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I was at a building having a party my mother helped plan. I had seen many people I knew, including my deceased relative, my aunt. She was sitting with me and I tried to take a picture of us together while watching kids run all around a field. My dead aunt stroked my hair. The girls sitting next to me said something about an old friend I used to drink with when I was very young, and after they realized they had heard of who I was their attitude changed, there was mean things written all over the wall next to us about me, unpleasant things I have done. Then everybody started to leave, and I had won an award for 7th place of a gathering. Then the field the children were playing in started to fill up with baseball players and fans and as we walked out we were in the stone streets of the old world with my family and I had took a picture of a woman walking towards an old building.

I used to have this dreams in my teenage years i see a tea garden on top of a hill with a white cottage and from there i can down in the middle of the tea garden a lake. i also used to see peoples throwing me down from the cliff to a sea and i gasping for breathe. i also i used to see peoples piercien g my eyes with ahot burning road. what all these means and its true that i have the phobia of sharp pointed things,deep waters,high. what these dreams means to me.

I was being chased by a tornado from basement to basement, running across a field to another basement until the tornado would rip off the roof and try to suck me up. I would hold on to a piece of metal tubing as the tornado would try to lift me into it. Then the wind would leave and I'd run to another basemen. In the field I see people whom I used to know, then I look back to the farmhouse for a second; look back at the field and the tornado is there, where they used to be

This guy, him and I used to like each other. so in the dream he knocks on my house door and i open it and then he throws a my house key at me and tells me he doesn't need it anymore because it's done. Then out of anger i kick him really hard and he gets mad and walks away to his apartment. I follow him up and realise that he lives in the same building as I do. so i tell him im sorry for hitting him, i was just mad but he keeps on ignoring me and he gets up to his house door waits for it to open and leaves without talking to me.

My brother was a serial killer who wears a white hoodie and has black hair. A tall man with white skin and no face was like a father figure to us. We got into a fight with a jock at school. I stabbed the jock in the foot. A boy named Toby who was wearing goggles grabbed my hand and lead us both deep into the forest. We came to a mansion, which confused us. We had never seen it before. This was how we met the man. He introduced himself. I was worried about what me and Jeff (my brother) would do. We could not go back to our parents. After a while the mansion was like a home to us. One day I decided to wear some band merch and converse shoes to school. AS I slung my backpack over my shoulder and started the walk down the path, Jeff teased me. He asked why I was so dressed up, as he put it, and said it was for a boy i denied it, but he was right. I ended up in love with him. Slenderman didn't want me, a proxy, to fall in love with a mortal. So i fought and struggled to keep it hidden from him. When the boy, who was named Johnnie, asked why I had to keep it secret, I told him my dad doesn't want ne dating. And some vad things could happen to us if my dad found out. He just nodded and grunted. So one day I fell asleep next to him on his bed. Slenderman had had Jeff go out and look for me. When Jeff got back dad was mad. He hated me. He hated Johnnie. And Jeff was dissapointed in me. I was dragged out of the home, held in restraint by Jack and E.J. I saw a look of fear on Johnnie's face. I heard Jeff ask what had happened last night, and he honestly replied that we both fell asleep. Jeff didn't believe him and slapoed Johnnie hard. He thought that Johnnie had drugged me up and raped me. He was wrong. Jeff ended up killing him. When he got home he came into my room and said everything was fixed and it would all be ok. I saw his bloody hoodie and gasped. I stuttered the question of did he kill Johnnie, and he grinned with an affirmitive yes. This sent my crying into sobbing. I screamed at him about how i hated his guts and how he had killed my first love. A while later i procured a knife and started cutting. I would use stolen makeup to disguise the scars that covered my body. I stopped smiling like i used to and hid in my room a lot more. Jeff started to worry. One day he walked in while I was moving the blade across my wrists.

My dream began where I was sitting on my sofa when the bell rang. I opened the door to find Lisa Simpson, in a Girl Guide uniform, at my door, who asked me if I wanted to buy some cookies. Being a nice guy, I obliged and asked for three boxes. She said "So, OK, you want five boxes..." I was confused and said "No. I said I wanted three". Suddenly, she repeated, more forcefully this time, "You want FIVE boxes", before kicking me in the nuts and holding a knife to my throat, before repeating "You want five boxes. That'll be £102.50". I, scared out of my wits, nodded and gave her all the money in my wallet. She kicked me in the nuts again, said "Have a nice day" in a mocking tone and walked off, leaving me writhing in pain on my doorstep. I am male, British, and will be 18 in just under 2 weeks (my birthday is on Christmas Day). I am male, British, and will be 18 in just under 2 weeks (my birthday is on Christmas Day). I am somewhat immature in personality and often ignore people when they try to remind me of the responsibilities of adulthood. I am also not conventionally handsome or in shape and do not partake in any particular "male" activities (e.g. I am not interested in sports). I am also somewhat awkward with the opposite sex. I used to watch the Simpsons when I was a child; Lisa was my favourite character. I am wondering of the significance of this. I only started having these dreams round about now, when people reminded me of my milestone birthday.

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