I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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Secret garden in grandmaw’s backyard. Afraid to see grandma’s dead body
My lectuer murdered my friend and I was the only one to witness it and I was afraid that he would murder me to even tho he was upset about it
I had a dream that my boyfriend who is in jail got out of jail. I was on the phone with his mother and she told me to come over and he was there. I saw him sitting there and I “passed out”. Then I just laid on the ground because I was so afraid to hug him since it has been 5 years and things are different. Then we went to his old neighborhood and hung with his friends outside but I never touched him not once. I was afraid to touch him and I was more so upset because he never called me to tell me he was home. Everything felt weird and like it was a new relationship. A lot of the time we weren’t around each other because he was trying to find a job or do something else. But it felt like he was avoiding me and I was so hurt.
I was wandering on a cruise ship and I found a secret room on the deck. Inside it, there was a beautiful but terrifying black panther. I looked at it in awe but was afraid of it so circled to the back of the room and the panther escaped out of the room and ran around the deck of the ship. The panther ended up mauling someone to death. The cruise ship security guards went searching for the guilty party who let the panther out of the room, but they did not catch me. I was able to lie my way through it and get away with everything, but I felt guilty and sad about the innocent person that died.
A white Tiger entered my bedroom, I was not afraid. A white Rabbit jumped on my bed then the Tiger chased the Rabbit
Me and a friend were standing outside near a parking lot near my sons school and a car rolled into a parking spot but did not have a driver. i noticed this and exclaimed "What if there is a bomb in that car" at which point the car exploded. I frantically began looking for my son. He appeared through the smoke walking towards me in only a diaper. He is eight. He was very afraid and would not let me go. In the dream I was shown a flashback of what had happened to him after the explosion. My son was saving people by dragging them and laying them all in a row one after another. At the head of the dead people he was placing the severed head of a white horse that he wore himself while dragging their bodies.
Last night I dreamt fighting with husband but I end up like I was praying for him casting evil spirit but it seems I was I afraid of him and my 11 yrs old boy came to help me I fought deeper in him praying harder I end up speaking in tongues and he started changing his head beaming a woman with long hair I fought with for a long time he seems to have power than me I could not hold himme I couldn't hold him any longer I left him but I kept on praying commanding what ever was making him to change until he was calm I end up seeing myself at work I saw two people came to me very happy giving me money lots of 200rand and 200rand and everyone followed to give me money but I was just worried I went to check mine at the bank only white paper came endless then I counted the money people gave me it was about 5000
Teacher picks me up by the arms and holds me in front of the class. He starts screaming mean things about me and I am afraid. He warns me that I don't want to know what he will do to me if I return. Suddenly I am in the hallway. I walk back to that classroom. He tells me that he warned me. He backed me into a corner and pulled out a knife.
Being afraid in my mothers house
I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money