I dreamt that I was in a room with my Boyfriend and like 4 girls I'd never seen before but they were all pretty. I asked him if he wanted to have sex with all of them and myself and he agreed and then one came over and got on top of him and I was fine with it I even went over and helped and it felt amazing. I typically am quit jealous and wouldn't ever be ok with this. Trying to see what this means?
In another galaxy, I could jump higher than you could imagine, it was dark but the stars were so bright. So many stardust clouds filled the sky, every colour, and some you've never seen before. I was in a tall grass field, the grass was yellow, and there were large mountains all around. It was an odd combination; fields of grass, suddenly met with sheer rock, it was beautiful. I was trying to fly, but could only jump very high, and slowly would come back down, only to jump again in an attempt to take to the air. What was frustrating is I knew I could fly, but I couldn't. Maybe next time.
In the dream, for smoking, I went into the yard. I leaned back to the column. Under the shadow of the wall, cat and owl, they spoke Persian. I said: why are you upset my friends? What has happened ? Your faces are very sad. The owl was very sad and began to say his discomfort with the cat. The gray owl ended, the dialogue ended and went away with a sad reason. The cat was still sad. He said to me: "Why did you come here for this?" my friend ? I showed him cigarettes and said: To smoke! He has a local accent and jokingly said something that I do not know what its English equivalent. But with this theme: I'm not interested in seeing you smoking. This sentence was quite ridiculous. The next day, my friend elham (meaning inspiration) had come to visit me. She had bought a charming charger that could simultaneously charge her laptop and my laptop. (She did the same in another of my dreams) I mentioned to him laptop and I said, hey! At 10:10 pm! In the next scene, we were walking to school. I talked to him about it yesterday and talking to cat and owl. Elham did not believe that I had talked with cat and owl. _ We can not talk to animals! _ I can talk to some animals without asking for it. It is not voluntarily. Sometimes I hear some animals talking. I do not know how!
Ive have written about a recurring dream i had which involved what i believe was Mt Fugi. But this is another reacurring dream i was having roughly 7 years ago. When it comes to my dreams sadly i dont remember majority of them (which im sure is normal) it really takes something for my dream to stick out and i feel those dreams are the ones trying to tell me something. So ive only had as far as i remember 2 reacurring dreams. They have always involved a mountain of some kind. These dreams in particular though was set on a lush green mountain with a smooth but dusty road spiraling up to the summit) well as usual my dream would start with me just casually ascending the mountain on this road. As i look to my right i see blue skies and clouds. I remember the view was breathtaking making my journey upwards enjoyable. Each dream was the same it only started to differ as around the 5th (i cant really remember) i dreamt this i saw a old medieval type village getting closer and closer. The village was deserted but in all honesty the last time i dreamt this i remember coming to the entrance of the village then waking up so i will never actually know wether someone was waiting for me there. After that i never had that dream again.
this dream really f#cked up really im trying to search the meaning, please help me okay here's the dream, first i start out playing bicycle and then there's some child teasing me, saying that i am a loser and something else(i dont even know that child) and then i cycling to my sister school, at the parking hall and i saw my parents packing stuff to a van, i said " pa what's going on?", he say to me " Fast go to the van !!" i say "why ?" my father say to me " just go in", so i go into the van and my fathe explain everything there's a zombie apocalypse and then we drive to my house not actually my house but my father set everything up he even want to buy 2 floor RV for more storage in case we need to drive away Day 1 Everything seem okay there's a zombies hangin' around the street, im freaked out so i cover window with curtain and tape the curtain so zombie cant see anything Day 2 Everybody in my family freaked out we try to contact someone trough Radio,TV, and phone, oddly there's some show on the TV Day 3 There's cop outside the house i think "What in earth they doing here?" So my sister Have some plan that she wrote a few days ago in case there's a stranger outside the house they seem friendly so we open the door, there 1 cop with 1 child and 2 friend named Hector and Figus and they say they want to stay here, of course my family say no but i made a deal with them " if they want to stay the must be helpful when we gathering some supplies" as long we think they're helpful they okay to stay Day 4 There's my best friend named mitch he go to my family storage to check everything is safe, the storage is connected with the rail station so back to the point, mitch saw that figus, Hector, the cop and the kid rob the storage, damn that's a lot of money, they escape with a handcar but improved with roof and mitch grab the knob from the door of handcar and try to stop them but he cant and got kicked from the handcar, he want to go back but its already too far so he climbed up the hole from the tunnel and he end up in snowy area, there's a lot of zombies there, micth copying the way the zombies walk , and start to flee he run to the nearest block and suddenly he change to glenn quagmire u know from family guy got chased with his crazy girlfriend sonya, he got chased into country borderline there's a security and he say "security she chased me arrest her !!" and the security arrest her, he run as fast as he can when he look the kid playing at playground she's back! chasing him like a crazyfolk, he run to the rollercoaster rail so he can escape to the tunnel but her got him at the tunnel he got hallucination a freaky hallucination and then i woke up i open my laptop and search what this dream mean on google and i found this site, i sign up and write this story
Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday. I am in a school setting, but it is completely unfamliar in regards to the school I went to in reality and I am unsure of the implied location. On one level, it seems vaguely bilocated with the area near Loomis and Gillette streets, though not the real-life school (that I never went to). I mostly spend time walking around with a young atypical version of Zsuzsanna, who seems more like a classmate around my own age. I give her love and attention, though in the background, there is the realization of many other students projecting an overall mindless nature in addition to a group mentality of no benefit to anyone, which she also seems aware of and does not want to be a part of. I refer to her as my “partner” when speaking to an unfamiliar male. After what seems a long time, the scenario changes. I have picked up a broken globe. The globe seems to have been made at least partly of glass and is only about twice as big as my fist. It is in several pieces. A male that reminds me somewhat of Zsuzsanna’s father is on the other side of the room (though I have never met him in reality and only talked to him on the telephone years ago). In a non-lucid state, I cause the broken pieces to hover in the air, with no effort other than basic thought. Soon, I decide to fix the globe. I cup my hands around the jagged variously-sized pieces after they are placed together. There is an incredible vividness of heat and steam flowing from the palms of both of my hands. I am clearly aware that this will reseal the globe, somewhat like welding, but more like melting the glass and then smoothly connecting all areas of the surface. The steam and hissing coming from my hands does not cause any discomfort even though my sense of touch is otherwise enhanced. The globe of the world is a smooth sphere again. The other male does not seem alarmed or even puzzled. This is somewhat unusual in that it is the reversal of typical dream cessation symbolism, though because of its vividness, is probably more about stabilizing my emergent consciousness factor in this case. This is one of a few dreams of this date that was directly influenced by looking back at a childhood dream from 1971, which had been influenced by seeing “Crack in the World” (a 1965 movie). This dream is more like the 1971 dream than the others. (In fact, many of the few hundred brief dreams of this sleep cycle’s beginning centered around the movie theme to some extent. The fact that I had only thought about the 1971 dream for a short time, and the fact I had not seen the movie for a long time, is puzzling in how much influence there is over a new dream which is otherwise completely unrelated to my present life status, and yet this is a very common occurrence.) Additionally, I now realize that I had also been looking at a photograph from a 1982 dream (“Apple Baby”), which is a close shot of a hand holding a large apple.
My dream was about my partner he rang me to ask me a question (I unfortunately can't remember what the question is), I answered the question to ask why and he explained that he had a job interview on Friday 7th July in Penrith (a town not far from where I live). To give a bit of context my partner and I don't live together as he lives in Newcastle and I live in Carlisle and he is hoping to move over soon. Is this my need for balance in the relationship coming up?
Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday. I am back on Loomis Street (where I have not been since February 9th of 1994 in reality) within a typically distorted dream-self identity of not being with viable memory beyond that of my eighteen-year-old self. I am in the living room of the Loomis Street house. There had been details that the world will be having strange weather, which has something to do with the sun. At first, my dream seems to be based on only unusual weather approaching, but not that threatening. However, the concept changes, becoming far more dramatic, before my dream ends. My mother is alive and seemingly well and in the west bedroom of the Loomis Street house. I have no memory of her passing in 2002. It seems to be afternoon. I am in a state where I decide to play around with the world itself by spinning the entire atmosphere, clouds and all, as fast as possible. That is, rather than causing Earth to spin faster or to slow down, it remains at its present rotation as I spin the sky around, north to south. The clouds are white and fluffy against a bright blue sky. The realism is extraordinary as I look out through the porch windows and watch the clouds dart across the sky as I willfully spin the atmosphere. I am doing this to show a few other (unknown) people what might soon be happening naturally due to the celestial events. This goes on for several minutes. Eventually, the celestial changes come and the sky changes. Very unusual clouds appear in the sky. I sense people’s fear while not feeling threatened myself. For a time, the sky looks much like an analogue television screen that is not fully on the channel. That is, there are diagonal lines and flickering bars across the sky. There is one very loud thunderclap. Looking at the sky again, it resembles an empty multicolored spreadsheet, with each cell randomly billowing downwards slightly, the whole expanse with somewhat of a wavering effect. I know I should see my mother. She sits in her bed in her room and