Recent dreams containing orange page 16

I closed my eyes and saw a red strand that became several red strands spreading out like cracks in a wall. My eyes followed one that spiraled and went in various directions leading to something odd. It seemed like a sun rise or explosion pulsing through cracks that slightly enveloped me into the light. It went from red to bright white to orange and than I saw a face. Two eyes, nose, mouth, small ears and a smile that was odd and sent a sensation or shivers through my body. And than it faded away, all of it.

Okay so I was locked in a room with two christmas trees and two other people in the room with me. We are all girls. The dream took place in Russia. The man who captured us was outside in another home and he was violent and scary. Fast forward. At one point me and the two other girls were trying to escape. The man was on the outside trying to keep us in while we were fighting back. At one point i discovered a window that was right next to what was going on and I opened it. Then it fast forwards and the man is standing under it in water. We start pouring a orange liquid kind of like soap all oveer his face and he starts to drown and the next thing you know he turns into a little Chinese boy slowly floating to the bottom of the water with the orange stuff covering his face but you could hear him screaming.

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I was held hostage with a group of people. We had burnt faces and bodies. Our looks weren't of importance to us. We were each given an orange tabby cat who also was burnt. We were expected to have sex with it. The cats had huge genetalia like humans. We realized we were drugged and part of an experiment. We ran away

In my dream there was a black & orange snake as my friend was laying on a bed I was trying to kill the snake but it was fast then it try to inbed itself in my foot

There was orange carpet in my grandmas room

An orange and black striped spider my mom kills it

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

An orange and black striped spider chasing me

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