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My dreams starts of by me and

My dreams starts of by me and a friend of mine who is really into fitness sitting on the ground. We had just finished running. I didn't actually see us running in my dream but that's what it felt like. We had running shoes on and were covered in sweat. I live in a country kind of setting but this dream took place in a desert. We see a huge black and yellow/beige snake not too far from us. This snake doesn't slither like a normal snake. It's much faster. The snake jets off across the road and is gone in a matter of seconds. We decide that's enough for today and walk across the road to where his house is (not his actual house). I remember my wallet is on the table. This table was a random table in the middle of the desert. I ask him if he can help me get it and he doesn't really answer me.He grabs his mail out of the mailbox, walks into his house and shuts the door. I stand there for a moment then make my way to the table. I see the table ahead of me and clearly see my polka dot wallet on the table. It is the only thing on the table. The huge snake is directly under the table. I'm standing there shaking, scared and ready to cry. I hear a man behind me. I do not recognize this man but he offers to help get my wallet. The man is wearing a trench coat or rain coat. He makes his way to the table quietly and gently. He grabs it then walks to the middle of the road. The snake jets right to the man and wraps its self around him with out squeezing or hurting him. The man is not scared. I ask the man to give me my wallet. His face blurry I don't know if he looked at me or not. I can't remember. He takes my wallet, opens his trench coat and put my wallet inside his coat pocket. Then I wake up.

California was flooding, probably the entire U.S.

California was flooding, probably the entire U.S. The water kept rising higher, like waves, and we found all these flooded towns where people drowned. We were trapped on this hill and we didn't have a lot of time, my entire family was visiting. So we were together. My grandma and I were looking fir ways out when we found this family that had shot themselves, even the kids before the water could get there. The man had this card in his vest pocket that said This Is My Choice. I took the card to use if I decided to do the same. I knew we were going to die, and my Uncle had this gun. I didn't want to drown, it terrifed me, where's the only thing I was scared of shooting myself for was the water receding and me making the wrong choice. As I was debating, and my grandma told me it was my choice if I wanted to go through with it, that she wouldn't stop me, these hundreds of people came out of nowhere, walking towards us. To be honest we thought they were zombies, because what the hell thats our luck. So we started shooting. I took the gun and while i really didnt know how to shoot i did pretty well, and it was when they started dropping we knew they were human, because i was too unskilled to get a headshot. So we thought they were just trying to steal our home and supplies and remained on guard. Finally they convinced us they just wanted shelter until the end, and we let them stay on the worn out bus we had. I was there with them protecting the kids and still trying to decide rather to shoot myself or not, and that was like the tenth time i had put the barrel to my temple and put it down when these little girls ask me not to shoot myself. I laugh hysterically and say " do you have any idea how many of you i just slaughtered? And you're asking me to stay alive? Why?" And before they could answer i thought "Leigh Ann" and burst into tears. The girls asked what was wrong and I said that I was going to die here and never said goodbye to the person who Was always there for me, that i loved her like a sister and now she was probably dead. I kept trying to call you, because some. There were towers that were still working, so I tried to get signal, to warn you, hoping maybe you had a chance in Texas, tell you I loved youand thanks for everything, but i couldn't get through my phone rebelled, and just kept playing recordings of us talking, which made me cry harder, and The kids tried to comfort me while the gun fell beside me on the seat. Then i woke up.

Was watching a cougar and hawk fighting.

Was watching a cougar and hawk fighting. Opened door to video tape, and the cougar grabbed my wrist in its mouth. I gave him a ham sandwich that was in my pocket, so he let go.

I continually dream lately that I am

I continually dream lately that I am in a position where I need my cell phone, and I can't find it. There are other cell phones in my pocket, but they are not mine. This has been going on for about a week. There are also people from my past in these dreams. Not sure how to interpret this.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.