Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams vince

Found 151 dreams containing vince - Page 7


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 dreamed of my kids sleeping in my car. It was my two kids and a boy I think I adopted in the dream. But I was over a friends house talking and the kids were sleeping in the car when 3 men jumped in the car. I ran to them in panic screaming. I asked them what they were doing my kids were in the car. They said they was stealing the car but since the kids were in the car they was going to hold them for hostage. They want money. They tried to pull off but me and a friend jumping in the trunk. As they was pulling off I was scramming for help and pulling wires from the trunk trying to stop the car from moving. Out of no where 2 male mexicans and 1 older lady mexican came running after the car and the older lady spoke the the 3 kidnappers. She convinced them to stop and let the kids go. If they leave now we wasn't gonna contact the police and she promised them she would give them 50 dollars and my friend had 33 dollars they would have. So they took the money and all got out of the car and ran.

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.

I left college, and I was being bullied by a teenager guy. He was making me feel like crap, and I was anxious about him. I seen him outside of college by my car, and I tried to avoid him. I managed to avoid contact with him, and went to my car. But, there was a woman and her husband in my car claiming that they owned the car. I instantly knew this must have been the work of the bully. I tried to convince her that it was my car, but she didn't believe me, and wanted to discuss this with my family after. I drove back home, but instead drove to a fairground. I left the car there, and rushed home to explain what had happened at college to my family. By the time my Dad and I returned to the car, it had vanished and we explored the fairground. We found out the car was put up as a prize for an insanely hard to win fairground attraction. I remember seeing the bully at the fairground, and he was also attempting to win my car. In the end, we failed to win back the car.

I am a girl and my best friend who is a girl and I am in love with is in my bed with me. I am trying to convince her to just try us out and see if we can be girlfriend and girlfriend . I ask for one night to prove to her how much I love her and she can stop me from doing anything if she gets uncomfortable. I just want the chance. She agrees and i start to kiss her and undress her. Soon we are having sex and then we move into the shower and continue to have sex. We are both breathing hard and well, enjoying it.

I had this dream the first night I was home from the hospital after my daughter was born. This was 7 years ago: I was standing in a parking lot of some type, and my newborn daughter was there as a teenager, probably about 15 years old. She was standing with a group of friends who looked around her age. (Strangely enough, she looked exactly how I would now expect her to look when she becomes a teen, yet I don't see how I could have predicted that then when she was only a few days old.) Anyhow, I remember calling her name over and she wouldn't answer me; she was just talking and laughing with her friends, who couldn't hear me either. I started screaming it so she could hear me, but it seemed like the sound of my voice just got lower and quieter. I couldn't tell if she was ignoring me or she just didn't know I was there. At this point, I started to feel like I had no physical presence because when I looked down at myself, there was nothing there; like a ghost who couldn't be seen, and that is why she wasn't responding. Meanwhile, I noticed a young boy standing off to the side of the group of girls. He looked to be somewhere between 8 and 10. I did not recognize the child, but he was the only one who could actually see me. He didn't say a word; he just kept looking at me as I screamed my daughter's name. I felt as though he knew me, although I didn't know him. This dynamic just continued until I woke up. I was convinced this dream meant that if I ever had another child (represented by the boy), I would die. Please tell me what you think.

First i am fighting with my father and i threaten to runaway from home. i am then at school where i meat some friends who invite me to live with them. i then convince them to come with me on a trip, we find a plane and plan to fly to california, but we are stopped by a man. as we try to leave i remember i have to go home and get my camera, but i have to run there on barefoot. when i am almost at my house i am attacked by a coyote and must cross other obstacles in order to reach home.

My mom took me to the doctor and he told me I was so sick that there was no point in me living. He gave me a cyanide pill and told me to swallow it. He said that it would kill me in exactly 12 seconds. He wanted me to take it then, but my mom convinced him to let us wait a bit so I could say bye to people. The doctor also told us that the pill would give me intense stomach pains before I died and I didn't want that. So we spent a long time trying to find a way to prevent that from happening. The rest of the day I said goodbye to people, and did a lot of crying. I also kept Jesus Christ in my mind, thinking about what it would be like to see him so soon. In real life, I finally repented and stopped doing a certain sin, so in my dream I felt almost happy, like I had no regrets and was so excited to see my Lord and Savior. I woke up before I ever took the pill.

<< Previous Page 7 Next Page >>