seems upset, saying how it is “the end of the world”. I do not feel any sense of fear or even concern for humanity. I calmly accept the fate of the world and of myself. It is obvious that this dream utilizes an odd level of subliminal lucidity and comes more from my current conscious self identity than anywhere else (even though I have no memory beyond my late teenage years while still within my dream). That is, I know I am creating my dream, and yet my dream self identity is not aware of this at a viable level. It partly comes from having looked at a childhood dream from 1971, that was in turn, based on having seen the movie “Crack in the World”, the childhood dream association of which also influenced at least one other dream of this date. The evidence is not only obvious, but continuous on different levels. Firstly, I am able to spin the entire sky with no effort. Secondly, the sky then becomes like a television display not being on the channel. This is direct evidence that I view the sky as something I can willfully change as if with a television remote and that my thoughts are still based around subliminal lucidity. Then, the next stage utilizes an emergent focus on critical thinking skills (which do not viably exist in the dream state) when the sky then becomes like a multicolored spreadsheet, as if waiting for my conscious thinking skills to ascend and fill it with organized data. This same focus makes me subliminally aware of the waking symbolism - that is, dream state cessation as an “end of the world” metaphor (which has been a common form of waking symbolism since early childhood). (Why would dream cessation symbolism relate to the conscious self in a negative context? This is the ridiculous mistake I have seen people continuously make all my life with so-called interpretation, which I learned to dismiss at a very early age in light of truth.) The fact that my dream self has no fear of this supposed end of the world is more evidence of subliminal lucidity being a major factor. Why should I care if my dream ends? It is a perfectly natural event. Even more obvious is the “return to bed” metaphor (yet another subliminal thread of acknowledgement of being asleep in reality), even though, in this case, it is typically distorted to a different time and characterization. The real puzzle still remains. What determines the status of my dream self (regarding altered age and time distortion factors)? What determines when and where any precognitive threads (or “input” from the collective unconscious or the Source) dominate the patterns?
I wake up and my parents leave to the supermarket before I even brush. The next moment I'm in the supermarket carrying the basket and roaming around the grocery section. It's the Supermarket in the place I lived 5 years ago everything exactly the same way I last saw it. So while my mom was busy grabbing vegetables I went to the Diary Products section looking for Pudding and Cheese and Butter and as it was early morning and the workers were only unloading the stuff, the section had only doughnuts and I grabbed one to pay it in the bakery section and eat it as I was really hungry. And as I paid, the man at the counter was an Arab(It was an Arab country that I used to live in real life)I never knew and next to him was my School Junior guy that i secretly found a little attractive during my high school. And since I had some more money and I was leaving the country permanently I was ready to spend it there( I live in a different country now). As I ate the doughnut I was collecting Chocolates I never had before, Chocolates that had new flavors and I kept coming around the section for like 3-4 times. And I spent two hours there selecting chocolates and still never paid. (I reached there at 8 am and it was 10 am already) And my dad saw me buying and he knew I was spending the money. After he left I kept searching for some more time and I went to pay the bill with a handful of chocolates( Kitkat with something free inside, Galaxy's new flavors). And exactly when i was about to pay I saw these ice-cream cups in offer and I wanted to eat that as well, when the guy when to take the cup for me I tasted it and didn't like it. The guy came and when I told him I didn't like it. he showed me many other flavors and I was really confused to do it all over again. I love chocolates in real and Love trying new ones especially ice creams and chocolate candies! And I spend a lot of time shopping in real life both for clothes and stuff not being able to make a good choice.
Historically, the New Year's baby died from an unknown cause when he was almost 2 months old. My dream depicts an alternate history of the time when Henry VIII Tudor's son, Henry, Duke of Cornwall had lived passed 2 months. In the dream, I was the Tudor heir himself. Prior to my birth, a stillborn girl was born on 31 January, 1510. I was born in a royal bedroom chamber in the Richmond Palace on 1 January, 1511. The chamber is a Tudor-styled bedroom with intricate carvings on the smooth brown timber frames. The walls were elaborately designed, appropriate for the Tudor age of 1511. A mistress was a young Tudor noble with light brown hair. She wore a Tudor dress with many precious stones, but not as many stones as my mom's. My mother was the colour of snow. Her soft cheeks were cherry blossoms and her dark red wires shimmer in the light. On the day of my birth, mother wore a white Tudor-styled maternity dress that embraces her beautiful figure. She is Catherine of Aragon, the Queen of England at that time. "You have a healthy baby boy, your majesty," said the mistress to my mom. The mistress soaked me with water and wrapped me in a royal fabric. The mistress handed the fragile baby to my mom. Mother looked at my irresistible face for the first time. She gently stroke my sparse blonde hair. My bright