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When I was a kid, around 5-8
When I was a kid, around 5-8 I had this nightmare for a long time, and the weirdest part is that I still remember it to this day, vividly. I'd be in an apartment with my older sister, we'd just sit there and abnormal tall shadows would be on the wall, screaming. I would look around and see a wall break then my older sister disappears. I would stand and walk over, a ghost/demon would grab me and burn my skin. I remember screaming and crying then I'd start falling into pitch blackness, hearing people laughing at me. I could hear myself screaming, sometimes maybe feel myself screaming. Just screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Silence. I'd land in the arms of my older sister, she had a blank look on her face and then she melted into blood, ear shattering screaming. It was all honestly traumatic considering everything was so vivid, occasionally becoming blurry. Then I woke up.
“When I was a kid, around 5-8
“When I was a kid, around 5-8 I had this nightmare for a long time, and the weirdest part is that I still remember it to this day, vividly. I'd be in an apartment with my older sister, we'd just sit there and abnormal tall shadows would be on the wall, screaming. I would look around and see a wall break then my older sister disappears. I would stand and walk over, a ghost/demon would grab me and burn my skin. I remember screaming and crying then I'd start falling into pitch blackness, hearing people laughing at me. I could hear myself screaming, sometimes maybe feel myself screaming. Just screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Silence. I'd land in the arms of my older sister, she had a blank look on her face and then she melted into blood, ear shattering screaming. It was all honestly traumatic considering everything was so vivid, occasionally becoming blurry. Then I'd wake up.
maggots and roaches in the shower. my
maggots and roaches in the shower. my sister with a huge wound / gash on your head, talking about how she got stitches but you can still clearly see through the wound. a broken pipe. broken glass. my mom licking me on the neck. outside of mcdonalds naked and screaming, having a psychotic breakdown because they gave me beef instead of chicken.. apparently they have vegetarian teriyaki rice bowls, but my mom's ex-husband/ my stepdad asks if they have chitlins. I see a celebrity in my dream. but the rest is all a nightmare.
I am freaking out and hoping that
I am freaking out and hoping that you can help me make sense of this horrible nightmare I had last night. I dreamt that I turned for one second and my daughter, she is 2, got taken. my dream everyone was searching for her cops, me, family, and the cops found her cut in half yet I think somehow half alive on the side of a highway laying in snow. I woke up freaked out and went to her room where she was peacefully sleeping. is this a warning? I hope it is another meaning. please help give me peace of mind because this was the worst dream. When my dad died a month before he did I had a dream he died. I hope this isn't the same scenario. I have never been so scared in my life!!
was brought into video game showcase for
was brought into video game showcase for game I don't even like, and my friend was saying "you will see me today" even though I didn't even see him the day following my dream. I also got sucked into an NES and was stuck in a videogame with several octopi saying "Zelda! Link! Airplanes!" Then it started raining swords that barely missed me. Then a guy named "Goku" said "I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!!" then I woke up in a room with a silver man with flaming fists and glasses, who started threatening to attack me. then I woke up.
I had a nightmare last night about
i have this nightmare once a week,
i have this nightmare once a week, and me and my sports team are hiding in the attic of a run down old house because we have an intruder downstairs(someone i know) and this moment occurs where she knows we are up there and she drags a knife against the ceiling of where we are.
Dreams of death , funerals , people
Dream Session November 8th 2017 Reversed order of
Dream Session November 8th 2017 Reversed order of a session with James? This one will be a hard one to write, but I will do my best to organize. First Section: I was soaked or have been. My thoughts focusing on maybe perhaps I had fallen into Toluca Lake? It was uncertain. James telling me I needed rest. Second Section: I woke kidnapped. Tied up. I could see a man, unknown to me. What was he? I pieced together he was an enemy of sorts. He had been "tough". Taunting James; whom was tied up himself. Locked away in a shed near where I was laying. The man had grabbed me. James yelling something at him only to get the response: "Mr. Sunderland. Oh Mr. Sunderland. You will soon see I am not after you." James had continued screaming through anger. The man whom had me as a hostage peered inside the shed James was locked in, staring at James between the wooden planks. His laughing. I could feel not only my skin crawl, but James' as well. This distorted man whom James directed his anger to: Who was he? A Cultist of Silent Hill? What did I do to piss off someone like that? From clear indication. This guy didn't want to keep me alive. James was struggling to escape his position. Tied and handcuffed. He seemed to be thinking more clearly than myself. How badly was I beaten? Third Section: We're at Jack's Inn. Time lapse? We escaped? Was it all a dream? Confusion and disoriented. I found James sitting at the small desk writing down, perhaps recent series of events. It seemed like he was in his own thoughts. "You all right?" James breaking away from his writing, realizing I was conscious. Was it really all a nightmare? "You should rest." We were safe. So what's the deal? If what I experienced wasn't a nightmare? Did I almost drown? Was I almost murdered? "Crash" isn't saying anything. Should I be worried? I should observe Crash's face. That would have given me a more solid answer. What about our wrists? I could have examined his wrists or even mine. Markings. Anything. If any of this infact was true. That means James and I aren't alone in Silent Hill. If this is infact true: We aren't safe in Silent Hill. James. The dream/metaphysical experience I had while trying to process all this has been beyond my own comprehension. Whoever that man was whom perhaps used either of us as bait; it's unclear as of right now. What his motives were. It's a troubling thought either of us were being hunted. Regardless. Thank you. As I was being drown by that monster. I couldn't process my thoughts and yet even still I am in awe. I should out right say what's on my mind. Thank you for saving me. I couldn't fight back. Yet as you freed yourself; your immediate goal was to save me without a second thought. I don't know what else to say at this moment.
My husband passed away almost 7 years
My husband passed away almost 7 years ago. Ever since then, and even now I regularly dream terrible nightmares about him not being dead, it was all a mistake and he's cheating on me. And, I can literally feel it breaking my heart. Then the rest of the dream I'm chasing him down pleading with him to stop this. It's awful. I really wish I'd quit dreaming these horrible dreams. I always think to myself, why haven't I ever had even one good dream about him. We never had problems during our marriage concerning fidelity, that's why I just do not understand this.