Recent dreams containing journey

I met a man, introduced to me by a friend last night. The kind of guy im instantly attracted too. Strong stature, good looking, in command of himself, confident. The remainder details are unimportant because they are reflective of why i am drawn to him and this kind of guy. The dream, after a night out drinking. The first in a very long time. We were in a car together, he was driving. I sensed a snake under his seat almost like under the stuffing he was sitting on, like there was a damaged hole in the seat directly under him. He asked me to help him get rid of the snake while he continued to to drive but as i lifted the cushioning from between his legs it revealed a nest of baby snakes. I informed him and he asked me to get rid of them. So i poked them gently with a stick and one by one they all slithered off and disappeared. It was left that the immediate danger was over however the car would need to be cleaned to rid us completly of the snakes and to be safe. My interpretation of the dream. He has multiple sexual issues that need to be addressed gently and guided out of his life but he needs help with it. He wants to continue on his lifes journey without change or disruption but is wise enough to ask for assistance and completly trusts me to release those issues. There is heavy symbolism here. I did not look at any media or connection with snakes in a couple of days, possibly a week or more. And no nest of babys So nothing in my direct memory. It is clearly connected with this guy and his need and the dream seems more focused on his need to go on his personal journey without hinderance and hes asked me to assist him to do that. To what extent i travel with him isnt clear.

I was at the train station and got on a really weird looking train. At first I was looking for a place to sit and eventually I found one. Then in the distance I saw my two friends from university but I was kind of sleepy but still got up and went to them. We were talking and then at one stop one of them went somewhere and I was alone with the other one. And we carried on the journey together.

Waiting for a journey along with bag in a dream

I was blocked by furious dirty water moving and I managed to skip them and carried on with my journey of going home

I was in my old neighborhood the one I grew up in in the trailer court. My family disappeared suddenly all leaving me and driving off. I was stuck there and the house started sinking in the quick sand my family had left without me. My best friends boyfriend, Trevor, showed up on a bike and told me to get in the bike trailer and we peddled away. His bike broke down in the parking lot of this hotel not too far away from where my place was. Trevor tried to fix it but it was taking him a long time because he kept finding electronics on the ground and was dismantling them assuring me he knew what he was doing. my best friend April showed up in a taxi cab and told me to get in and yelled at Trevor for not having his bike properly fixed up to make the journey and she told him don't even come back until you got it fixed. We got home and Her mom was in the front yard staring at an apple tree with giant apples the size of a human being. she said that use to be my tree untill the flood moved the seeds and it started growing just outside my fence. Then I said imagine if one of those apples fell on your head as you walked by. Then I woke up

I dreamt my boyfriend came back from his journey.But on coming back he was with his brother who seemed interested in me,my boyfriend talked to me alittle and started concentrating more on his phone which made me feel bad Then after I saw we had a plan of meeting up my parents but still my boyfriend was not caring and his brother seemed to be much more into me .

Meeting friends along the road on a journey

I had a dream Cardi C was chasing after me on a pink bicycle. He was singing, but I don't remember the song. He chased me until the sun came up, all the way to the beach, where the water looked gray, and a bit violent. It was a dead end, and I said, "Fine! I'll go with you! (on some sort of journey, which I was afraid of, because for some reason, I had thought, like in the book, Melmoth the Wanderer, if I agreed, I'd be damned for eternity.) Soon after a huge wave came and swept us back to my house (which didn't look like my house).

Me and the guy ive been dating for a little under 3months were hanging out. We stopped by his place and he's doing what he's doing im looking around and i see loads of pictures of him n the same girl. Family pictures. Then the girl from the pictures using a key walks through the door. She calls for the guy and sets to make ouy with him but he stops it and asks what shes doing. He grabs his stuff and leads me back to the car, in silence. We don't say a word to each for thw rest of the journey

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.