blue eyes gazed at mother's calm face. Her petite lips touched my head lightly as I showed signs of life and virtue. I was a fresh baby boy, indeed, who was as soft as peach fuzz. My mom cuddled me as I was breastfeeding. "The king must know this splendid news!" exclaimed the mistress. She rushed out of the room. The mistress was heard from the hallways of Richmond Palace, announcing "a baby boy was born!" Mother smiled gently whispered to my ears, "your father is coming." Minutes later, an obese man in king's clothing entered the room. His black hat with a white feather covered his short hair. His bright red beard covered his entire jaw and chubby cheeks. His eyes were the colour of the ocean. Bright gold jewels adorned his magnificent red and orange Tudor garb. He is Henry VIII Tudor, the King of England at that time. He came to see me for the first time. He looked at me in the eyes. "I am your father," he said in a soft voice. My father sat next to my mom on the chair. He cleared his throat and continued, "Someday, you will grow up to be a great king of the Tudor Dynasty. You shall someday be Henry IX Tudor, 3rd Tudor king of England." Upon my birth, my father was very proud. Both of my parents planned extravagant celebrations for my birth as the heir of the Tudor Dynasty. On the same day, I was taken to the English court with my parents and was granted Dukedom. I became known as the Duke of Cornwall. "Little Prince Hal, as heir apparent to the English throne, you are expected to become the Prince of Wales. After your father's death, you shall become King of England and third king of the House of Tudor," the lead noble of the English court said about me. I was then baptised soon after. On the 5th of January, I was christened in a lavish ceremony where beacons were lit in my honour. During the christening ceremony, my relatives had presented me some fine luxuries. My godfather, Louis XII of France, gave me a fine gold salt holder and cup weighing a total 99 ounces. Several of my godparents, William Warham, Archbishop of Canterbury, and Margaret of Austria, Duchess of Savoy, gave me pieces of gold and royal tudor clothing. On the afternoon, my father held the 1511 Westminster Tournament Roll. The joust lasted for two days. In 1513, my mother was pregnant again. Father carried me around as I explored my surroundings in the Tudor world. I was enjoying my life, as I loved my father very much. On 17 September 1513, my father and I went back home to the palace to check on mom's 3rd child. Another female mistress told my father that mother was giving birth. Soon, we heard a baby crying from somewhere in the palace. All three of us entered the bedroom. By the time we arrived to the bedroom, we saw a lifeless baby wrapped in a royal cloth. We saw mom crying a river. Her cheeks were very red as her lips frowned into a downward bridge. "The baby appears to be a boy. Alas, he is lifeless," the maid informed my father about the sad news. Father and I saw the lifeless body. "He looked healthy at first, but he died shortly after birth," mother told father. I was curious about my lifeless brother and took a quick look at him. He blonde baby boy who was pale with blue lips. He looked asleep. I turned to my father and asked "what hath happened?" Father frowned and said sternly, "he is dead." In 1514, mother got pregnant again. On 8 January, 1515, father and I visited mother again in the same bedroom chamber. A mistress and my brother were seen crying again. Mother handed a stillborn baby boy to my father. Father was not happy about the news. "We just celebrated the Prince of Wales' 4th birthday a few days ago and all we got was a dead baby?!" father said while enraged. I sat on my mother's lap and quietly observed my father, as he was losing his patience. "It would be nice if I hath a sibling, but not one that is lost to death," I said. Mother told me, "we shall try again and bring another life to the world." In 1515, mother got pregnant again. When it was her labor on 18 February, 1516, a maid informed my father that a baby was born. Father came into the bedroom and mother was nursing a healthy baby girl. "Mother, can I see the baby?" I asked. Mother showed the baby to me. I saw the baby's ruddy pink face for the first time. The baby had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I stroke my small hands gently across the baby's soft back. "What gender is the baby?" I asked mother. "She is a damsel," she replied, "a beautiful young damsel." Mother gave the baby girl to father. He smiled and said "you shall be named Mary." Three days later, the royal Tudor family went to the Church of the Observant Friars in Greenwich. A priest poured water into Mary, as he baptised her. Several family members were appointed Godparents of my younger sister. Her godparents included her great-aunt the Countess of Devon, Lord Chancellor Thomas Wolsey, and the Duchess of Norfolk. After the baptism, my father's cousin once removed, Margaret Pole, Countess of Salisbury, stood sponsor for Mary's confirmation. In 1518 when I was 7, mother got pregnant again. On 10 November, 1518, Mary (2 years old by then) and I ran to our father and told him that a baby is being born. Father came to the room to see mother. Father returned to us and said, "the baby girl is dead!" "What about a baby boy? If I bear no children in the future, who would take the throne?" I asked father. "Good question," father said. He walked around the hallways for a bit and his face shows that he is thinking very hard. Mary and I listened carefully. "Mary will take the throne. Alas, she is a damsel. An heir should be a boy and shall always be a boy," my father answered. Father then left the hallways to travel somewhere else in Tudor England, and Mary and I went to mother. A mistress was crying while she carried lifeless baby girl wrapped in