I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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I dreamt about manticore guarding my burned down neighborhood
My childhood friend and my brother seemed really excited and giddy, they lead me down the stairs and opened the door for me. Standing at my doorstep was a girl in a white dress with eyes of formless red fire. Her eyes were awful, they flowed out of her sockets and froze in the air like frozen blood. It was only for a split second but I remember the image very well.
Falling childhood home fires and uranus
Scene 1: at a light. 1 car in front of us. light with railroad track. one train went in front of us on the driver side straight. our light stayed red. not understanding why we couldn't go straight. then looked further ahead and saw another train going to the right in a turn position. (other side of the light.) staright train stopped. 1 more right in front. we were in between 2 tracks. front one had train go by. everyone's car shook but ours. all trains stopped and we went home. dropped off megan. then dropped me off. scene 2: walked in the house from back door. walked up the porch and in kitchen door. then i went into living room to set down mail. walked back into kitchen to get coffee.then i hear the back door handle jiggle. i turn around and a man walked in. hoping no one was home, we stood there and looked at me. then looked into the famiily room then back at me and astared at me. then i woke up?! man description: black, 5'6-5'9 weight:average male weight. not slim, not heavy. short black hair. small circle messy hair. blue jean colored blue jacket with zipper. zipped up just passed half way. black beanie. with jacket hood half pulled over. N-95 white face mask. dark colored shirt. (black or dark blue) man let me see memory from like 20 min ago. was being told he had to do it. wanted a reason to not do it when he walked into my kitchen.
It was so very vivid. I was on a balcony in what looked maybe Moroccan or Middle Eastern and I am surrounded by literally everyone I know and have ever met like even childhood friends I haven't seen in 20 years. Its broad daylight but we are counting down new years Eve but all of a sudden a big mushroom cloud in the distance and then another a little closer and then another until I finally amidst all the screaming I closed my eyes and said God I'm sorry for everything I've done and everything went gray and I genuinely felt this emptiness it was terrifying and then I woke up
I was walking through my neighborhood at night and this random girl I have pretty much never talked to before from my band class in school drove up next to me. she then drove me down to the beach and I talked about my depression with her.
I had this dream probably five years ago, but I remember it vividly, it felt very real at the time. I was back at my old house in Illinois on the driveway next to our house. It was summer, and my neighborhood was eerily quiet and I was alone when a shiny black limousine pulled up in front of my house. It had a little flag by its side mirror, representing some country and all the windows were completely transparent. I walked to see why the limousine was here or who it was, but when I looked through the windows, there was absolutely no one in the car. I was super creeped out and immediately ran inside and told my mom what I had seen and she said in a very strange manner, ” We are at war”.
I travel to my chilhood area in my dream
I walk from the upper floor, where the higher years mingle, down to the 2 1/2 floor. I look into glass walled study rooms. A girl I am interested in is there. She comes out and greets me with an uncharacteristcally friendly hug. She looks excited and relieved about something. She leads me towards the stairs that lead out of the building to a beautiful sunset over neatly kept lawns. Before we can decend she is urged by someone on her research team that something needs to finalize some details before submitting. She obliges and implores me to go ahead and she will catch up. I kiss the top right corner of her face and she rushes off with her team. I turn back the way I came to the open stairs that are white, unsupported, and look like they were built to replicate orbital paths. The roof makes the building look spherical. I walk downward and see some friends. I greet them without stopping. Something is on my mind. I have some objective, but I don't know what it is. The whole building shakes and the other stairs fall. People disappear without a trace. I notice a man wearing a dark pink or extremely faded red sweater with the hood up. He seems to be bald. He has a brown and round goatee. He is standing on a scaffolding a floor above me and about 10-20 meters ahead of me. He is armed with a rifle he needs two hands to fire. He sees me and lifts the gun against his should and fast walks towards an exit that leads outside of the building. I wake up in an apartment room. The walls begin at my hips. Beneath the wall there is just a railing like on a flimsy deck. I can see the floor below me. It's a hotel lobby. It's dirty and the lights make everything a shade of piss yellow. The door has a lock, and an opaque window that takes up most of the top center. There is a second opaque window that is as tall as the door on the same side as the lock on the door. Someone in the lobby came and asked about me. I lay down and pretend to be asleep since they could see me if I was standing. The man at the desk points to my room. The man asking about me is dressed in all black and is wearing a comically large brimmed hat with a red feather. He pulls a 2 meter long weapon from his suit case and aims it towards where he thinks I am sleeping and fires. It's less than a few inches from my head. The whole pours out light, white debris, and doves mixed in with both. I roll frantically, open my door and run as fast as I can away from the lobby. I exit the back door and see a bowling alley. People are bowling and buying booze. I am a little flabberghasted because just the night before it was a theatre. I remember following a young woman in a purple dress outside. She was crying, her boyfriend commanded her into the car. It was an expensive looking car. Her hair was done up in a nice looking bun. She saw me come to her rescue and she smiled and wiped her tears away and got into the car. Regardless of last night it was currently a bowling alley. The person behind the bar was an old friend. He offered me a beer. I drank a couple sips and thanked him before running out the far door and seeing my world. I was 20 years in the past outside of a thrift store wearing a varsity jacket and remembering when this thrift store used to be a bowling alley when I was a kid.
I have been dreaming of Shadow People in human form. Wearing hooded sweatshirts with the hoods tied. When I look into the hood there is nothing but blackness like night, nothing else, no eyes or facial features at all. They are all standing on the right side of my hospital bed.