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I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

I was in a forest in the fall all the leaves were gold and red at the entrance to a pathway in the forest there was a huge dream catcher made out of wood the dreamcatcher was beautiful and i knew it meant what lay ahead was a magical and mystical perhaps dangerous road there were three steps of a kind of elaborate decoration i knew by stepping in these steps i was opening myself up to magic and the mystical road ahead i was worried my sheikh might be upset with me for stepping in these footsteps i went on the path and started walking i met some native americans walking toward me wearing bearskin outfits and chanting incantations i became worried the incantations might effect me and started saying "i take refuge in allah from the accursed satan " and "in the name of allah the merciful the compassionate"

I dreamt that there was a house that was two story's high and it was all blue and white inside. The house and a hidden staircase in a coat closet and when you would open the door there would be a bright day of sunlight in your face than you would walk up a staircase to a few rooms with a kitchen and bedroom and patio. Everything on the patio was blue and white there was also a beautiful garden. This upstairs was always sunny and bright because whenever it was raining downstairs it was sunny and bright upstairs.

A family of flying people- they all have huge bird wings. Beautiful. There is a mom, a dad, two sons and a daughter who is in the middle. One son is very sporty kind the perfect man. The other is awkward and goth he isn't close to his family. I am the goth one in the dream. I fly the fastest and usually really far ahead while my parents fly together and my brother and sister goof (we are about 17). As in good I mean play wrestle in the sky- we get to a rocky barren palace with sharp daggers up and down- purple black jags and men try to hunt us down! It is scary! We have to climb and try to fly! U can't just fly away your wings have to work!

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