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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 am walking through a park in my town and i walk into the woods. there is a trail and i see a small house. i go inside and find a poem. i read it and when i do, an old man appear. he tells me to get out and to save his wife so i run all the way home. i turn around and he is following me so i run into my neighbors house and i hide in their really nice tub. i find the note again right as he breaks down the door and when i say it, there is a bright light and bam, he's gone

I saw fox statues, and my grandma told me I can't have more than 7 fox statues in my room, or the house. I then saw more than 7, and ran back to my room, but my room became hard to enter like a wind pushed me. I then tried to run back into the house, but all the lights were off, and nobody was in the house, and it felt cold. I then became increasingly scared and ran out to the door, opened the door, and this fat gray old lady stood in the doorframe. I then tried to push her aside, but she restricted me from continuing

I came upon a motorbike on the side of the road. I looked it over and saw that it had a removable radio. I tuned in and was delighted to find that the radio worked. The engine worked too. I then realised that the two did not work together but I kept trying anyway. When the engine started again I decided to push the bike along the road. Then the road appeared wide and clean with a smooth surface but it was winding. I walked alongside the motorbike all the way down a hill. I said out loud that if I got to the bottom I would not be pushing that bike back up the hill.

I am at a house party and mingling, the house seems to be 2-3 stories tall. i look over and notice a girl who seems to be emotionely upset. i find out what it is and go beat up the guy who made her upset. i return and try to make her feel better. i look down and say so son what level of power should i be at and he says supersayian 3. after i power up i go fight these two random guys who are sparring with each other. i win the fight with just three fingers. afther that in one part of the room there is a machine that analyzis your body and projects a animated form of anime. i look like a anime character and am hugging her and holding her. then she runs off after about two hours i finally find her. i walk up a set of stairs in a narrow way. i go in the room and she is sitting with her friends. one of them has a needle with lime green stuff inside and says don't move. fast as i can i snatch it out of his hands. i look over and she has injected herself and said don't worry i used to do this all the time. the spot in which she injected herself i squeze until the stuff oozes out and say i don't think so. t gently give her a light slap tap on her face and say if you have a problem lets talk because i like to listen to people and help them. later on that night her friends start playing a game she asks me if i want to play to. i start playing and though it is only 10 of us playing at one time i only saw my character. a guy goes by me in slow motion and flips onto another board because it is a skate game. the women start to join in and everybody begins to fight each other. i ask why are we doing this in the video game. one guys said that the punches are not normal. before i can ask why i get punched and fly back about ten feet. after the game we start to watch a movie. i am sitting next ot her and get up and go use the bathroom. once i return i see her talking to one of her friends who is female i see a small opening and sit between the. hfer friend who is a female looks at me and says really jokingly. i retun the sarcastic remark and say i am allowed she is my gilrfriend. i look over and notice that she has scooted down on the couch. i am sitting directly in front of the scrren in which the movie is playing. i say to her that if she wants a better seat to come sit here and pat my lap. she scoots further down and tells me to come there next to her by jesturing her finger. my eyes say really and her eyes say yes. i get up and sit next to her and wake up.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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