Recent dreams containing sting page 6

Well i dreamt about my friends who betrayed me this week. I dreamt the guy had a lot of different girlfriends and i met one that was "secret". I also made out with him at some point. The other one was just background character but somehow always there. I ended up going into some house with them and others like a temple house where we fought off some snakes and snuck around a beast. But at the exit a manticore appeared the face of a man with cat features, cat ears and fur lined face and body of a lion with a small mane. It went for the others and hid away behind some furniture. I hid behind some overturned chairs i was the last one. It was saying something to me idr what but it affected me. Maybe taunting me of something. It spotted me swiped twice at my hiding spot. I stood up holding a chair in front of me so scared. I picked up a broken chair leg and the next time it lunged, i lunged. I stabbed the leg into its neck as hard as i could and push it in a bit twisting it and we both fell back. It looked at me with anger and surprise and in a way like it was proud. Everyone was there but i left them. I escaped that place through a secret elevator with just one of the backstabbing friends. But i never felt right the entire dream.

I seen this house down on the river an some guy was posting it for sale he was putting the for sale sign nailing it to a tree it was only 7000 dollars an this house was at atleast worth 300'000 so after that we went up the hill an in the field there was cows giving birth everywhere you look

Arresting

In my dream Trump was on trial for treason and was protesting that his jailers did not supply him with enough adult diapers. Jared and Ivanka had fled the country ahead of arrest by President Biden and had taken refuge in Russia. There they planned a great semenancy ritual intended to exert sodomic mind control power over the American public while the nation was weakened by the pandemic.

My granddaughter arm wrestling with her ex partner. she lost and was boasting that he won

Dream Christmas Eve 2019: Background: I plan on buying a particular used model of a BMW next year. I have a friend named Todd who works on the ocean and visits once or twice a year, he is not here at this time. The Dream: I saw the model car that I want to buy, it was white and I do not want a white car but this had everything else I wanted. The owner let me take it for a ride by myself. Prior to giving me the keys he said “The salesman told me, 'Whatever you do, don't push the static electricity button.” I drove off and really enjoyed the ride. Apparently I did push the static electricity button (as I found out later in the dream). The car ran fine for me and I returned it to the owner and also, apparently, we swapped our shoes with each other for awhile. The next scene I was in a place I would describe as an auditorium. The owner of the car came up to me and we started to swap shoes (I remember that I found that disgusting as I would not want to actually wear someone elses shoes). As we were exchanging shoes he said, “Why did you do it?” I said, “Do what.” He replied, “Push the static electricity button.” I had no answer but told him I would pay to fix it. He said that he had already done that and it was still running poorly and that the car was talking to him. In this scene the previously faceless owner was now my friend Todd. I woke up.

I had an interesting dream that H and I were driving to pick up a friend for school and before we got there, when we were turning out of the alley we hit black ice. Which made us run into a car. So me and H were getting out of the car when another car hit us in the back of the car and my leg got stuck in between the dash board and seat. H got out safely but cars kept ramming into the car and I was trying to still get my leg out. All of a sudden a car hit the side and my leg came off.

Biting on a neck feeling the skin break and tasting warm blood.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I dreamedy daddy was molesting me and then it turned into a demon raping me in my ass and i woke up wit a sore ass the next morning.