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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.

There was this door, that my mom forbade me to enter, until my dad finally said I was ready to see what was inside. The door itself was old, and covered in loosely hanging chains, and when I went through it, I was in an old crypt-like setting. There were multiple coffins with artificially made bones in most of them (I assumed this because they were a completely clean ivory white), until finally, I saw what was supposed to be my grandfather's actual bones in a coffin a little larger than the rest (I have never seen my grandfather on my dad's side, nor heard anything about him from anyone) and there was a pile of trinkets my dad told me to go through. The two things I picked were a blue necklace that had a jewel shaped and crafted like an eye, and a blue hair clip with two little plumes sticking out. However, when my friend held the blue necklace, the jewel became a metal peace sign, which confused me greatly.

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I had a dream I was driving in a trailer park and I notice some of my tires are flat so I get out to check them. So I get back in the car to drive it off the road and then my car spin backwards into a ditch. So I get out and check to see if I can get it out and then I get back in the car. So I try to drive it out and all of a sudden my car fall into a bottom of an ocean with me it in landing on its wheels. All I could do was ask myself who is going to take care of Jaleyah which is my daughter. Out of no where my deceased uncle appears to me and says it's not your time yet and hold his hand out so I took his hand and he swimmed me to the surface. In my dream he had a red shirt on and two lines in his head for his design.

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I dreamed of my deceased adoptive father that died in 2011. He was sitting on the second row in the church I grew up in along with other family member. I could not see who the other family member were, but somehow I knew they were family. It is also significant about the second row. Another family I know always sits there. Well, my father gets up and goes all the way to the back of the church, then goes outside and urinates in the bushes. I was so embarrassed people were looking and starring and he acted as though he could care less. He seemed angry about something. Then the dream switched. He was in our family home and was acting very drunk, and began acting inappropriate by touching me and I kept pushing him off, he was acting as thought he was about to rape me. I then saw a house across the street where the a new roof was being put on. Then I woke up feeling perplexed and disturbed. IT was as thought my adoptive father who helped raised was taking own the form of Satan.

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I was in an old shed, the same one that was in my yard at my house, except this didnt take place in my yard. It took place it a field not far from my house. I dont remember much, just that all of the sudden me and me colleague had to get out of there quick. When I tried to leave I got Stabbed in the stomach. The knife was long, big and shiny. I ran down the road to my house, where I pulled the knife out. The wound was not big, but it hurt. My parents were standing in the driveway and I was debating on weather or not to tell them, because when I looked at the wound it didnt look bad. Then I proceeded to dream about something completely different and had no sign of being stabbed,

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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