cloth. "She is dead, your highness! The baby is stillborn at 8 months!" the mistress informed me. "Dead?!" I said furiously. I took a deep breath and asked, "can't I just get a brother?!" "Your mother is trying her best," she said softly. "Henry is furious," Mary said about me. She then went to mother and hugged her. I took a quick look at mother. She looked very weak and pale. While she was carrying Mary, she held my right hand and muttered, "I've tried... I've tried..." In 1519 when I was 8 years old and Mary was 3 years old, mother got pregnant. When she was in labor by late 1519, father, Mary, and I visited mother in the bedroom. Mary sat next to mother in the bed. Mother gently combed Mary's soft reddish-goldish hair. Mother said in a weak trembling voice, "Mary and Henry, I do not feel well. Take care of the baby and your father, for as the future of England depends on both of you." Mother hugged Mary. "Your majesty," a mistress said to my father, "your wife, Catherine, is in critical condition." Father looked perplexed. "I can't lose my wife! She gave me an heir and now she is like this?!" father said impatiently. When I stood by my mom, I saw her sickly body on the bed. Another mistress was carrying a healthy baby boy. The mistress carrying the baby said, "well now, you've got another heir at hand." Both mistresses asked father, "what are you going to name the baby boy?" Father replied, "his name shall be Edward." He then announced, "if any bad tradegy happens to the current heir apperent to the English throne that costs his life, then Edward shall take the throne." On the night of Edward's birth, we saw my mother take her last breath. A mistress informed my father about mother's death. This was the last time we saw our mother. By the time of mother's death, mother's hair was brown, but everything in her appearance remained the same since my birth. "Her gentle smile shall be missed," I told father. Father weeped and could not sleep for several days. It took him several weeks for father to overcome his sadness. Somewhere in late December 1520, father planned to host an extravagant party for my 10th birthday. Mary was turning 5 while Edward was turning 2. Father announced to a huge crowd of people that it has been a decade since my birth and wanted to host a party for this milestone. 1 January, 1521 was a big day for me. Early in the morning, I was dressing up in very extravagant Tudor clothing. My outfit consisted of a light brown greyish doublet adorned with silver jewels. A brown Tudor coat was worn over the doublet. I wore a white hose, a black pair of shoes, and a black tudor hat. The tudor hat had silver trimmings and some white plummage. I did wear some jewelry. I wore a gold Tudor chain of office. The chain of office looked like this. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0a/89/27/0a89278335e21bc39201b84ef298d56d.jpg Apart from that, I also wore several rings. On my left hand, I wore a gold ring on my pinky, a gold ring on my ring finger, and a gold ring on my thumb. On my right hand, I wore a gold ring on my pointer finger. While I was dressing up, I saw a mirror. The mirror reflected my youthful face. I resembled both Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon mixed together. My wavy hair was light brown, as it had darkened a bit from aging. My hair was not long nor short, but it went down to my jawbones. It was in a bob styled like this. http://image.wikifoundry.com/image/1/bb7JKX9KoynYeCgRVZAOnQ76506/GW162H162 What I had inherited from my mom was her lips, her skin colour, blue eyes, and a little bit of her hair colour. I inherited Henry VIII's hair colour and and ruddy cheeks. Moreover, I was almost the spitting image of my paternal grandfather, Henry VII. My face and body looked a lot like this, but a younger version (age 10) of this picture. https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4a/Younghenry7.jpg/170px-Younghenry7.jpg I smiled as I had admired myself in the mirror. Next to me, Mary and Edward dressed up for the celebration of my 10th birthday. Mary's dress was purple and gold Tudor dress with white trimmings and ruffles. Edward's outfit was much simpler than mine since he is only a toddler. He sported a red cape, an orange Tudor doublet, and a red Tudor hat with a white feather sticking out from it. As soon as we were all dressed up, father came in and we all followed him out of the palace. Many people attended the party, but most were nobles and rich people. In the morning, I watched a jousting tournament and had a feast held outside of the palace. Everybody knew my name, as I was a living heir of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon. They knew I was next in line for the English throne. Near noon, I got very hungry. As I pass through the crowds, I went to one of the crowded feasting tables and grabbed myself a nice juicy turkey leg. After I ate lunch, I walked around the palace yards and explored the celebration. Outside in the fields, people were watching jousting tournaments. Some were happily eating at feasting tables while others were dancing along with Tudor music. Inside the palace, people were feasting as chefs from everywhere served geese, pigs, and a lot of food to people. As I strolled around the palace fields, people sometimes give me bits of gold and jewelry. Many congratulated me for reaching 10 years old. Soon, a forgetful young man bumped into me while I was entering inside the palace. "Young lad, what are you doing here?" the man asked. "I just want to enter my father's palace," I said. I cleared my throat. "As thou canst seeth, I am Henry IV Tudor, Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cornwell. I am also the heir apparent of the English throne in the house of Tudors," I seriously informed him. He was surprised to see that I was the 10 year old heir apparent that