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red roses at a funerals
There was a woman with her children
There was a woman with her children living with us. She was quiet and her children were pleasant. One day my husband brought her 5 red roses. I was so happy for her, I said how sweet, what a nice thing to do. The. I remembered, wait a minute that is my husband. Why is he giving you roses? I tried to catch up with him to confront him,but couldn't. Then I asked her again why is he giving you roses? She said I don't know. I believed her, but I was furious and didnt know what to think or how to handle the situation. I never was able to confront him. He ignored me said nothing and just went to work.
me and my friend sam were at
me and my friend sam were at her house she seem frustrated and stressed and argued with me even yell to like a spoiled bitch cause I did not do her makeup right of purple glitter eye shadow after We all went to this art gallery and demonic witch swan holding hands walking down a path daisy's and pink roses twilight bright moon
I dreamed, for some reason, that i
I dreamed, for some reason, that i was hanging out with Mary Anne. We got into a collision at the local Safeway, that was the fault of another driver. I was driven into the sidewalk. It wasn't a large deal, though the drive hit-and-ran, driving off into the distance. Five or six police officers pulled up, and they detained me for a long time, running me through many questions. While they questioned me, I began to believe my car would be towed. I kept asking them to let me move it, because it was holding up traffic. They wouldn't let me move the car, and eventually, when my head was turned, the impounded the car and drove it off to the impound lot. I whined that I didn't have the $500 to get the car back, and as consolation, Mary Anne took me to her home. This home was in a trailer park, apparently, and we sat down for a minute. Suddenly, we began to cuddle, and I unfastened the straps of her dress, revealing her naked back, as well as long sleeve tattoos on either arm, full of roses and dragons, in a design that seemed to move towards her apparently rather large and full breasts.She bent down in front of my and my cock hardened. Looking back at me, she said "if we do this, you have to know that this isn't sexual or romantic." I knew she implied it was a ritual, a magical rite. I didn't know what I should do, but I wanted to fill her with my penis right there, that moment. So I nodded and agreed. I removed her skirt, and was about to turn her around to view her breasts, when a ring came on the doorbell. Rather scared of being caught, Mary Anne jumped up, slipped all her clothes on, and threw a blanket over me. It was a blanket from my house, orange and black. As she talked with an elderly, female neighbor, I tried to put on my pants. At first I had some difficulty, until I put my right foot into one pant leg and woke up.
Ihad a dream last were i had
Ihad a dream last were i had the most beautiful red roses growing in my flower garden ,they wre so vibrant,i good touch them ,they wre so fresh and lots of them i had a garden full. TheyWERE ALL A DEEP RED IN COLOUR.
friend with red roses
1697 - There is a feeling blackness
1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.