I don't recall the beginning of this dream, but I remember that I needed to go to an important appt and I was getting ready for it. It looked like I lived in a house I uses to live in about 10 yrs ago. I had a baby that I kept forgetting to feed, but I was trying so hard not to. I had these people working in my backyard and one of the workers digging was a woman. She had a daughter that was going to get sent away. They lived in extreme poverty. I wanted to help the girl who was probably 14 or so, but it meant I might be late to the appt. I decided to help anyway, but I ended up getting lost.
I was running late for a spin class and somehow got a ride from my mother in law- in our car. Her driving was terrible and she took me to the wrong street. I raced over arriving late, but class hadn't begun. Upon walking into the studio, all the bikes were gone. It was just empty stands. The teacher and staff were hanging out. They acted like it wasn't a big deal. I really needed a workout and was so frustrated they didn't send out a cancellation notice. There were some people doing a different type of workout but I had no interest.
All I remember is a baby dying I don't even have kids and that baby feels like it was mine the baby seemed like it was almost ready to walk it can crawl.... but anyways I only remember of it dying and then me screaming crying and crying... what can that mean
RIDING IN THE BACK SEAT OF A CAR THROUGH A NEIGHBORHOOD. SOMEONE NEXT TO ME HANDS ME A MACHINE GUN. WHEN I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW I SEE HOUSES BLOWING UP AND REALIZE THERE IS A TERRORIST ATTACK. I AM TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM THE BOMBS AND WARN MY FAMILY. AT ONE POINT WE DRIVE THROUGH WHERE EXPLOSIONS START AND I DUCK AND COVER PROTECTING MY BABY FROM THE FIRE. I VEIGLY REMEMBER AN OLD WOMAN IN THE CAR WITH ME. WE JUST KEEP DRIVING WHILE BOMBS BLOW UP HOUSES WITH HIGE EXPLOSIONS AND FIRE EVERYWHERE AND I AM AFRAID OF TRIGGERING MORE BECAUSE THERE ARE WIRES ON THE ROAD TO SET THEM OFF. AT THE END OF THE DREAM THE BOMBS STOP AND WE DONT SET OFF ANYMORE. THE WHOLE TIME I HAD MIXED FEELINGS OF CALMNESS, CONFUSION AND WORRY. I THINK THIS IS REFLECTIVE OF ISSUES I HAVE BEEN HAVING IN MY RELATIONSHIP BUT WOULD LIKE OTHER OPINIONS.
Ive been dreamin for a while about my partners friend but i never let anything happen although the urge of wanting to is strong i always keep sayin its wrong and waking up but the other night i dreamt the same thing with my partners friend and they picked me up and admist my protest of its wrong i ended up allowing it to happen (heres the weird part) they then turned into an alien i freak out they then just disappear and im left feeling really sad and broken in what must be their room and take something little of theirs that will always remind me of them and thinkin ill never see them again an
I dreamt my mother was young again, and she was running to get a train and I was running after her to try and stop her but I couldn t. She has just turned 90, is getting confused and can hardly walk now, so I was really upset in my dream as I wanted to keep her safe
I was at a grocery store, looking for cereal. I chose one but then I saw the same cereal but cheaper. It was stored too high for me to reach so I asked one of the girls who worked there to get it for me. When I wanted to pay the price had suddenly changed from $2 to $15 so I didn't want to but it anymore.