several people were talking about. "I apologise, your highness, but I have one question," he looked at me with a confused eye. "Where is your mother?" he asked? My eyebrows lowered a little bit. I almost frowned, but I kept a serious face. "Mother is dead," I said in a stern voice. "She hast diedeth almost 2 years ago when my baby brother, Edward VI, was born," I informed him. The man apologised. "Well, nice greetings to you, your highness, but we shall depart. Farewell," he said. We left and I entered the palace. As I walked inside the palace full of people, I soon saw my father, Henry VIII, sitting in his throne at the ballroom. "I am so proud of you, Little Prince Hal. You are a great son, but I have something special to show you," he said. He got up from his throne and we went one floor above from ground level. In front of us was a balcony. We went there and he showed me the celebration from above. I was happy to see the people. People cheered to see me and my father. After a while looking at the palace fields from above, we went back in. As the sky grew darker and the day was coming to an end, I joined several feasts and ate expensive food. I ate mashed potatoes, peas, and a goose leg. I was having fun. When I saw people dancing to Tudor music inside the palace ballroom in front of father, I joined in the dance. My father was enjoying the view. Edward was sitting on father's lap while Mary danced. The day ended normally when I got too sleepy and that when it was time to sleep. "This was a splendid day, father. Indeed it was. It was an honour that I have a kind a caring father just like you," I told him. Henry tucked me to bed. "Well now, Little Prince Hal, it is time to sleep. In 8 - 10 years, we shall host another party, but this time it shall be grand even that shall be remembered throughout history. It will be your coronation," Henry smiled and told me. I hugged father for the last time. "Good night," I said. "Good night," my father said and gently cuddled me. The dream ends when I fell asleep as a proud and happy boy.
My dream was set in the old party area that was reserved for children's birthday parties in KFC (I have only ever been to KFC once which was for one of these parties in kindergarten so I'm not 100% sure but I think they've gotten rid of this party space now). I'm not entirely sure whose party it was but my whole year at high school were crammed into this space in full school uniform, however we were well over the age limits being mixtures of 17 and 18 year olds. I was sat at a table with a bunch of my friends and we were laughing and having a good time. In real life, many of the friends I was sat with are vegans or vegetarians yet in the dream we were all morbidly obese and stuffing our faces with fried chicken. My science teacher from year 8 was supervising us all and encouraging us to eat more and more chicken which seemed in endless supply. It was both delicious and addictive despite hating this type of food in reality. One of my friends handed out these big, colourful, marbled pieces of plastic to everyone in the year- one for each person. She said they were eye contacts so everyone slid them into their right eye, resulting in one rainbow eye. However, after a while they began to hurt and cause blackness of vision- I believe they caused blindness in one eye. Then, all my friends at my table got up to go to the bathroom so they could take mirror selfies with their contacts. I decided I'd rather stay and eat more chicken. While they were gone this girl I have almost nothing to do with anymore who I used to sit with in year nine and found extremely annoying, came over to my table and started to grab handfuls of my fried chicken. I was furious and yelling at her to eat her own and fuck off but she did not say a word and continued to steal and eat my chicken right next to me. I couldn't control my temper any more so I punched her in the face and began to pin her to the floor and beat her up. I kept going and going even when she was unconscious with everyone watching in horror. I woke up incoherently yelling and violently moving my arms around. I think I hurt my wrist in the process. In the morning I checked with my family as to if that last part did indeed happen and they confirmed they heard me screaming and shouting in the early hours of the morning. It was just such a bizarre dream and I was wondering if there's even any way something like this could have further meaning.
My ex and I were done with years ago. I don't consciously think about him. In my dream I am running from him physically. In my dream he is dark. Tall scary dark and looking for me. (He looks nothing like that in real life.)He is stalking me.And I do not know why. He had other people working with him to find me. I would try to run to other peoples houses and yet he would eventually find me. I would be able to get away from him. At one point he caught me and I was sitting next to him with my hands bound in chain looking like I am drugged. He pulls the leash to where my hands move closer to him and lays my head on his shoulder.He has an evil smile on his face. I some how get away and he keeps chasing me. The closest he was ever able to get near me after that was when he would be in the same room.
Just 2 days ago I had a dream of buying a new house and it was really big and than when I was checking it out there was a really creepy hallway that was far away from everything from the house but I was still in the house, and than I was curious to look what was in the other side so I went in and it was a really scary church and when I tried to get out I couldn't I was trapped in there and it was like a haunted church but than a girl appeared and we both helped each other get out but we weren't at the house anymore we get to a place filled with snow.So please someone tell me what this means??
