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I am standing at a music festival. There are many people there and I am in the back of the crowd, alone. I feel as though I am in some type of trance because I am so focused in on the music, but I cannot remember what the music sounded like. I feel relaxed and free, like this is the only place I should be at that moment. It is a dark night, and it looks like the festival is in the middle of a desert. I look at the stage and see neon lights of various colors. I look up and there are a few stars. I keep thinking that the name of the band or the name of the music festival is “electric trees.” I happen to somehow make eye contact with one of the band members and when I do, the crowd immediately splits and I find myself standing in the middle, alone. In a flash I am standing with two members of the band, both of which are men, and we are on a cliff. Nothing is said, but I am not scared. Rather, I feel protected. The two men are dressed like classic rock band members. The one to my right has long, blonde hair and is wearing a scarf. The man to my left has short, brown hair and is wearing a vest. I lean over and hold on to each of their ankles as I look over the edge of the cliff. When this happens, I can see myself from above. There is a huge, wooden crate that is beneath the edge of the cliff that would catch anything that fell. I see the formation of how I am standing with the two men and I see us as an arrow that points up

I'm at a house party and I'm downstairs and there's people I know in one room. I go upstairs to go to the toilet and there are more people I know in another room. I'm wearing black pants and when I put the pack on after going to the toilet I put them on inside out, worrying that people I know will see me I try to go downstairs but I can't because there are people in the way. Then I can hear music and my mum shouts something like 'it's coming from the hotel', suddenly I'm at the disco at the hotel where I stayed on oldish at this year. It then changes to me being at the hotel, the other guests including my friend who didn't go on holiday there in real life, who was staying there for another week, saying goodbye to me and hugging me because my family is going home from the holiday. My friend is sat on one side of two blocks of chairs with an aisle in between, similar to that of a wedding an when they did a show on one of the last nights of my holiday. There is also this attractive boy who I can remember very well from where I went on holiday this year sat with his family, so I make sure that it is obvious to him I am leaving when I hug my friend and say goodbye. I then walk to the hotel reception where we check out, after a lot of waiting around, but I never see after we check out because my dream ends.

It's all black and white, everything. A stone sidewalk, with older cars buzzing through the streets. I look down to see polkadot fabric, and touch my hair to feel a neat up do adorning the back of my head. I'm walking down the stone sidewalk as I study the crumbling buildings around me. Suddenly I stumble upon a crowd gathered in the street. My eyes connect with a man across the way. Everything is black and white, except the mans red badge around his military jackets left arm, and his crimson red hat. He smiles and comes towards me. He begins to speak, but I can never quite catch what he's saying. His lips don't match any English words, and no matter how much I concentrate I can't quite make out the robotic, hushed English that fills my head. He suddenly grows flustered with me and storms off away and that's when I wake up, feeling depressed for weeks.

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