For the past few nights I've had dreams where I'm dating different guys. I even have a kid with one of them in one of my dreams. Also another thing I strongly remember is that my recently deceased grandmother is in the dreams, lecturing me about the choices I made to date whoever I was dating. It was like she wasn't approving of any of the different guys I was dating in my dreams. It kind of makes me feel like she is trying to tell me something.
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This is an old dream, and unlike my previous dream post I was inside the dream. I've had similar dreams like this one. I'm in an apartment, on a high floor, on the phone with someone (maybe mom or dad) when out the balcony door windows I can see a huge atomic blast on an island not far (which is real for me irl), and I begin to panic, concerned for whoever is on the phone - did they see it? are they okay?
I don't recall exactly what I was dreaming - but it caused me to wake up terrifed in bed, sure the world was ending. I was shaking, pratically hallucinating as I thought I was hearing sounds of bombs or some sort of explosion and an odd glow of light coming through my bedroom window. I was so terrifed I was ready to run to my Mom, who was sleeping in another room, and tell her I love her before our demise. It took me some time to sit and convince myself it wasn't real. This has happened about 3 times in the past few weeks - each time I am terrified and hard to fall back asleep.
Before the dream/vision: Nothing really special was going on, but then I had this dream before I was woken up in my waking life. The dream: I was standing in a room that was tiled, and in the middle of the room was a tiny swimming pool also tiled. In the corner of the room on the wall was a curtain, and this curtain opened up to reveal a coffin. Then my Grandfather appeared from the coffin, and started out as a bit of a wisp of air and dust to come in as a 12 year old boy wearing a swimming suit. He was acting playful and jumped into the tiny swimming pool. Right after that he vanished back into his coffin. After the dream/Vision: When I had found the church that I had asked God to show me was his when I was fourteen years old, then shown when I was fifteen, I was baptized. I found this dream interesting because the baptismal font was just like in the dream, behind a curtain and viewing room. You could say its just a coincidence, but like flipping a quarter, the random toss can only happen so many times in a row before changing, and with me I had to ask myself this over and over.
going to a birthday party for my internet friends. they had two pigs and a fox as pets. we went shopping to dumb stores and wasted time. we went to cafe and drank coffee and left but i went back to get my phone charger and there was a man who took our table and had a laptop and table was cluttered with chargers and cords. went back on the subway and i texted my parents. i went home and there were cats outside. my neighbor and crush came out and i got nervous and went inside for my kittens. i saw lots of cats and some were duplicates of my own. then i saw bunnies. they were all playing.
I was in a dream of conflict, there was a man we were keeping out, a woman we were arguing we with, discussing looking for a new roommate without permission. This part was chaotic and confusing. Then I went outside and was searching for something when bees began surrounding me. I panicked at first, naturally, and then realized I should be still or they might sting me. As I sat there they became curious of my body. Shortly after, one bee flew into each of my ears, which woke me up.
had a dream that my family and I needed to go through a haunted supermarket and we needed to get to the exit as soon as possible because if we stay there too long, we will stay there forever. There are many ghosts of people that failed to leave on time and the only time they move is to point us to the exit. We finally see the exit and my dad can’t move anymore and turn into a block of ice and break into pieces. I put the ice pieces together and try to revive him but am unsuccessfull. I then leave the supermarket
I had something that was stuck on all of my teeth. It appeared to be dried PVA glue, so I decided to brush my teeth. As I began to brush them, I started to taste something salty and slightly acidic. I looked in the mirror and noticed my mouth was full of blood. I would spit the blood out but my mouth would fill up again if i tried to brush my teeth. Eventually the bleeding stopped and I went into the kitchen to tell mum about what happened. Dad was sitting at the table eating food and mum was cooking something. I told mum about the blood and she told me the name of the phenomenon, which started with P. She also explained that it was caused by eating the same food for a long period of time.
The main theme of my last dream was trying to find someone to marry. I was going to marry a cousin, but then thought that might not work out, so I was thinking about who else to marry. The people in my dreams weren't anyone I actually know. They were just strangers that were supposed to be my family members. I also was trying to go to school and decide where to live. I don't know what this one means, at all. It was so weird.
i dreamed i was a vampire who drives people away but helps them whenever accidents came. Not drinking blood but has vampiric abilities. Likes the dark and grows weak during the day. instance came wherein a child wanted to see a mythical bird yet i discouraged it even used hypnosis to make the child sick.
