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This dream begins in a scary old house that’s dark and is falling apart. In this house there is spine-chilling spirits. I also I can hear voices saying “There is no way out” and I begin screaming and then I hear laughing coming from a dark hallway. So I decide to walk towards the hallway opening doors on the way. These doors had their own unique and creepy surprises. Then I feel a chill run down my spine and the room begins to feel cold. That’s when I sense someone’s presence and I stop. The weird thing is I can feel the evilness in the room. Then out from the shadows appears an old woman, and I remember everything about her appearance, voice, and behavior, but I don't ever remember seeing her. I could even draw her exactly and get a splitting image of her. After she is looks into my soul, she fades. Then I just wandered around this house trying to get out. Then I see a door open and I begin running but I can’t run fast enough, and it slams shut. No way out except to wake up from this terror.

I'm dreaming it's the end of our world. We knew it was coming, there was no way to avoid it. We were given and exact day and time it would happen. I am in a house I do not recognize, and my husband and other people are with us, but I do not recognize the other people. My children are not with us. It starts to get warm and the wind starts to blow, I can hear the wind, and something that I can't understand, but I can SEE the wind. Suddenly I am in a small bedroom alone and I am laying on the bed. I am not scared, I am just waiting for the end. I look at my watch and I know it will be over in a few minutes and I will be taken to wherever I am next supposed to be. Then while I am in my dream, I hear snoring, and I am in my dream and awake at the same time. My husband is snoring in our bedroom, and I am laying down in my daughter's room across the hall. So I become fully awake and I am upset that I cannot go back to my dream to see where I go next.

In my dream I had inherited a house from my great step- grandparents, but it wasn’t there house. It looked a lot like a house I made in Sims once. Well, I had three roommates who were helping me pay rent or mortage or something, but it was weird because I had this butler… and like they all started to die off. Well, in my dream I watched my butler kill my roommates and it was all to keep this secret, but I never found out what the secret was. Then my Aunt and Uncle came and they stayed with me and I was really upset with them for making my house messy and drinking and smoking in my house so I went to get in my car and this snake attacked me. It like got in my shirt and like put venom in my neck and I was like dying and I could feel it like killing me. Then my Aunt put some stuff in my mouth to make the dying easier because there was no way to save me. And she told the butler that it had finally gotten me that it had attacked even me the chosen one. Then I started to pray really hard and rebuked the snake in the name of the Lord and I survived and my friends returned from the dead. And then I woke up

I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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