Recent dreams containing painting page 3

It’s in the middle of the mass and my mom tells me that she and my sister needed to go home to help paint the garage. Very shortly after, I get a call from my mom on my firefly cellphone that she and my sister were tied up to a pole by ninjas in black suits. I freak out and leave church and run straight home. I thought that it was weird that no one was home because my dad was painting. Being my young self, I got scared and do the only thing in the world that would make me feel calm again; play the Wii. I strapped on my Wii remote and started to play Wii bowling like I always did. I was almost done with my game when I heard a big knocking noise come from upstairs. It stopped eventually so I went back to bowling. Again, the knocking starts but this time it’s louder. I now turn off the T.V. and go to the steps. I walk a little bit up the staircase but then suddenly stop. I see my mom’s red high-heel shoes at the top of the stairs. They begin to walk like there is someone in them. I scream and run down the stairs and slam the door shut. The door opens so now I know there is some kind of ghost chasing me! I sprint out the house as fast as I could but still can’t get away from the shoes. I fall at the end of my driveway, sobbing. The red high-heels stand before me and the ghost is now hold items in multiple hands: a spray paint can, a brush, a baseball hat and a banana. I quickly try to call for help on my firefly phone but then the ghost suddenly kicked the phone out of my hand and crushed it with the heel. Next thing I know, all the items in it’s hand were thrown at my face. This is when I wake up.

I was staring at a painting and I saw my crush from the corner of my eye. I continued to stare at the paiting and noticed my crush getting closer. He ended up with his face right next to mine and I just stared at his side profile for a bit and then he turned to me. He walked over to the other side of me and I rest my head on his arm and grabbed it. We just stood there talking like that for awhile. My best friend came and started chatting with us. At one point of the dream he lifted his hand and asked me "can I hold your hand" and we held hands and stared at our fingers interlocked. We chattted for a bit and then I asked "why are we holding hands?" I was happy holding his hand and leaning on his arm but I asked because we weren't exactly dating in this dream. When he answered he did a little embarrassed laugh and said "do I have to explain" or something like that.

After swim practice we drove to pick up my mom. Group of old friends I joined. Jewish parents fed us pizza with ice cream. Donald Trump presidential candidate was there telling us which airplane to go on. Not the one with the pagans. he wrote a white letter on each painting in the kitchen. Girl cut me my nose was bleeding I wiped it off with white napkin. cousins. Kids having white wine

Painting a room

I woke up in Ross's apartment with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand, and I could hear Ross's xbox still going, but Ross was passed out with the controller still in his hand. I got up and started to stretch, when I heard something. Fast footsteps, but with slower, heavier footsteps behind them. The faster ones started to get even faster, until they were full out sprinting, but the heavier footsteps remained the same. Ross's apartement is in deep Osborne village, so it's normal to have people being loud at weird hours, but this time it was different. It sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever said, but you know how you learn your parent's footsteps before they come to your room? Or when someone enters your house and you know exactly who it is? The footsteps sounded like them. I hadn't heard them in so long. I carefully got up, making sure that Ross didn't wake up. I ran up the stairs, noticing that it was still dark outside, and got blinked a few times so that I could see. I found that the place was different at night – it looked more vintage. I tripped across the carpet, and a red light flashed in the reflection of a painting. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I looked closer to the red light in the reflection. I supposed that it was the reflection of the fire alarm, but then. Well, I heard a crash behind me, and when I turned around I felt myself being pushed to the ground, and a broken down pick-up truck, and I got pinned beteen the wall and the car. A girl walked out of the car, the same one, from the painting before. She walked up to me, trying to get out from between the car. She looked at me, in the eyes, I think, it was pretty dark, and then she lifted my chin. She mouthed the words, “I'm so sorry I had to do this” but I heard the words “16:00 408 HARBISON NEW.” And the 9 year old girl stroked my hair until I passed out.

I had a dream that an older mexican lady named Maria told me that spirits would start talking to me because of death and she was holding a painting and jesus was on it and half his face was red and she told me to pay attention to my painting because when jesus face was completly red he was here. what does my dream mean

Cutting up a painting of a woman with orange hair while repeatedly the Spanish word "catorce"

A woman, who was my neighbourhood friend as a child, told me that she had to paint a portrait of me as I looked now and that she was going to get painting lessons, but the portrait had first to be finished.

Glass painting shop

I went to the glass painting shop. I met three glass painting artists who were painting glasses. They told me I can go at night and paint something on a glass. If it is good, they will sell it, if not I can buy it.