Recent dreams containing kept page 14

There was a storm and a big wave kept flooding my home. I then had to avoid being swept into a psychiatric hospital and then my dad came and drove me away with my dogs

I was driving a car thru water that was over the u ceiling of the car. I kept pushing the gas peddle. It kept going through the water. It stalled only I 've when I let up from the gas peddle. As long as I pressed the has peddle it kept going. There was a girl with me, I don't know who. I finally made it thru the water and rice up a hill to a trailor. I know the place in real life but have never been there. I used to be a nurse, so I was wearing a nursing uniform. I came to realize I was renting this trailer with another girl who was a nurse and left when I got there. The girl with me was wanting to leave.I used to be a drug addict. All I was doing after getting to the trailer was counting my drugs. I would lose them then find them and I couldn't organize my clothes.

My best friend and I went out to lunch where my crush works and we ran into him, he was working, he then sat down with us and him and my best friend just kept talking to eachother and ignored my presence and did not even talk to me, I then went to the bathroom to get away and when I came back I caught them making out and I was crying and everything.

Okay... So I was very freaked out by this dream. I'm not depressed... At least I don't think so... But in my dream i was in a white room with no furniture or doors I couldn't actually see the walls but i could tell it was a huge room. I was standing there pointing a gun at my head and I kept pulling the trigger but it never fired. Yet the sound of a gun was loud in my head even though it was also silent (Idk if that even made sense) this goes on for ages. just me repeatedly pulling the trigger with the gun pointed to my head. my eyes looked so lifeless like they were made of glass. Then after a while I stop and I just stand there... for what seems like hours I'm just staring at nothing. Then I slowly point the gun so that it looks like its aimed in front of me and I shoot. then everything goes black. I woke up this morning with the most intense headache... like i had been shot

My brother committed suicide at the age of 17 in 1971. I dreamed last night that he came into my home following my younger brother. He was wearing the same clothes he died in: jeans, boots & a white t shirt. I kept trying to ask him where he has been all of these years (knowing he was dead). He wouldn't answer me...Just stood there almost like a robot, but gave off an odd sense of a chemical...I thought he smelled like embalming fluid he was not though, but the body was too destroyed to do so). My younger brother turned to door and as he was leaving, I kept telling him to wait that I wanted to see & talk to my late brother. My younger brother walked out the door say "he doesn't communicate." I work up then, but was so disturbed by this. One thing that stuck out the most was that my late brother's t shirt was a very dazzling white...almost blinding...I thought this must mean something for sure.could you please give me your opinion?

I had an interesting dream that H and I were driving to pick up a friend for school and before we got there, when we were turning out of the alley we hit black ice. Which made us run into a car. So me and H were getting out of the car when another car hit us in the back of the car and my leg got stuck in between the dash board and seat. H got out safely but cars kept ramming into the car and I was trying to still get my leg out. All of a sudden a car hit the side and my leg came off.

It was always in black and white, and always in the same really old house. I would be standing in the entry way looking up the stairs, and as I started going up the stairs would creak really loudly which scared me so I would go up faster. The upstairs of the house was really empty and dirty, and as I looked through each room I kept hearing creepy noises coming from the basement. One of the rooms upstairs had an empty baby cradle in it. I go back downstairs and look through the kitchen and see that it looks like someone lives in the house. At this point I try and leave the house but I can’t get out. I hear the noise from the basement again and this time it sounds like a man saying my name, so I go and look. I get to the basement and see a guy that I know down there, and he says my name again but his voice is different. He started running towards me so I panicked and ran back upstairs and try to get out of the house again but I can’t get out, and he catches me and as he grabs my arm I wake up.

I was in my apartment building hanging out with my friends then out of nowhere they all just disappeared and I was alone. After a bit of walking down the hall I realized that the hallway just kept going like it was an endless hall but at the end of the hall there was a staircase. I tried running to it but the distance never changed between me and the stairs. Once I got tired of trying to reach the stairs I closed my eyes to rest them but when I opened them again there was a demon in front of me, I froze in fear but was still able to blink and slightly breath. And every time I blinked there would be one more demon surrounding me. That kept going until there was eight of them around me. Then little by little they kept creeping closer and closer until they were a foot away, and then they started clawing at me, and biting me trying to kill me. And once they killed me I would just respawn back at where I started and all my memories of what just happened disappeared. This dream would keep coming back I go to sleep the next night and every time I had it, I got a little farther to pushing past the demons but never was able to reach the end.

I was standing on a dock by a small lake. There was a pile of wood in the canoe tied to the dock. I kept trying to split the wood in the canoe but every time I swing the axe the boat just dips down into the water and the log slips away. A woman comes out and laughs at what is going on. Then we go to the fair.

I was with my sister and we were on the set of the movie Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. There was one bad character who tried to lure us into his truck with candy. He kept us outside of his truck and was going to kill us. My dad was there but he seemed very calm. He didn't look at us or help us when we were being killed.