I dreamed my sisters were on a rollercoaster ride. Then while they were riding on it something went wrong and it malfunctioned then it came about were one of there friends fell off the ride and apparently died. My sisters were unharmed but their friend died. What does this dream mean.
In my dream my dads girlfriend killed her 8 year old daughter and turned her into a doll and acted like she just bought this custom made doll there was blood all over the house and me and my sister found a Chanel bag which had her body in it covered in blood, I think my dads girlfriend is lovely though and really sweet but what does this dream mean help!!
Me, Andreas, Kevin and a bunch of our friends were out camping somewhere in Cambodia, and for some reason the dream was set in the 60's. We had bunk beds in a nice, naturally well lit cave with some really nice, clean swimming holes. The bunk beds were outside as our cargo was in the caves. Someone had built a really nice diner next to our sleeping quarters overnight. We had swimming gear, pool noodles, and Nerf guns the military made us. We had a really good time. At one point, I met a really nice girl from the area. We took a bath together which captured the 60's perfectly. That was normal back then, you could really get to know someone without either of you saying a word, and that's how it went. She asked me about life in America, it was hard for me to answer since America and Cambodia were so similar back then, that's about all she said. Now... It's considered weird for a mother to be in the shower with her newborn baby.
Morning of October 17, 2017. Tuesday. My wife Zsuzsanna and our family as we appear now are living in the Cubitis house. There is a gentle rain. I am aware that our oldest son will be returning from his job (same job as in real life despite the erroneous 1978 setting of Florida rather than here in Australia). I contemplate if one of us should go and get him so that he will not get wet walking back in the rain. Zsuzsanna says that she will when the time comes. I am in the living room with Zsuzsanna. I look out the windows into the Cubitis backyard (it seems to be late morning but still raining) and notice a row of tall purple larkspurs that are close to the windows, under the awnings, and parallel to the entire east side of the house. They are not yet in full bloom. I think about asking Zsuzsanna when she planted them (perhaps very early on the previous morning), as I do not recall when she could have done this, which puzzles me slightly as I consider how wonderfully industrious and sedulous she is. In an area near the center of the large backyard are a few weeds where there is otherwise mostly short grass, but I also see about three or four potato plants in a couple random spots. It is raining, so I will pull out the weeds later. There is a vivid sense of love and peace. Zsuzsanna tells me that our oldest son will probably be off work about an hour early, as people do not usually shop there when it is raining. (This turned out to be prescient curiously enough, and it has not happened in this way before. I fail to see why people would stay home from shopping just because it is raining, but I guess I forgot that some people are “depressed” by rainy weather, whereas I am not.) I have been a devoted dream journalist all my life (and I even married my literal dream girl) and yet have never held any interest or belief in “interpretation”, mainly because my dreams, other than literally prescient threads, naturally decode themselves prior to fully waking, revealing their origins and manner of synthesis, but also because my dreams have held the same basic components and patterns, especially variations of waking symbolism and the same RAS triggers (such as emergent alertness to real environmental noise) since early childhood. Look closely at the threads that are accurate and those that have no basis for accuracy. My personified subconscious (dream self) is aware that I am happily married to Zsuzsanna, yet we are living in a house in America (Florida), where Zsuzsanna (and our children) have never been and I have not been since 1978 when I was only seventeen. (Zsuzsanna and our children have always lived in Australia.) This is not even the house in Wisconsin I was living in years before Zsuzsanna and I first began writing to each other. My dream self is aware that it is raining in real life at our present location (and in fact, this dream began within seconds of falling asleep again) and (again, as in the above paragraph) I am in a different house in my dream, also aware that it is raining, yet without the awareness of where I am in time and space (and how interesting is that?). I am aware that our oldest son has a job and even the exact location of where he works, and yet again, there is no conflict between the impossible contrast of living in Cubitis (an isolated rural area through which only a small highway intersected) and in an urban area in a different country. (My dream self usually does not find the implication of either bilocation or mixed-up composites, which are very common in my dreams, as unusual in any way.) I am aware that there are weeds in our backyard in real life (it has been raining continuously for a few days), yet (again) this is rendered into the backyard of an incorrect setting. Despite the otherwise fictional nature of this scenario, there are a few real-life factors, and even a typical thread of prescience (which I have always experienced on a day-to-day basis, yet do not always go into detail about as my entries are often already very long).
