Recent dreams containing hunting page 3

I am in a big, white house with my current boyfriend's family - but they aren't his normal family, they're just made up figures, and the house isn't his. The start of the dream is a little blurry, but I am finding clues and hunting around the house with my boyfriend. There are these little counters on the floor leading me around and eventually they lead out onto the patio to this pot plant. I lift up the pot plant and there are drugs hidden under there. No one seems surprised, but they are pleased and comforted that I found it. I know that they belong to my boyfriend's sister - however, in real life, he only has one sister and in this dream he had two. Anyway, then we have dinner together and it seems like it's going to be an impressive meal because the mum has been cooking for ages, but its actually McDonalds fries and some carrot and cucumber. Later on in the dream - I woke up and went to sleep again - I am at school, and for some reason my boyfriends sister is in the class (even though she is a lot older) and is introduced to everyone and they laugh. My boyfriend, sitting across the other side of the room, is red and very embarrassed. After class, I run to catch him and hug him and he is very sweaty. The next and final scene occurs in one of my real life classrooms, the sister is having trouble with school so I am helping her understand with the guidance of a teacher. I am labelling a diagram of a vagina, and we are disagreeing about where the clitoris is. I ask the teacher, but she disappears. She teacher tells me the sister might need 'magnetic glasses'. When I exit the classroom I look for my boyfriend, but cannot find him.

A stuffed eagle flew off a roof and went hunting. He found an otter and caught it, ripping it apart to have 3 babies drop out. Those babies quickly grew feathers

In my dream. I remember feeling like I was on American Gladiators. However, gladiators in the traditional sense. In fact, it was more like a televised, live version of the movie Saw with a studio audience. For some reason, I was unaware what I was getting myself into. I just remember getting that feeling like I was going to go on stage before a bigger crowd. Nervousness, yet at the same time pure excitement. We had some weird kind of physical challenges that I thought nothing of. It felt like a fun game show. However in the final rounds you had to kill your opponent. It was kill or be killed. Now that I am writing this out. it sounds super similar to the Hunger Games haha. However I remember winning the fight. It was difficult, it was often purely terrifying. I felt as if my limbs would not cooperate with how fast my survival instincts had to respond. Like you cant run fast enough. Or like in those movie scenes where they grab the protagonists legs as he runs up the stairs and pull him down just as he was about to get away. That feeling for a long time. I knew I was dreaming though, and I knew I could control it all. It was if I was hunting something out in my brain. I'm just trying to figure out what this could all mean. Could mean absolutely nothing too. Hlep.

My brother and i were going hunting for squirrels and my teacher tried to stop me but instead i shot him

Dream of house hunting with a unfamiliar man I a suit.

Anyways back to the dream. It started with me walking down the stairs of the “Red Barn”. From the outside, the house looked like a barn painted red with white trim. But on the inside, it looked like a regular house with a kitchen, 4 beds, 2 baths, and a tv that has no channels but a working vcr player. I walked out the front door and out into the cold morning air and squishy mud of Hedgepath. I looked around and saw my Dads forest green Jeep Wrangler though it was far less customized than it is currently. The driver door was open and my dad was leaning inside, dressed in his camouflage he wore while hunting. To the left, My Grandpas red Toyota Tundra, with the trunk hatch and window open. And leaning inside of the truck, none other than my Grandpa, wearing his flannel long-sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with mud splotches. He was checking his rifle to see if it was loaded. He looked great, far better than the last time i saw him. Just then i heard my Dad call to me and i woke up.

My dead grandpa and my father and i were hunting where we used to go when i was a child.

Running through the street hunting for my wife who was nowhere to be seen and there was a war starting

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