In the beginning of my dream, I was re-connecting with friends I haven't seen in over 7 years. I felt a little out of tune as they were showing me the things they had fun with. However, I also noticed that they were not communicating with each other and even though they all had fun memories they all felt very lonely and disconnected. No one knew how the other really felt. My friend's daughter shows me the Zip line that she likes to ride which happens to flow along a major city street with traffic and all. I thought that was fun but had business to attend to. Then I met my friend, I needed access to som hospital records but they were not available to me. At this point, the hospital morphed into a hotel and there as I desperately sought to find records a janitor came over to help me. He was brilliant and intelligent but never realised. He said to me these doctors don't know that I understand everything they say, but I know I should have gone to school. Maybe one day I will. So I see his face, it is kind and sincere. I know he will do amazing things. He said let me help you. He pulls out a computer from his janitor closet and said, " Don't let anyone know I have this", and apparently he hacked into records most doctors don't have. Funnily enough physical files started manifesting on his desk. After a foot tall pile manifested he told me this was not the place that would have the records I needed. He told me to look at the prison. I walked to the prison and the foreboding walls, then my friend said that she had access, and turned herself into a man, and walked up to a prison for which she had clearance to enter. She got inside (more like he, now) and then opened a window and had me come in. She/he handed me a folder and said that this is what I needed and I climbed out of the window just in time when the other guard heard my friend who secured my window upon exiting. I look at the file and while I do so I find myself walking and through the side of town where the homeless people camp, the sky was dark and at the waning of twilight. The air felt dirty and I didn't feel the compulsion to stay for long. There I find myself looking for my friend getting married. I am worried because what was happening was a sudden shift. She got married and was happy. But a strange thing happened and two people grabbed me by the arms and pulled me behind the place the ceremony took place and they were showing me another couple that just got married who were both forced to drink a poison that would kill the person who was lieing. The both drank with reluctance, and after the man died and the woman lived and they let her go about her business. They let me see what would happen, and then I found that they had me on my knees next to my husband. This whole process had to be completed willingly he took the poison that was given at the end of a ceremonial stick, I too was given the poison but I knew what would happen, which apparently not too many people were given such information before the "test." I took my stick of poison and put it into my mouth where a distinctive metallic taste began to invade my tongue straight to the back of my mouth. As this unpleasant taste filled my mouth my thought filled with thoughts of how hard I had tried in our marriage. How I knew where I failed and where I knew I needed improvement. All I could think was that if I deserved to die I should. I know I'm not perfect but I was not pretending where I went wrong. And then as If I woke from a trance I see those who administered the test, My husband dead next to me and I am still alive. The told me I deserve a red wedding, with that they showed me in my tattered red wedding dress which then transformed into a lavish gorgeous pink wedding dress with fresh blue flowers at different places the fabric was bunched and immediately I was marrying another man who loved me and looked to take care of me as much as I would love and care for him. And instead of a wedding out of a homeless camp, we were married in a beautiful garden on a gorgeous sunny day. Then I wake up.
I just had a weird. . Dream. my crush and 2 of my friends were in it. . . We were all playing this game in real life. . Like The Hunger Games. . And I killed 1 of them . . ;--; And my crush killed another one. .And I killed myself. . And my crush won the game. . he was Upset for some reason. . . . .And I was crying when I killed myself. . .It has more detail but it was a weird dream right?
I awoke awakened in my dream and when I open my eyes there was a baby in my lap it looked like a newborn baby girl. Like I see her face, the color tone of her like a light chocolate and dimples I mean just beautiful and then I heard a loud noise which woke me.
So me and Nolan (my ex) went up to my bestfriend Aaron . Nolan had been irritated with him so he started to beat him up when he was beating him up he had asked me to help. I was hesitant at first and then I said OK lets do it. So we started beating the shit out of him. Afterwards the teacher asked me if we beat him up because she thought something was going on I told her no. Well later Aaron started crying and said you know now I hate you. You were suppose to be my friend and you did this. And the teacher said what are you talking about and he started sobbing he said they beat me up and pointed at me and Nolan. Well she told him if he needs to talk about anything he could. I just thought it was weird and I want to know what this means.
So I was with my whole family so we are at pakistan buying some school supplies. The employee's ID Are in urdu even the labels is in urdu language then their employee wearing a gray tuxedo's and skirt then we went to a flat escalator and we are outside at the mall with a huge line of people.
So we are at the white house with my older sister then the house have so many snack and I ate it and I feel satisfied so I ate alot of snacks lots and lots of snacks until The Taxi Arrived so my older sister are in the taxi but they said it only can fit a few people and my other sister said that she is drunk and I can't go to the another taxi and then they are just joking and went home.
Me,my family and my sister's boyfriend are in a small hotel which is very grassy entrance and the whole hotel was all white with white tiles and therw was another small room at the grassy door with tables and chairs. So I was lying down the grassy bed and walking around the whole room and even outside at the hotel. Then we exit at the hotel and it was actually a huge mall inside.
