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I was on holiday with my parents and we were in an airport. My friends walked past so i decided to talk to them a little bit. After i had finished talking to my friends, i turned around and my parents had just disappeared behind a corner, leaving me. I ran after them as i tried to find our gate and ended up in security. I had to push through quite a few people as my plane was departing in 10 minutes. I finally made it into the departure lounge but decided to talk around a few shops. As i did, when i tried exiting the shop i ended up in the front of the airport and had to go through the whole procedure again. On the second time though, there was a female air hostess who helped me pass through all of the problems. I had once again entered the departure lounge but this time i couldn't find my gate and ran around the whole 3 levels of the airport. When i reached my gate, it wasn't actually an airport gate. It was a small clear box with two elderly people sat outside. I ended up running along side a large group of people also trying to find the gate. I ended up missing my plane. As i was running up the stairs to a cafe, men behind me were singing 'Eye of the Tiger'. I sat in the cafe and had two of my dads pens. I decided to pick them up after i decided to make a move to find the next plane. Bare in mind i am 16.

I was fighting vampires with my two dogs and then death came and saved us from the vampires by killing them. then death very compassionately told me that my two dogs were going to die very soon. Death told me to walk away and he would take care of them. As I was walking into the house I saw death with my dead male dog and he was going to bury him. I came back out of the house afterwards and I saw my two dogs ghost and I started to cry because I did not want them to leave. I woke up crying for real.

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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