop them from smoking, but then he yelled out “Just kidding” smoke them if you got them, or something like that, laughed and went back to driving. The driver was wearing the stereotypical blue pants, driver’s hat and he had a mustache. When I got to the hotel I didn’t know what was going on or how I ended up being in the situation of marrying someone that I haven’t spoken too for months. I remember seeing her in her wedding dress (the old one from when she was 18) and seeing some of her bride’s maids in inappropriate bride’s maid dresses. One bride’s maid had a white dress that was cut to show a lot of skin, bra and panties could be seen. I was suddenly rushed by my mom to change into my suite (cannot remember the exact color but I know it was dark). Something happened to my shirt, can’t really remember but I spilled or dropped something on it, because I remember trying to rub it off. Next thing I know I was shirtless standing in front where the altar would be and a crowd was gathering in the seats and people were pushing me to the front as a protested about being shirtless. I remember still being confused about what I was doing or how I got myself in that position. I remember feeling anxiety about the hair that might be seen on my back. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time and money and feeling pressured to go through with it, and every time I attempted to discuss things with Jill, she wouldn’t acknowledge me, with the exception of telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it to go down. She seemed happy, or at least to everyone else, but we still didn’t talk. I remember feeling pressured about the vows because I wasn’t sure what to say to someone that hurt me so badly and haven’t spoken too in the last six months, but didn’t want to let everyone down. Everything seemed to be rushed as if “if it doesn’t happen right now it will never happen”. Her family seemed to be wearing country clothes including camouflage hats, had beards and yelled or talked super loud.

Had a dream that Jill and I haven’t seen each other since our last fight (which would have been the end of August 2013) but we still somehow ended up at a hotel getting married. I remember riding a bus, tram or train from what I assume was the airport (not sure) with her family members and Jimmy Mumby from work. Most of the family seemed a bit redneck, but Jimmy brought out weed and all her family member went crazy trying to smoke it, and even some seemed to have a new method of turning into liquid, and drinking it through a straw. I remember how uncomfortable I felt and I wanted to get away but I was trapped. The driver came back and began handing out what looked like strings with some sort of stick or straw and telling the guys who were smoking that they were going to have to swallow them. I felt relieved thinking he was going to stop them from smoking, but then he yelled out “Just kidding” smoke ‘em if you got’em, or something like that, laughed and went back to driving. The driver was wearing the stereotypical blue pants, driver’s hat and he had a mustache. When I got to the hotel I didn’t know what was going on or how I ended up being in the situation of marrying someone that I haven’t spoken too for months. I remember seeing her in her wedding dress (the old one from when she was 18) and seeing some of her bride’s maids in inappropriate bride’s maid dresses. One bride’s maid had a white dress that was cut to show a lot of skin, bra and panties could be seen. I was suddenly rushed by my mom to change into my suite (cannot remember the exact color but I know it was dark). Something happened to my shirt, can’t really remember but I spilled or dropped something on it, because I remember trying to rub it off. Next thing I know I was shirtless standing in front where the altar would be and a crowd was gathering in the seats and people were pushing me to the front as a protested about being shirtless. I remember still being confused about what I was doing or how I got myself in that position. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time and money and feeling pressured to go through with it, and every time I attempted to discuss things with Jill, she wouldn’t acknowledge me, with the exception of telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it to go down. She seemed happy, or at least to everyone else, but we still didn’t talk. I remember feeling pressured about the vows because I wasn’t sure what to say to someone that hurt me so badly and haven’t spoken too in the last six months, but didn’t want to let everyone down. Everything seemed to be rushed as if “if it doesn’t happen right now it will never happen”. Her family seemed to be wearing country clothes including camo hats, had beards and yelled a lot.

I am not in dream, there was a blond woman whose husband is in politics and they were going to have a baby, but the husband did not know about it. Another woman that was investigator that I was following around in spirit. She had found a body of a young woman. She went to talk to husband that the body she found in a shallow grave. While she was, talking to husband that is when housekeeper came in and announced his wife was having a baby and the investigator and husband were shocked from it. So husband went with wife, and housekeeper stayed with investigator and she the baby was the strangest thing the baby was born with dread locks and the husband went to touch baby’s hair and the dread lock fell off as if the baby was dead. Therefore, the investigator woman went to the cemetery, went to cross over an aisle, and looked back at her feet and there was an open grave with a 2 or 3 year old child there so she stepped back looked left and a line of open grave of children. She walked around and saw a empty grave were she looked at head stone and said it was a new baby, so the investigator new it was the couples that the wife dug up all the grave looking for a child that resembled her and husband, and brought back to life. Husband was talking to the little boy and he asked the son why won’t you open your eyes? So the father gently tried to open his eyes and he notice the eyes were sewed closed along with his nose. shocking the father. Suddenly the house was full of children the same children that the wife dug up their graves. They came looking for their friend. Wife was arrested for grave digging and husband went to assail asylum and committed suicide.

I saw this horrible dream last night.I was staying in a bar with some friends and in a moment comes a guy that had a familiar face but I cant remember who he was.There was also a boy that goes in a university next to mine but I dont personally know him.Whatever.So the unknown man throws acid at this boys face and In a moment the man attacks me with something and when I look at my body I have THREE deep cuts,one in my breast ,one in my leg,and one in my cheek.Then I pull like a gun or something and hit him.What does this mean? I dont known if this is related but im going to have some very hard exams in a week.

Some how my mom broke out of jail, to move to Arkansas with me, frank, and a white couple. Something went wrong with going, my mom decided to have a shoot out with the police in turn being shot in her chest and killing the officers, as my mother lay dying I tell Terri to shoot me in my upper back near my heart however the bullet went in to the left and came out on the right just under my tit. Terri and I were in 7-11 some how. We managed to make it to an apartment back to my mom that was not dead at all, I asked her how she was feeling, she replied "I'm at a place when I am okay with whatever happens" I say even dying? She laid her head on the floor and closed her eyes and continued to breathe, I called the police to get us help but nothing came and we were down the street from the police station :( I woke up with the same burn I felt in my chest with being shot. As I'm laying here wondering what it all means I feel sad inside, because I think this is telling me that I feel guilty about something concerning her. Then again I can feel happy in knowing that regardless of how long help took, we keep living through the pain.

I am in a group of people on some sort of mission. We seem to have conquered our enemies in the immediate environment, when someone decides to investigate a building. A fight a man with a sword, but he appears friendly and convinces us that we don't have to fight. Some say he cannot be trusted however. We decided to use his help to investigate the rest of the house. A portly comrade, a black guy, and I investigate the house with him. The black guy appears to be meddlesome, and I tell him to wait outside using some physical force to push him back in the process with a stick against his chest. The new acquaintance appears harmless, and I leave the rest of the investigation to the portly fellow and the acquaintance. Standing outside, I see the man who first attacked me with a sword coming out of the building with the face of the portly fellow pasted on his face. Everyone is enraged at the treachery and they take the man for judgment. They later inform me that he was beheaded and that the black guy was exiled for insubordination I felt pitty for the black guy because he appeared very distressed about the death of his portly comrade.

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