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I started off getting a side job painting a blue house in a neighborhood I grew up in. Then I ended up the parking lot I currently live in taking a shower in a bath tub with a shower curtain around it with my new girlfriend waiting to fight her ex husband. He never showed up and then I am on a subway on my way to jail with a old friend that I did bodily harm to but reconciled with. Then I am in a hospital room with a stranger that I put in the hospital and I shoot at him three times and only one bullet comes out and the gun is empty and I hand the stranger the gun and tell him to shoot me in the back as I walk away because he knows he hates me and I am covered in blood on my hospital gown and there is blood on the wall as I leave the hospital room to go back to my cell in jail and I grab my cell mate and cover him in blood and he is mad and he seems to be a friend and even tho he is mad I am laughing then I wake up!

I dream i was in my mother house talking to her, it seemed that we was up stairs in her bedroom. then a knock was on the door my mother and I started to walk down the stairs and my mother asked who it was and the man said he was my cousins son so my mother opened the door the man came in with two grocery bags my mother asked why he had those bags he said it is your birthday is it not, she looked at me and went up stairs , the man was walking up stairs with me I told him you look just like your dad, then I went where my mother was I looked into my wallet and saw a lot of folded money mostly ones and change I wanted to leave and go to the flower shop and go get my mother some flowers for her birthday as a surprise, it was the month of july.

In the dream I was in my old School which i left 4 years ago.In my dream I saw that sky is tearing apart. It had a hole in it similar to the shape of banana. Fire was boiling inside that hole. At first it appeared that earthquake had struck.. there was a huge noise. Everybody were running here and there thinking it was an earthquake. I looked up and saw that sky had burst apart and it had turned red. I felt that now its my end. I along with my old friends ran into the school toilet to be safe. But somehow an idea came inside me that I will die here. Fire ball is going to break apart this building. So I ran out and jumped at a ledge and hid beneath the shrubs and trees. For your information, the trees and shrubs were grown in a wall and i was underneath its shade. But I realized soon that I had made a foolish decision to come out,building was more safe. Then I woke up.

Dreamed me and my boyfriend were driving down the road on a nice sunny day on the highway and he started looking in rearview mirror and getting scared and saying what is that? When I looked in my rearview I saw a wall of clouds going straight up and down when I looked ahead I saw the cars in front of us were hitting a certain spot in the road then floating up in the air like they had lost gravity. I kept trying to warn him we were going to float too but was too scared to get much out then we hit spot and start to float and it feels so real then I wake up terrified

I dream i was in my mother house talking to her, it seemed that we was up stairs in her bedroom. then a knock was on the door my mother and I started to walk down the stairs and my mother asked who it was and the man said he was my cousins son so my mother opened the door the man came in with two grocery bags my mother asked why he had those bags he said it is your birthday is it not, she looked at me and went up stairs , the man was walking up stairs with me I told him you look just like your dad, then I went where my mother was I looked into my wallet and saw a lot of folded bills mostly ones and change I wanted to leave and go to the flower shop and go get my mother some flowers for her birthday as a surprise, it was the month of july.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

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