Morning of August 17, 2017. Thursday. I am in an unknown room with mostly only a large square wooden table. I seem to be in a movie that is being filmed in real time. Two other characters are Batman and Robin as from the 1960s television series. It seems we may have been kidnapped and are being held hostage. A couple unknown males are also present but I am not sure of any backstory. There are a few items in the room which may have been sabotaged. Batman and I mostly sit on the table at first while Robin is standing. There is a point at which Robin follows my index finger in some sort of swaying dance to follow my lead even though I do not seem to be a main character in this movie, perhaps not even being filmed while Batman and Robin are. Still, I hold my right arm up, my index finger pointing upwards, and I move my arm side to side as if I were defining a downwards-oriented semicircle in a sort of pendulum-like definition or as if I am conducting an orchestra. It feels extraordinarily vivid though I am not lucid and it goes on for several minutes. Robin changes his facial expressions to apparently follow my cues as such. He is standing on the table and sort of half-dancing, half-swaying, seemingly professional but almost as if hypnotized. At one point, Batman has an oversized pair of black squarish plastic binoculars. Like other items, I suspect that they have been booby-trapped by the Riddler or the Joker. He decides not to use them and puts them down on the table. I then notice an unusual bat come out of them (they seem to be hollow now), which may be venomous and may have bitten Batman on his nose if he had looked through the binoculars. The bat’s upper body and wings are like a bat, but the rest of it has the look of a silverfish, except it is all black. It crawls around as I notice this silverfish-like bottom part of this “bat”. I consider that it seems of very odd appearance to be a bat, but soon realize that it is likely of a particular species and so thus is not unusual at all. Somehow, we all escape. I end up going out the back door of our present house into our backyard. I no longer see Batman and Robin. I notice three bats of mostly normal appearance to the left of the door and standing with wings out on the external bathroom window sill. They all appear to have Mohawk hairstyles. They are arranged in a triangular orientation, as if in the orientation of a water-skiing stunt, two on the bottom, and one on the top with a foot on each of the other’s shoulder. I step out through our gate, though instead of the street view, it is an alley with a high wooden fence on the opposite side (which my dream self does not consider wrong). An astounding energy and vividness develops as the Batmobile goes by to my right, to the north. It looks like a far more modern Batmobile; like the V10 Lamborghini Batmobile. I feel fantastic enjoyment as I watch it pass, looking at all the details. There appears to be another car in front of it, about a car distance ahead, which I feel is an unmarked police car from the 1970s. From here, a train passes from the north to the south. Near the other side of the alley are a set of railroad tracks. I am aware that this must be a scene from the movie to appear differently in the movie than the overall event is being seen. The train, which seems already half-destroyed, rolls on the tracks, rotating sideways as with the essence of a corkscrew or manual drill, as the tracks seem to be pulled to the south by some sort of machine, as parts of the train and what is left of it get smaller and smaller as it goes by, and the tracks being pulled along by the unseen machine until they are not present. I can vividly feel the vibrations in the ground in my feet and lower legs. I am briefly somewhat wary of this event being so close to our house (though I mistakenly perceive that it is close to fictional parts of our house to the south and it now seems I am looking out from a long apartment block). Still, I trust the movie studio knows what it is doing and I am confident that there is no threat at all. From experience, this dream may be telling me that, in exactly one year (on August 17, 2018), I will be meeting someone who played Robin in a movie, possibly in a public place such as a shopping mall (or a wayward visitor to my front door). I say this mostly based on two features, one, the appearance of three bats, which relate to long-term precognition (and in fact appeared in a dream with several layers of precognition about Zsuzsanna long before I knew she was a real person), secondly, another dream character seeming “hypnotized” by me in an eerie dance and following my cues or influence appeared in the sole dream I had of Charlie Pride - and I met him in real life exactly one year to the date after my dream. I may be wrong regarding the dynamics of this dream, but it will take a year to see if it manifests as such. (Then again, concerning the presence of the three bats, it could be many years from now to the date as with my prescient dreams about Zsuzsanna.) So, if I meet Burt Ward on August 17, 2018, you read it here first (though it may prove to be a different Robin, as Burt is now 72 years old, then again, it might even be a different person named Burt Ward, hard to say with prescience sometimes being skewed).
Dreamt I kissed my cousin caleb, then I Dreamt I was at home planting pink flowers then afterwards by the roller coaster our big group which was my old mates from high school separated actors dancers and singers. The lady said the actors must not go on and just watch. Then I went on this roller coaster ride and I was waiting in line to go on but got to scared looking at it so I decided to just watch. So when the roller coaster took off the people watching had up hold the metal bar behind them and then forward because the foundation under them was shaking and tipping backwards then it stopped. Afterwards I checked my phone and read a message in German from some guy I don't know it said in English hello you are really beautiful with a German flag emoji next to it. Then on the big screen by the roller coaster it displayed my message and everyone awed. Then they showed on the big screen my pink flowers I have just planted at my house. Then somebody kept saying it's fake it's fake it's fake and I kept saying it is not then that person was poking my flowers roughly hurting the flowers.
