Recent dreams containing patch page 7

I was driving at night up a hill behind two other cars, each driven by friends. A leopard reached into each car, one at a time. When it was in mine, the leopard was docile and loving until it felt rejected. It then lashed out at me. I was able to rid myself of the leopard and called the police and spoke to a female dispatcher. The dispatcher was dumbfounded that I would see a leopard.

I had a dream last night where I noticed a big huge bloody patch on my pants very noticable

I was on a treasure hunt, not the mystical fantasy kind, just and everyday one really. I was with a group of 17/18 year olds that I do not know, but I think I recognize. However, I defiantly know one of them though. She's this girl who's practically my big sister, and has always looked after me. I'm only 14, so I was the baby of the group, and was very much treated like that. It was day time, but dark and cloudy. I remember at one point I was in a big, dark, almost empty arcade that from the outside looked like a library. But all the games were for Xbox and i'm useless at Xbox games. There was this angry Chinese lady wearing a green kimono, who was forcing me to play these games, but for some reason I was absolutely terrified. I also remember at some point an old friend of mine passing in the background. However, this person was never a close friend, more of an acquaintance. Then I left the game arcade and everyone had left me. I know I vaguely recognize the place from real life somewhere, but not very well, so I was lost. I remember feeling terrified of being lost and alone. After that it started raining. I was so desperate to find a safe place that I just walked in a random direction hoping to find somewhere. I ended up in a park that now I think about it, is quite similar to a park near where I live (bushy park). I know something happened after that but I can't really remember. All I remember was at some point being in this grassy area with a few trees and seeing a gate that I needed to get to, because it had started raining VERY heavily. However there was a sort of swamp blocking my way, that was filling up with water, fast. There was a long trail of branches in the middle that I thought I could walk over to get to the gate. I'm still not sure why this gate was so important, but I know in the dream it was very very important for me to get to it. I think I remember walking across the logs the other way when I was entering the park and I did it fine. But this time was more difficult because of the rain and the rising water. I started to walk across it, but I didnt want to fall in in case my clothes got wetter than they already were, so I decided to scoot along on my butt and only get my legs wet. However, that didnt make any difference as the branches started sinking so when I got to the middle I was practically swimming. but I still carried on because I NEEDED to get to that gate. I finally got to the other side and stood on a clear patch of grass. I looked back at what I had just put myself through and noticed a dad and his son (who looked about 4) just watching me. They didnt do anything, just watched. Im not sure if anything else happened, but I think I woke up after that (at about 3am!)

I was looking in the mirror and went to pop a blackhead and pulled an slug out with a patch of black hair.

Finding bald patches

Member of family wearing an eye patch

I was in a big apartment. In a huge block of flats. Many rooms, all spacious and full of light. And there were many people in the apartment. I didn't recognise the faces but I somehow knew they were all my relatives. Brothers and sisters of my grandparents, aunts and uncles, some very distant cousins. In the rooms there were also many... pigs. Not those little ones like pets but regular, big, fat pigs. With different colours. Some pinky, some with big dark patches. They were running around, me with them, having lots of fun touching them and stroking. They were very clean and I was playing with them as you normally play with dogs. But at the same time I was thinking that an apartment is not the best place for them and I was a bit afraid they'd make lots of mess there. So, I decided: we need to go outside. Me, all my relatives (lots and lots of people I'd never seen before), all the pigs, an incredible crowd, all together! That wasn't very easy. The apartment was very hight (10th floor, maybe more) and all at once we wanted to take elevators, stairs, any possible ways out. The chaos was impossible! I took the stairs as I didn't want to wait ages for the elevator. At last: all out! It was beautiful outside... Lots of sunshine. Many vivid colours. Summer probably. I didn't know the place at all.

I saw someone showed me some blood patches on the floor

I've been in heat for days So I will hunt down some female game [2] And I'll wait in the blind until morning so I can make a shoulder shot On the land and on the sea decay lies in wait The creature must die Die A yearling hind gets on its legs It had been sunning itself in the high reeds It's making good tracks deep in the fir forest It's rump patch shines, I begin to bake The tail whips like a finger eel The shotgun jumps from its case Good hunting I brush the velvet from the horn And give it a medium sight Good hunting On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait The creature must die Good hunting Die Good hunting It feels the muzzle energy Fine blood drops onto its knee On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait The creature must die Good hunting Die Good hunting On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait Good hunting On the land and on the sea Good hunting

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.