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I left my child in the house alone on his own at 1 and half years old and I kept saying to my sisters in law I need to get back to my son before he wakes up, but they kept saying "no leave him he will be ok he's asleep" and I just kept saying I need to get home to him but they wouldn't listen to me. Then eventually we ended up at some woman's house who was a witch I knew she was a witch before I went in because her house was in the corner of a green set back from all the other houses, it was all dark with loads of tree's in her front garden and she looked like the stereotypical witches with back combed hair, wart on her nose hunt huntched back wearing a black shabby cape, we got into her house which was very dimly lit with wired objects hanging from the ceiling, and a table with a crystal ball on it, when we got In there I felt very uncomfortable and decided I needed to leave so phoned a taxi cuz I needed to get back to my son, but as the taxi pulled up, there were 2 women and some more people I think neighbours and the 2 women were from social services they were holding my son, telling me they're taking him away from Me because I'm a bad mum leaving him in the house on his own, and he had woke up screaming for me so that my neighbour went in my house picked him up and phoned social services. I kept trying to tell them that I was forced to leave him as my sister-inlaws made me go with them, and that his daddy will be home soon please don't take him away from his daddy. Then I woke up. :(

I went with a friend to his house.There was nobody at home except a friend of his.His friend left as soon as i came.Then my friend made me sit and he went to have a bath.Then later he came back and made me sit on the bed and ke started applying talcum powder over his body and then he started kissing me on my waist and then tried to undress me.I started running away and when i reached the ground floor of the building.I was all of a sudden surrounded by police jeeps and vans. and when i turned back i saw my friend behind me.he kept screaming asking me to come back and i started running.and a cop had caught me saying it was a raid. he took me along with other women.He photographed me. Then they published my picture in the newspaper.and then i took the help of my friend and asked the cop to take of my pictures from the file that has to be published. and when he gave me the file.There were photographs where i had been beaten black and blue. i dont remember when i had been beaten. we tore the photographs from the file and then i saw my friend and woke up startled

Looking through my own eyes there were different shapes in my room That did not look right, there was a doll just above my head which I know was not there my boyfriend was standing by my bed next to the light so in the dark I asked my boyfriend to put the light on but all that came out was a growl I kept screaming for him to turn on the light but I was just growling no words were spoken except my bf's voice saying he was scared. I Must of then woke up asked him to put the light on again which he did. Talking bwt it after he said I scared the s**t out of him as he wasn't asleep he said I stopped breathing and then startled him by asking him to switch on the light wat does this mean!?

Felt like a bus with wooden fixtures but was an aircraft also , had friends but did not know their names sky blue was the colour of the wooden fixtures old and frayed were the cupboards,very crowded,got of the bus during night time and was left lone on the train station started screaming simran sethi and then saw a man well built waving both his hands signaling me to come on to the other side of the platform it was dark and could not see the face of the person he was wearing a blue round neck t shirt, and then i woke up

I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

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