Me and my family are in a part of a campaign even these little kids and their parents are in there. Our mission is to get how many donuts as we can so we race in to a donut shop and get many many donuts that I wanted and we raced until we get to the maze thingy and throw a donut party
I arrived at this house, which looks strangely a lot like this house that's very close to mine. I'm supposed to live with this girl and her grandmother. There's a pool in the front of the house, surrounded by a tall fence (Except obviously, where the house is). So I guess I just got there, and the girl arrives with her friends and she seems to hate me for some reason. She had a guy come over, and she went inside with him and they came out a while later. He wasn't her boyfriend, but I told myself not to get involved with her drama. She was clearly trouble and I'd get hurt in the process. Everyone left, and she went inside, I got out of the pool (which I was in for a while) and she came outside because her grandmother told her to get me a towel and to show me where my room is. I started talking to her as we were walking, the house was pretty big, I never saw her grandmother in the entire dream. We walked through one room that had some beds, into my room, that had two beds and an en suite bathroom. I don't know how it happened, but we were kissing, even though I thought that she hated me! It got quite heated, but there was a knock at the front door or something that made her stop kissing me, and she went out to see what/who it was. This part is quite strange, and makes little to no sense. She randomly said something about me having the mind of a 39 year old, stuck in my body before she left. It turned out that the people at the door were gangsters sent by her boyfriend to see if she was cheating. I tried to lock my door, but I didn't know how to, so I just walked out because they would have come in anyway. They told me not to act tough ( I am a small female, and I guess it was pretty strange that I didn't act as afraid as I really was) and checked the house for any guys. There were none, so they started to have a more friendly conversation, and said that everyone that they talk to has a nickname. So I chose the nickname Suffocate, Suffo for short. They liked my nickname, and she was relieved that they didn't suspect anything. Then everything changed... (very randomly, I might add) They were gone, it was early in the night now, and she was preparing for a huge cards tournament that was going to take place. There was a lot of people there for the tournament and to just party in general. She showed me this one card, I can't remember what it was, but when I tried to recall it all that I could come up with was Strawberries and Mushrooms??? Maybe a Strawberry mushroom type character card, and that it was a very powerful card in the game. She normally wins using that card. I kissed the back of card without her knowledge, and put it back in her deck, and since we were alone, I kissed her for good luck, and out we went. When she sat at her place ready to play, I walked over to her, and whispered that I left a surprise for her in the game (which was the card with my lipstick stain on it). Since I had no idea how the game was played, I decided to walk outside. The pool was covered, so we could walk on it. There was the guy that was with her earlier in the day, but he was with his (actual) girlfriend. Many of her friends were there on the other side of the pool. They were all dancing and stuff too, but I was simply watching everyone's interactions. Two of her friends from the group announced that they were dating each other,to many a cheers from everyone around them. I eventually realized that I was kind of being a bit weird, just watching people and not attempting to have conversations. I also knew that I didn't know anyone there since I had only arrived that afternoon, and that her friends didn't like me because she didn't like me before they all left. So I decided to go inside to see how the tournament was going, and I walked in at the right time. It was about to end. She ran over to me, checked my pockets and found some cards since she didn't have the full deck. I was extremely confused as I had put ALL the cards back, and one of the cards that she found was the Strawberry Mushroom with my lipstick stain. She smiled when she saw the stain on the card, and said that it was exactly what she needed to win. She placed her last cards in an envelope it to a small pile of envelopes on the table. We walked outside together and she wasn't afraid to be with me, as I feared. End Note: I have no memory of what "her" name is, however, as I was writing the dream down, I seemed to have at one point (only) written her as Jamie. Throughout the dream I didn't say her name, and the whole dream had the underlying feeling that I should not trust her. I kept trying to not like her, because she already had a boyfriend and she seemed to hate me in the beginning. It seemed like a trap, but she turned out to genuinely like me in the end by walking out with me past everyone , so this dream is quite confusing.
I dreamed of immigrating to a foreign country to study at the University of Art. I'm drawing in the work room. The room was full of paintings. Angel Morgan had come to see me. I was very happy, and very surprised. She pointed to one of the paintings and said something. I did not notice. We embraced each other. It was strange to me. I remembered that she blessed me. I wanted to compensate. She spoke with me in Farsi. I wondered: I did not think you could speak Persian. She said, I can do a little. She smiled until the end. I said you do not have even the accent. If you are talking to an Iranian now, they think your language is Farsi. Because you speak very clearly. Then I asked: did you say anything about the paintings? It seemed that she no longer understood Persian. I said in Persian: You wanted to know something about paintings? She no longer noticed Persian language. In my mind, I tried to retrieve the English language and say my sentence in English. It was difficult. But she did not understand my sentence in English. In the end, I did not understand what she wanted to say about the paintings. I could not ask her a question clearly.