Recent dreams containing age

My estranged daughter was sleeping in my house in bed that is not mine, her ex wearing all white was walking upstairs to join her. Older alienated granddaughter was in my bed with the kitten ( I was going to get her a cat should she come to live with me). Younger granddaughter that is very ill stayed at their house with the nurse. Also in my garage 2 very old cars that belong to tgem

My estranged daughter was sleeping in my house in bed that is not mine, her ex wearing all white was walking upstairs to join her. Older alienated granddaughter was in my bed with the kitten ( I was going to get her a cat should she come to live with me). Younger granny that is very ill stayed at their house with the nurse. Also in my garage 2 very old cars that belong to tgem

i dreamt about shroud of turin and was to mail to Jerusalem explaining to my son the location I ended up in Jerusalem looked like a small village of later times. Arriving at a shack I met two men that explained they only had beans and potatoes. I would make a soup when they put some meat on the table which I believe was lamb. Stepping outside I see a Jeep truck with 3 wheels (white) arrive Jesus driving got off and walked towards me. He was wearing all white very thin material brown sandels

Image of a black dress

My Friend and I were stealing cars in a small village in winter time. In a gravel parking lot with a few old cars. We needed a car so we snuck around trying to steal one.

okay... So I was very freaked out by this dream. I'm not depressed... At least I don't think so... But in my dream i was in a white room with no furniture or doors I couldn't actually see the walls but i could tell it was a huge room. I was standing there pointing a gun at my head and I kept pulling the trigger but it never fired. Yet the sound of a gun was loud in my head even though it was also silent (Idk if that even made sense) this goes on for ages. just me repeatedly pulling the trigger with the gun pointed to my head. my eyes looked so lifeless like they were made of glass. Then after a while I stop and I just stand there... for what seems like hours I'm just staring at nothing. Then I slowly point the gun so that it looks like its aimed in front of me and I shoot. then everything goes black. I woke up this morning with the most intense headache... like i had been shot

My brother committed suicide at the age of 17 in 1971. I dreamed last night that he came into my home following my younger brother. He was wearing the same clothes he died in: jeans, boots & a white t shirt. I kept trying to ask him where he has been all of these years (knowing he was dead). He wouldn't answer me...Just stood there almost like a robot, but gave off an odd sense of a chemical...I thought he smelled like embalming fluid he was not though, but the body was too destroyed to do so). My younger brother turned to door and as he was leaving, I kept telling him to wait that I wanted to see & talk to my late brother. My younger brother walked out the door say "he doesn't communicate." I work up then, but was so disturbed by this. One thing that stuck out the most was that my late brother's t shirt was a very dazzling white...almost blinding...I thought this must mean something for sure.could you please give me your opinion?

I was at the school in Goodridge, school was over and I was walking to my car. There was a car parked next to mine so i couldn’t see my car very well, when the car pulled away, I saw a middle-aged man standing by the driver side door, (the back door on the drivers side of my car doesn't always lock), he tried that door and when he opened it he looked up at me and quickly got in, climbing into the front seat as his young kid got it the drivers side, I ran to my car, opened the passenger door, reached in, and I didn't think I could stop him, so I grabbed his kid, thinking that would stop him but it didn’t he drove off in my car while I held his four year old boy who didn’t seem to care that his dad had just left him.

I walk towards the entrance of a forest. It has a raised mud wall (waist-high) on either side leading up into the forest, like a pathway, and looks as though a gate should be there. Sitting right at the 'entrance' is an old, dishevelled and unshaven man behind a large desk. I approach and greet him, then drift past him, walking along the mud walls, when I see two corpses and two dead dogs lying along it. The men are in a late stage of decomposing. The dogs are lying on their backs with their legs thrown up in the air as though they have been electrocuted. Immediately, I suspect the 'gatekeeper' of their murder. I turn and ask him whether he killed them, both men and dogs, and he says that no, this is how he found them upon arriving there at dawn. I tell him that we can't leave them here this way as it's too disturbing a sight and suggest we put them away. We wrap each corpse in black bin-liners and I help him carry the dogs to some shrubs, but I tell him I feel too disgusted to carry the men, as they are humans

We had newsboys and horsestrawn carriage