Had a dream about my best friends mom that past away about two years ago. It was the same setting at her wake but I was the only one that was there. When I went up to say my goodbyes she was there for a second and then gone. I found her but she ended up back in her casket. She then hugged me like she was thanking me... unfortunately, I woke up. It felt incredibly real and feel like she was thanking me or telling me everything is going to be okay
Sun was rising and setting at odd times. Running around to two different neighborhoods that I didn’t recognize that were across the street from each other. Single floor dwellings but I was running across to one of them just to replace the trash bags. (Strange!?) radio was on announcing that the end was coming and related to the sun issues but that’s all I knew of it. Woke up trying to get back to the house my family was huddled in. It was night time but the sun was coming up again and it was extremely bright and hot. Pulled my hoodie partly over my face to shield my eyes. Woke up.
Hey everyone this is so weird but I've been having nightmares of the same thing planet X it's a beautiful day and then just all of a sudden the earth started to shake and the moon was huge so Close too close and this really bright white light appears behind it and Boom it collided with the moon and it turned to this hot almost like lava looking planet then all these weird strange monsters appeared and zombies and the world turned black and white no more color and it was cold as death it was so scary guys I don't even want to sleep again after this dream
I was in a mall looking at stuff in a store and all of a sudden things start shaking and everyone in the store runs to the back of the store and me and 3 other people are hiding then a guy and a lady which are the shooters come in and the guy leaves and the lady stays and then all I don’t remember getting shot but i died and 2 other people did also and the lady shot herself I woke up in a field kind of looked like wheat with only the lady and I remember being at peace and smoking a cig while frank ocean played and I remember it so vividly.
I am on what appears to be the top of a hill or cliff that looks out onto a forest that stretches the full horizon. The sky is blue as a robin's egg and blazes with bright coral, vivid orange and gold as the sun is setting. There is a light breeze and with it comes all of the green smells of the woods in the evening. Next to me is someone whom I'd had a deep love (crush)for the past year or so, yet he'd never noticed me in reality. We were holding hands and I leaned on his shoulder. When I sat up, the sun had almost set and then he got up calmly, and walked away. In reality, he was also gone.
Morning of September 13, 2012. Thursday. I become lucid in a slow entry transition (the usual lucid and willfully manipulated hypnagogia after making love in real life) and our bedroom takes on different features. Of course, there is still the residual energy of wanting more intimacy and sustained harmony. Zsuzsanna and I eat strawberries (on a small yellow plate) at one point. After our romance and intimacy, I am somewhat in a non-lucid state now. I become puzzled, more over my decreasing level of awareness (but which vivifies in the last scene) than by the fact our bedroom is rendered with the wrong layout (not directly linked to the lounge room and kitchen as it is in real life). The paint on the horizontal wall boards is peeling (yet it was not before) which I vaguely recall means that my dream is beginning to ebb, yet my lucidity is no longer viable. I feel an urge to see if the door is open and it is. I approach the doorway. There is nothing visible beyond. I feel puzzled by an anticipatory mood emerging from within me. The Cat in the Hat’s hat appears in the doorway, though with no cat. It floats in the air, tips slightly forward and I feel amused, waking with cheerfulness and humor. This dream has the usual dynamics as have been in the same sequential components (through tens of thousands of dreams) since early childhood, though I have grown to appreciate, enjoy, and greatly respect how the nuances are always slightly different. Firstly, it is doorway waking symbolism, where a doorway is rendered as the dream’s implied exit point as an emergent consciousness factor (sometimes triggered by real-life environmental noise but not always, as the reticular activating system often uses the memory of a door knock or door-opening sound to activate waking, though no door knock occurs in this case). Secondly, the sense of puzzlement is what causes the stovepipe hat to be rendered. Although “The Skunk” is an early childhood dream from 1965, it has very similar dynamics, where the white part of the skunk formed a question mark when I entered the higher liminal space of unconsciousness while becoming closer to consciousness (and also ends with doorway waking symbolism). Stovepipe hats represent the emergent consciousness and the concept is related to “put on your thinking cap” as analogous to waking from the dream state (emergence of thinking skills which the non-lucid dream self does not possess). They have featured as such in a number of my dreams since childhood. Finally, the essence of a cat is linked but not fully. Depending on the dream of course, cats often serve as a liminal space symbol. This is mainly because of my childhood association of a cat sitting on a fence, a fence being the division between unconsciousness and emerging consciousness.