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I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

I was at some kind of party in the dream. Me and my friends, Michaela, Kenzie, and two people I didn’t know were in some kind of stick shift convertible going to the party. My parents were there. My teachers were there. And this one girl who always dresses with almost no clothes was there. There were a bunch of random people too. But the party was at my grandparents on my dads side house that I’ve basically grew up in. My youngest sister was there too but she wasn’t like everybody else. She was the only one who was older in the dream than she is in real life. Me and my sister were in the living room at the party. Every time I have this dream there is a crown or some other object that appears and disappears. When my sister got on the couch with me it appeared and when she got off of the couch it disappeared. I told her and she smiled and ran and told her friend and my parents. I went out side with her and my parents looked at me weird. I was the only one talking in the dream. Then while I was outside I started looking with the people I came with in the convertible. I found everyone in the basement of the house with other people dancing. I talked to my friends and she ran out a door that led through a small hallway and then outside. This door and hallway isn’t in the house in real life. I go out the same way to find her and she’s gone. For some reason I had a mouth full of the blue and red capsules of ibuprofen. I spit them out in a trash can and bump into a girl that I didn’t get along with in high school, Emily. And then I wake up.

Recently I dreamed that my car was in the auto shop, & I was going to get it out. On the way there a guy gave me a ride & then invited me to attend his church. I said okay, & shortly after arriving at his church I discovered that a number of their church practices were what Christians call "false teachings". While I was there I also saw two young & very pretty girls who were both NAKED! This was not like any other dream of seeing naked people. Usually, I can't see much, but this time I got a PERFECT VIEW of them! Then when I went to the restroom I discovered that there was no door or even walls. I had to be naked in front of a bunch of people, but was not bothered by it! Not the usual for me. After that, someone told us that we had to get rid a lot of trash that was in the church. There was a lot of paper trash shoved underneath a table & it took a while to get it all. Next we had to clear out a lot of metal trash. We managed to fill a huge, huge trash bin. I left with the idea that since that church taught a lot of false doctrine, that they might also be abusing people too (think Waco & David Koresh)! I also thought I might should bring things to the attention of law enforcement, but doubted that it would do any good. Then I got a call from my mom (deceased by the way) telling me that my dad (also deceased) had been out riding my sisters bicycle (trashed decades ago) when he got hit by a train. The train people offered to get the bicycle fixed & my mom needed me to pick it up at a (different) auto shop. So I went there & found the manager in his office kissing his secretary. The secretary had removed her shirt, & once again I saw everything! Afterwards, I got the bike to my parents who were staying in a small, slightly run-down place provided by the bicycle insurance company. I woke up before I could get my car or get back to those pretty (& naked) girls. I should also mention that I am 65 & retired.

After being given a tour of a work place and abusing the free Nescafé at the surprise and shock of my friend Rebecca, we decide to meet up with a friend outside. There are a lot of people moving outside so it is crucial to find each other later. Me and my sister? Go to pee. I ask her to text our third friend cause I can't find the number in my phone. We find a caravan settlement and my sister begins to rearrange their stuff because she thinks they trashed the place by dumping trash . The man is mad when he discovers this. My sister ends up working for him and cutting off the horns of a bull as a gift to him. The horns turn out to be full of gold. We get to keep the second one. The man and his wife are like our parents now.

I was at summer camp kind of like my own, and there was a narrator talking about how my favorite parks and rec character died. and Jerry's family didn't love him. so they were showing Ron Swanson to get more cardboard and he's reaching into the dumpster, while a narrator says that the person died in a stupid way and then Ron falls in the dumpster and i realize that its Ron who died and then it fast forwards and it turns out that it was a trash compacter and then there is a scooper with Rons compacted Body in it and his wife Diane is Slightly sad. Then i remember thinking that i was going to text all my friends that the new season of park sand rec sucks.

My family and I riding on a bus and gets pulled over by cop. Freaking out cause we don't want any trouble. Stand on the side of a road in a big city. Gypsies come out of a building speaking little English. They point at my dress and hair and say they like it. I point at a gypsies hair of dreads and say I like them and show her my dreads. I have beads on my dreads. I turn around and no one is there but a couple of other people from the bus and I'm holding a much younger version of my daughter. I look at the side of a trash can, and see Seoul city and that's where I am. Go across the street with the other people from bus and see and alley we can cut through. We see a man with half a blue face digging through trash and try to find our way out since he's about to attack us. Go to run and get lost between 100 story buildings and now I am in a maze of 1 room apartments with dangerous people. Find a room with a window and I step on a squeaky toy and a guy comes to hurt me and my daughter. Another man shows up and tazes him so I push my daughter out the window then myself, jump a fence and am in green patures.

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