Recent dreams containing hook page 11

I woke up from a nightmare. I was half asleep when my friend tried to hook up with me or take advantage of me while I was asleep. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a video camera. I take it out of their hand and throw it. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and freak out about what happened. I try to make myself fall back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out from my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.

Me and this kid brandon were hanging out and when i went to say bye we shook hands and then we kissed but it was just a tap on the lips, we're both boys

Guy I hooked up with

I was fishing at the fish creek. My cousin Lashonda and her children along with her dead husband came to the same fish creek. There was other people at the fish creek with us. I caught a catfish and Lashonda's dead husband took the fish off the hook and put the fish in my face. I told him to stop playing then I woke up from my dream. He seemed so alive in my dream.

Hooks screwed into palms

Hooks screwed into my palms

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

My father was suspended from the ceiling on hooks and tracks

That my father and boss were both in uniforms and shook hands

I hooked a fish on a line but when i tried to take out the hook it screamed in pain and another fish was inside it and when i tried to release it that screamed in pain to ..and the next..then i woke up.