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I had a dream in which there was a dangerous creature in front of me but I knew I was safe from it. But there was a man behind me, whom I considered my ally and he firmly pulled me away from the creature with his right arm, his hand was placed on my chest and he was touching me on the middle of my torso with curiosity. I took his hands into my own just to observe his hands. His hands were very masculine, squarish, big and beautiful. The man didn't mind me gently holding and looking at his hands so I looked at them for a long time.

I saw a dream where my marriage was arranged with my colleague at office by the families. But I had feelings for someone else this whole time. But I didn't express my love to him though we both had a connection. Thus the wedding preparations of that of me and my colleague progressed and likewise the person I loved had his marriage fixed on the same day as mine. On the marriage day my wedding with my colleague was called off as I couldn't forget my love and and went in search of the man I loved to his wedding only to realise he has called off his wedding and was coming in search of me.

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.

In my dream a number of my siblings were home and there was not enough sleeping space, I was angry and I went to sit outside and all of a sudden my mother and my 2 sisters were now sitting with me and now a man who is claimed to be a fake prothet passed and he stopped where we a sitting and a young girl also so the man was speaking about his powers and the girl accused my mother of witchcraft and the prothet agreed to it and we said to him prove it that she is a witchcraft so he did something and my mother started going crazy and he never stopped the situation I scoled him but he did nothing until I visited my uncle who is a healer and he told me to tell my father that I should look for james only him and me should look for james and I don't know this james but seems like he had something to do with my father and james presence was going to solve the problems

In my dream I saw that I was in the current job that I was working past years it was like I was with my brother and I received a phone call from my nephew he was complaining to me to say he has not been working since days now and there is nothing to eat for him so after that I encouraged him that don't worry everything will be okay then I behold seeing three people bringing their brother to some people of shrines they started saying that we want our brother to suffer we want him to be miserable we want him not to be having money and those which doctors that are doing some rituals on him and they said he'll be having headache each time he thinks so I will seems like I was going in taking that person out from that line taking outside when I do that it will looks like he is still inside and take him outside the inside take him bring him outside then the last time they said do it no more for it is done so I started seeing that man immediately wake up from that line and he became exactly like as they were saying the man became miserable was looking like a mad person and the man started feeling headache as he was thinking and he touched in his pocket there was just a thin culture which is tired apart in his started crying in the way I am a families and he thought that my family's at the funeral then he started going there and finally I went to place which looked like a an antihil and I started preparing some wood so that I may make a fire then I worked up

I was at the pier in st Augustine with my ex crush that I still like but we saw like all of this garbage but it was like broken toys and water guns and just old kids stuff pretty much and didn’t think anything of it and we left and then I went back a little later by myself and I was picking up the garbage and this scary man came up and picked up one of the water guns but then it all of a sudden was a real gun so I hid behind a concrete post but he could see me so I kept ducking to hide and he was talking to himself so he was distracted and forgot I was there and then I saw my different ex boyfriend from a distance walking towards me and I waved at him to stop him and the man heard him coming so he started yelling at me and then Holden turned into a cop and was trying to get him to drop the gun and telling me sneak away slowly and then I heard a gun shot and I woke up and I was terrified cause I don’t know who got shot

Dreamt I had a son named Carson ( I don’t have a son named. Arson only in this dream. Blonde blue eyes 9/10 years old 5ft was in a plane to see if he got off ok for his flight then went missing then he was a few rows down with a man in a airforce uniform then man wearing glasses not old but not young says to me Carson is his son I took him away from the man and went to the back of the aircraft to talk to cabin crew then the plane taxied to the runway I was freaking out how am I going to get back home.. Carson sitting in last row then two woman sitting opposite the one took magazine out the pocket of the seat and it was her on the cover wearing a yellow dress with some kinda crown

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