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I was being repeatedly buried alive in a glass top coffan,the last thing i remember before i woke is being dug up by men in suits with black hoods draged into a large black car .we drove really fast we stoped they drug me from the car never saying a word to me ,we where in an air strip i think as they forced me into a plane and into a coffan that was already there,i fiught and fought as they struggle to put the glass top on it knocking a hood off one of the men . The glass top was fasend on as i filled with dispair they all laughed as if they could tell what i was fellingand the man without athe hood was so filled with joy and said it was about time he git to do something so hanus

Ke toan luong Bi Vit Hu ch Archives - K Ton Tin Lng... Trong công đoạn học nếu Anh chị cảm thấy còn chưa nắm vững, trung tâm sẽ gần lại cho bạn học một khóa mới, tỉ dụ bạn bạn công việc phải đi công công tác nữa tháng ở Hà Nội, vào học ko theo kịp phần kế toán Misa bên mình sẽ gần cho bạn học lại mà ko thu thêm học phí.các hình thức trả lương trong công ty – lương thuởng là khoản tiền mà đơn vị trả cho người lao động để thực hiện công việc theo thỏa thuận. đơn vị mang quyền chọn lọc hình thức trả lươngtheo thời kì, sản phẩm hay khoán. Nhưng cần phải đảm bảo ko được thấp hơn mức lương tối thiểu.Tiền lương ngày được trả cho một ngày khiến việc. Được xác định trên cơ sở lương lậu tháng chia cho số ngày làm việc thường nhật trong tháng. Theo quy định của pháp luật mà doanh nghiệp tuyển lựa, nhưng tối đa ko.

My family (wife,kids, me) are being chased by a bear through a house with several locked doors. We managed to evade it but it killed others. We ran down the street with a lot of people viewing the carnage. It was carterville road where I grew up but it was different. Then it was coming back so we ran home and locked the doors again and tried to hide in a safe like a bank vault but it was coming too soon as I was trying to lock the door I realized I couldn’t lock it from inside. Then I woke up in a panic.

I just had the worst dream: *it was a follow up to a dream I had when I was younger• *disclaimer in the dream I realize I had experienced this before as a teenager and the exact events are happening again with what seem like different people* “I start reading a horror book that is super popular, all of a sudden the things in the book start happening to me, and I keep thinking to myself there is no way this is in the book because I experience it, and all of a sudden these things start happening to me again. There are all males in the dream except for one other female...everyone in the dream is trying to rape me. I am woken up one night by someone that I trust with a phone call telling me to get out of the house because everything is real and some guys are on the way to get me, on the way outside to get away one guy starts to chase me and I stab him and all he is saying is that was not the way you did it all those years ago try again! I get outside and there seem to be about 10 men. I am running and finally I run into the arms of the male that called me, but turns out he is working with them and we are scrambling and I am trying to get away from him and I stab him in between the shoulder blades, he starts laughing going you aren’t going to kill me that way and proceeds to take the knife out yelling don’t you remember and stabs himself in the same place I did years ago.” At this point in real life I wake up hyperventilating and screaming. If anyone could help me interpret this dream it would be helpful because the is the 2nd time I’ve had it in the last 5 years and it is terrifying it feels so real.

My ex fiancée who stalked me for a year after we broke up came over & I let him take me to an auction to buy Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain tees and CDs. I spent too much money and he wanted me to go out with him instead so I returned them and the shop owner let me return them and I looked through bags compulsively for tees I did want more. The shop owner was female. There were guinea pigs, a little girl owned them and they bit me. A man with frogs and snapping turtles came and those were biting. I had to get home before curfew and all these frogs and turtles kept escaping the wallet and biting me

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

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