Everyone in this dream rang colorless. Not white, not black, nor gray. Imagine pure nothingness and that is what they were. There was this young boy in the dream and which ironically, he began speaking of this vision he had where he saw a girl bursting with these odd, wild hues... he eventually said "colors!" and everyone around stared for a moment, then laughed at him because colors were a myth. The boy, however, was determined to prove he was not insane and that there is a possibility these hues exist. so he starts digging deeper, he starts traveling, and searching til eventually he finds the girl with the wild hues. At the end of the dream, she touched him and gave him color. It like seeped through his body like how the ocean meets the shore. and then she went throughout the world, painting it with the "colors" til eventually the colorless world became an old folk tale.
so this is the dream i had last night. i'm sorry if some details are vague but i'm writing this later on in the day. i'll do my best to remember/fill in the gaps though. i'm trying not to leave anything out so i'm sorry if this is overly detailed & long. so the beginning of the dream took place at my old primary school. i remember two of my old friends were there, however they were friends from secondary school. we were all definitely our current ages (17) however. one person was someone i see quite often but actually don't like much anymore. the other i have lost contact with & disagree with on some matters. so we were at the school & i remember i was suspected of doing something wrong so i was taken to an "interrogation room" (that never actually existed in my real school i assure you!) that was quite dark. in it there was only a table & chairs. i was kept there for a long period of time, maybe a few days, and interrogated by some people. unfortunately i can't remember who they were but i'm pretty sure they weren't actual teachers i knew. i do know that i was actually innocent though. after a few days i was realised and i went outside. the first friend, who will be referred to as louise, was there. she told me i could go but i had to remember the maoams. this was where i got confused even as i was dreaming! (maoams are chewy sweets, for those unaware.) anyway, i didn't remember any sweets being in the room beforehand, but suddenly i knew that they were in there. so i went back into the room with louise and my second friend, who shall be called bill. i remember that the bag of sweets was on a shelf or something? it was hard to get to, and bill had to lift me up i think. but i got them and then was able to leave the room. after this i made my way across the school field but suddenly bill was there, who told me a certain someone was waiting for me, who shall be referred to as maria. in real life, maria was a student teacher who recently over the course of the last school year i developed unrequited romantic feelings for. for reference i am 17 as previously stated and she is 22. she left at the end of this year in june, but is coming back one more time in october to help us with coursework, and i do know this is an issue that has been bugging me in the waking world. so i head over towards the hill on our field where maria was waiting for me in her car (which strangely wasn't the car she drives in real life.) we start talking, unfortunately i don't remember what about, and then i kissed her. this is where the scenario changes. i'm now in a location i can't identify, texting maria. as we are talking about how much we love each other, i am suddenly awoken. that's where the dream ends! again, i'm sorry if this was too long or confusing. there are some things i can figure out but other aspects are really confusing me. any & all help is appreciated!!
Morning of November 9, 2016. Wednesday. I find myself standing in an unknown mostly featureless room as I have just shifted into the beginning of my lucid dream. I mostly find myself gazing at the blue sky through a closed sash window. (I am not sure of directional orientation. If it is implied to be our bedroom window I would be looking west.) An unrealistically large bird, but otherwise the kind called a kite, is seemingly flying directly towards the window. Before the bird gets too close and crashes into the window, it slows down and becomes an actual white kite but is still moving down towards the window. Strangely though, the window still breaks (without the kite hitting it), glass flying inward, towards me. At this point, I experience the back spasm event and nearly go flying off our bed. (Ordinarily, back spasm dreams are a premonitory sequence where something seemingly jabs me in my back in physical hypnopompia, a recurring dream event from very early childhood. It does not seem as if this was the case this time, as the flying glass shards came from in front of me, although it was triggered by a sudden awareness of Zsuzsanna’s body behind mine as I was lightly sleeping on my right side. Still, the timing of the imagery was not correctly aligned with the physical event, which I find hilarious, like a movie that was incompetently dubbed.) A breaking window simply symbolizes dream cessation in real time (as does losing teeth, which also usually has no waking life meaning). (This metaphor is even used in the 1971 TV movie “The Deadly Dream”). The imagery in this dream has a thread of prescience. Zsuzsanna had checked out “Tommy” from the library, which features a longer scene near the end with Tommy on a white hang glider that looks very much like a large white kite. I had no way of knowing she would be checking it out at this time. Otherwise, kites, birds, airplanes, and virtually anything associated with flight or wings (including birds that cannot fly) are associated with the floating sensation typically experienced upon falling asleep. Over one in five of my dreams for over fifty years have had this dream state dynamic, but are always unique, and sometimes, as with this dream, contain literal prescience. The “back jab” event is based on biology, and only happens in a particular stage of sleeping or waking as a result of spontaneous neural energy. It is completely unrelated to real life dynamics, just as the hypnopompic kick is (although the hypnopompic kick is more pronounced when I do more walking on a particular day).
I dream my boyfriend, my son, and I are driving in a storm. Everything is chaotic/ beginning to flood. Boyfriend had to drive off the main road to avoid our car being hit by others and avoid being swept away with rising waters. We had no choice but to get out of the car and travel on foot. We took turns carrying my son. A specific moment in the dream I remember: I stepped into water that was deeper than I realised, had to hold my son above my head to keep him from being in the cold flood water, my boyfriend takes him to keep me from drowning. we make it to safety despite the difficult journey.
I see myself dreaming of being in our local McDonalds. As I walk in I only see a couple of friends I know. They are the only 2 people there. Its actually deserted as this is the last day its opened and it is closing down. My 2 friends are also cleaning up the place for its last day. Next I see a scene of young people. I remember hearing the song 10 green bottles hanging on the wall. These youngster's are singing this song. Next I am looking at photos of when I was young. I comment how young I look, how beautiful I look and how I was quiet small back then. I look at myself and see how much older I am and how I'm not as small as I use to be. And lastly I see this man who claims to be my father. He looked like one of the guys who I met at my Christian life group that I just started going to. He is so emotional towards me. He says he is sorry he was never there for me when I was younger. But he will always protect me and love me now. I'm a only child. My dad was never around for me when I was growing up. Mum remarried and I was never close to my step dad. I am now connected with my dad. We are not that close as I thought I'd be. I have been searching for love and I find that in my husband. I love my husband so much. He is my everything. He Is so good to me, kind and loving. We were meant to find each other to spend the rest of our lives together. Glad I have him in my life. What does this dream mean?
Morning of January 1, 2000. Saturday. I seem to be losing some teeth at first but that is not the case. Loose keys from the computer keyboard had somehow been in my mouth but I am not sure of how many (and I do not question how they would be there in the first place, though perhaps I had been blowing them dry after washing them as I had in real life recently and they somehow flew up into my mouth). Logic dictates that the individual keys would be too large to be mistaken for teeth in real life for the most part. In the last part of my dream, I am unsure whether any actual teeth of mine had come out, though it seems possible. This is slightly different than my usual losing teeth dreams, which I have had a few times per month since childhood. Trying to infer to me that losing teeth in dreams has any meaning relevant to waking life (other than in cases of literal prescience or concerns about a trip to the dentist) will be meant with a blank stare. Losing teeth in a dream is not much different than the falling mechanism in physical hypnopompia, which also has no meaning other than the biological shifting of consciousness. How difficult can it be to understand something so obvious? The unconscious self cannot speak through the physical body, and so when undue attention is incidentally focused on a mouth that is not even there (other than by illusion), naturally the fictional teeth would “fall out” (or be perceived as doing such). To further prove this, consider what has happened in this dream. Typing on a computer keyboard and speaking are both related to communication. The sleeping physical body cannot talk or communicate coherently in unconsciousness. It is also common to not be able to type correctly on a computer keyboard in a dream, which is also unrelated to waking life. It is simply because the dream self does not have neural access to critical thinking skills or defined time orientation.
Morning of February 18, 2016. Thursday. In my dream, I seem to be in an area that is loosely modeled after my Cubitis home (where I have not lived since 1978, yet my dream self sees it as my present home), at least regarding the large backyard and the railroad tracks behind it (to the east) but there are differences. It seems to be late at night and yet there are short time periods where I can clearly see the covers of books. On at least two occasions, I also notice unknown trucks parked in what would be the backyard. I go near the railroad tracks and notice a shallow cardboard box filled with old How and Why Wonder Books that appears to have been put out by an unknown neighbor farther south, but the majority do not look like any of the ones I had in real life as a boy. However, “Coins and Currency”, which is one I did have, is near the top, but the cover is very worn. There are other books in the box in addition to the How and Why Wonder Books, including magazines and comic books. I think about taking them, as they had been discarded. Still, it is an unusual place to put presumed rubbish, as there is no pick up there (or rather, never was in real life) other than for the train to collect and take to the dump as my dream self reasons. A lifelong dream-related focus of a train taking large amounts of possibly valuable refuse to a landfill (or sometimes a warehouse where it is apparently sorted), usually northward, is a curious recurring theme. I am on the railroad tracks for a time (remaining on the west side of them) but I am aware that a train is approaching from the south. I feel the vibrations and expect it to be carrying a lot of printed materials to a landfill, which enhances my curiosity about possibly attaining interesting books. Oddly, it turns out to be one boxcar moving down the track (with no discernible method of locomotion). It passes me, but when it starts to go through a tunnel (not a real-life feature) on the opposite side of our backyard, to the north, it somehow gets jammed in. I am somehow able to move it back out, as it seems very light. It falls off the railroad tracks directly into the living room of the house, which establishes consciously unresolvable ambiguity as to whether I am in an outdoor or indoor setting. (In real life, there was considerable distance from the railroad tracks to the house.) I see various books inside the boxcar, which now seems only about half the size it had been previously. It is not only very light but starts to bend slightly, like thin aluminum. I notice a “Tom and Jerry” storybook with perhaps one small black and white drawing per page. I also notice two Nancy and Sluggo comic strip collections in book form. There are still a number of other books inside the boxcar as I tip it upside-down, some of the contents spilling onto the living room floor. Two unknown men eventually appear and it seems as if they had been moving the boxcar down the tracks even though they were not seen until this point. They seem puzzled about the details concerning the wreck. They are not angry and seem friendly as I tell them that I hope to keep what I want from the boxcar. I even offer to pay for the contents (only because they showed up and I do not want to be seen as a thief) and the man to my right gives me a puzzled look as if there would be no need. (In the last stage, there is a vague sense of bilocation when the Cubitis living room is associated with the kitchen of our present home and the vague awareness of my real physical body in bed to my right, though there is also a vague awareness of one step leading up to it between the kitchen and where our bed is, a step or staircase symbolizing an increase of neural activity to eventually establish wakeful consciousness.) This dream seems to have been at least partly influenced by having reviewed and written about a childhood dream from 1967 (“Battle atop Boxes on a Boxcar”). A train is typically relevant to the dynamics of the dream state, not waking life. Here, it can be validated that I had threads of subliminal lucidity (unaware of being in a dream but still with influence and control). This is why my dream self was able to stop the boxcar (subliminally willing it to become stuck in the tunnel) and attain full control of it despite the size and weight. The preconscious and my emergent consciousness show up in the last scene as potential waking initiators, which is also unrelated to waking life as it is a common dream state component in case I indulge in a dream for too long (in which case the preconscious would become aggressive or more dominant, as waking up is a biological necessity). Resupplemented and minimally expanded on Thursday, 17 August 2017, due to seeing no evidence of public understanding of dreams or the dream state.
So my mom woke me up and said " I'm here, I'm here. And then she took me into her room and said " you shall sleep next to me until you feel comfortable. " So I fell back asleep and you know what happens, but this time she wasn't there she went to go work out so I had to get my self to wake up so in the dream I ran into the forest found the zombie dude and let him torture me until I woke up and now here I am writing my "dream" for everyone to see. I hope this dream never comes true.
So I gathered my things and went in the pizza place where I last saw my mom. Then a clock goes off indicating it was midnight. I couldn't find my mom anywhere so I go back outside and go back to where my friends were they were gone too. I go back into the pizza place and then there were a bunch of creepy ghost things so I just sat on the floor with my knees up to my face and I put my head down and I started screaming "Where is she! Where are you keeping her! MOM!" Apparently I had that same nightmare during the beginning of night and I was actually screaming so my mom (look for part three)
In my dream me my family and my friends went over to what was called the family and friends fest. We rode a bunch of rides all day. Then people were talking about how there was a zombie in the woods and the haunted pizza place. So after the rides it was getting dark so we went to the after dark party. It was in between a forest and a pizza place. I was talking with my parents but then my friends tell me to come to the picnic table outside. We were playing watching movies and then my mom texts me "hey we need to leave right now". I respond with "okay let me grab my stuff and I will be there".
In my dream I remember this lady invited me, my boyfriend, my best friend and her boyfriend out to her place.. so we went out there and she was so happy for us being out there and then my boyfriend said he wanted to walk home so we told her that we had to go and she said we can't leave, and the next minute I know there was a car speeding up the drive way and shooting at us. The lady was yelling it's my husband and in my dream I got shot in the leg. Then the next thing I know I'm in jail!
I was in Vegas for work with some friends. A few of us decided to leave early to catch our flight home. While we're sitting on the plane waiting we're watching 2 other planes go over. One of them clips the other and they both go crashing down. I could hear the explosion. We start driving and can see that they crashed onto the Vegas strip. Very horrific. Buildings were destroyed and a lot of people died. I realized that the crash happened where we stayed and our friends were still there. We get off the plane and go back to a restaurant we hung out at a lot that was far from the crash site. Half