I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt the nastiest lugie that I have ever had in my throat. Gathering up as much of it as I could it felt bigger then a regular one, and tasted like iron too. I spit it out and its a huge blood clot. As I look in the sink, disgusted and worried, I feel a warm trickling down my thighs, its blood. It was the beginning of October and I wasn't expecting my period yet, and anyways my flow was never this heavy. The flow seemed to get heavier and the clots bigger then it hit me, I was having a miscarriage...
I don't know how we eventually got to this place but these people at this facility were trying to eliminate half of the population by killing all of the moms. So my mom, dad, sister, and I were sent to this place. We were separated from each other and we all knew of my mom's impending death. They told us we couldn't listen to music, play, laugh, or anything. One time in this dream a girl from another family was about to shower with suave shampoo but the guy running the place saw her and took her shampoo, replacing it with L'Oreal. One time in the dream my mom, sister, and I were allowed to be together so we had dinner and went to a store where we were told we could buy whatever we wanted. My sister kept getting a bunch of llama stuffed animals. There’s was also a part where my mom had two movies and asked if I wanted to watch Moonlight or Green Book, I chose Green Book. I now know why the guy was being so nice to us, they were about to kill our mom. They even let us listen to Crazy Frog on someone's old iPod. Then they took my mom while we were dancing and put her down in this large, metal tank. My sister and I were told that we could say goodbye so we climbed down into the tank with her. I said goodbye but when we were just about to leave I decided that if she dies, then I die too. I stayed in the tank and my sister quickly followed behind me. My dad was above us and realized what we were doing so he climbed down and joined us. The guy was okay with killing all of us since he's trying to eliminate the population anyways so he closed the top and I guess burned us up. Side note: there was a part in my dream from the movie Requiem for a Dream where Sarah Goldfarb gets her “weight loss” pills for the first time. I guess I really love my mom.
Walking on glass between two skyscrapers made of glass and having a fear of crossing over to the next glass tower but overcoming that fear And Donald trump was in there and there was a city underneath the glass and then there I was on this crew ship there were sharks in the ocean
I was waiting for a lift from a guy I used to work with. He had a brand new jeep, which I was surprised about. We started cutting up through this dead end street, through a park to main traffic & his wife was in a brand new BMW across from us. I was asking how they could afford such cars but he couldn’t hear me. We pulled up outside a bungalow that had loads of plants and bushes planted outside. I felt so relieved that the cars were his parents (this house must have been theirs).
In the first part of the dream I was time traveling back to the past to find something. I think I was mostly accompanying someone else that was on a mission to get some kind of information. We traveled by our car and key, I think. We ended up in a McDondald's. It must have been the 60's. There was a sing on one of the tables about how the young lady who frequently sits there is single and needing a good suitor. It was written by the woman's father. It made me angry and I started talking about how he should mind his own business and people were starting to stare. My traveling companion quieted me, because we were not to be drawing attention to ourselves. The menu was different. There was pizza on it! I was really nervous about what to order, because a lot of it seemed so different, but I got a cheese burger, but we didn't get to eat there, for some reason. We had to leave. I took them home and reheated the food to eat with my family. In the second part of the dream I was looking for some clothing and a house. I wanted to go shopping, but the people I was going to go with were taking a long time to get back to me to go. When we finally got to the store it was really late, so I though we might just grab some home improvement items and go. The people that I was with (various family members) didn't want to do that. I didn't want to buy jeans, because I had lost weight after all, so I didn't need them. I walked around and looked through this store, and didn't find anything all that interesting. But, when you got to the back of the store there was this doorway that you walk through where there was a whole entire community of model homes staged for buying and other home improvement items. It was bright and sunny and just expansive. I don't know where it ended. I kept wandering in and out of this place waiting for my family to be finished shopping, but they seemed to be shopping all night. My son was so irritated and I felt so disrespected. Somehow we finally got done and picked a new house. It was not the one I wanted, but I thought it might do for a transition home. We were all staying in this temp home that we were borrowing from this house store while we got the actual home set up. It was hard, because somehow my animals, and even other people's animals kept making potty messes everywhere, which is not a common thing. It was really embarrassing. No one seemed to be on the same page and it was all chaotic. My husband had an extra washing machine and it was in the way, just that sort of messy chaos. I will have to think on this dream, because there is a lot of symbols here and it's a strange one to interpret.
Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday. Dream #: 19,025-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. My conscious self identity is absent. I am unsure of my implied age, but I am back in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978. I remain in my bedroom. It seems to be late morning. A gray military jet flies over the house from north to south. Its flight path is so low that I can see the details of its underside. However, my viewing of it would not have been possible in reality, as I would not have been able to see its path above the roof of the carport let alone through the north windows of my room from a distance. (Only orange trees and not much sky would have been visible.) There is likely the common but indirect x-ray vision perception in dream space. For a short time, there is also the vague awareness of windows to the south (a fictitious feature). This event happens a second time. I have no recall of my parents or their passing or my current life. Later, I look out the west windows. There are several random vehicles parked north of the house, moved from their original locations, possibly because of roadwork and perhaps the construction of commercial buildings. (The area is more like part of a city rather than being rural as it was in real life.) The work seems to be occurring quickly, because when I look out the window again, our front yard has a line of vehicles oriented from northwest to southeast, ending close to where the windows of the southwest bedroom would have been. It is ridiculously intrusive, but I do not feel stress. The first vehicle (closest to Highway Seventeen) is a white semi-trailer truck with its trailer, facing away from the house. A blue USA mail van is one of the vehicles closest to the house (though the closest one remains unseen), facing towards it. There are several other vehicles, mostly commercial, though there is a dune buggy near the mail van as well as a cement mixing truck. I notice that the front yard is completely paved over (as with a parking lot) rather than being a lawn. Although this seems curious and unfamiliar, I do not question anything. I anticipate that the trucks will probably soon no longer be present. In a short time, the work will continue south, and the front yard will likely be lawn again as well. Vestibular system correlation is not inherited here but projected, as my infra-self remains passive. The jet flies over my bedroom twice, but the process does not match my illusory state of awareness, resulting in the manifestation of enigmatic space rendering as a parking lot, displaying how my physical body does not move as I sleep. The mail van is possibly a factor of the interconsciousness, yet may also only (or additionally) represent communication between my dream self and conscious self identity as showing me my body is “parked” in bed. (I am in bed in my dream looking out my windows.)
Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday. Dream #: 19,025-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. I find myself with a magazine. I am looking at a two-page spread that features Marvel trading cards in what may be a 5 x 5 layout on each page. (The size orientation varies. At one point, the imagery seems miniature.) Zsuzsanna is with me. The location is unfamiliar but implied to be our present home. After looking at the pages, I briefly watch a scene from a movie on television. Tigra appears. There is a distortion, and now there is a female character who seems to be implied to be in a costume with snow leopard attributes. While again looking at the pages, I feel their surface, suspecting that a real card may be over the image of one and “hidden,” blending in with the layout. I discover that there is a card taped over an image. (They do not match.) It is in the middle of the top row on the left-hand page. It is taped only at the top, facing down. I carefully peel the top of the trading card from the adhesive tape. I do not want to tear the surface. Before I see its number, Zsuzsanna informs me that card number 17 is the only one we are missing. The new card turns out to be number 17. My dream self (in subliminal space, in so-called non-lucid mode) exhibits control by creating something “real” out of an image based on expectation. That happens often. People who promote that lucidity is a requirement for dream control have no credibility.
I lived in an alternate dimension where you're still allowed to go to school after you graduate and do stuff for the fun of it. Nothing counts for/ against you. I was very busy for a few weeks and unable to attend. I came back and I went into Mr. Otterstedt's class and he gave us these little pieces of glass with some kind of instructions. We had laptops💻in there too. We were to decorate these little pieces of glass however we want. Destiny Chambers made her's all spring🌼style. Peter sitting sext to me made his all relevant to shutting down foreign dictators around the world🌎. After about a minute of deciding. I decided to give mine a neon, futuristic 80's theme. I went on and looked for some 80's font. I didn't really care what it said. I wanted something completely random along the lines of Vice, Shiv or Last man. I woke up right as I was about to give it Shining Hot pink aesthetics.
I picked it up and moved down to a white marbled counter. I sat the baby down and the teeth began to grow tremendously fast. They almost appeared to be antlers growing about six inches on either side of its mouth. The baby was now about the size of a toddler. It crawled over to the wall and began pressing his “teeth” against it. I knew it was trying to feed. I turned it to look at me and said “No humans. Never any humans!” We turned to leave and approached the steps leading down from the agency/court to the street. By the time we hit steps (she—it was now a she) was about 5 or 6 years old. I looked down and to my right and there was a sorrel colored horse facing away from us on the steps. I knew she was going to bite it. It was then that I knew for sure I had to get rid of her. My husband and I took her to a kiddy jail. There they found her real parents. Her father was dead but I knew the evil charms were from him. The mother was there on the street, she was frumpy & fat and unkempt looking. “Don’t judge me” she said as she turned her back to me and walked away. I didn’t say anything but I wondered just what those two did to turn those sweet kids into killers. I wanted to tell her that and to be carful with them because they’re great and sweet but very very hurt.
I told my husband that he (the bird baby) was somehow attached or part of me. He didn’t believe me. “Watch” I said and I changed shirts and the stripes on the bird changed colors to match me. I did this several times and finally my husband believed me. “We have to get rid of it” he said. “Ok” I said and the bird transformed back into a baby. We wrapped it in a blanket and took it to some sort of agency. It was a place where people could turn in unwanted children, It was very busy. A judge sat behind an extremely tall and big wooden desk. I made my way forward and placed my baby on the scale and looked to the judge, she didn’t seem to notice me “OK” I said. She then looked at me and said “What?! Is this some kind of Joke or something?” she was extremely angry “What?” I asked in confusion. “There’s nothing there!” she yelled pointing at the scale. I couldn’t believe it, I was shocked. I looked down at the baby and saw the baby had weight, the scale proved it. It was then I realized that the baby was invisible—no one else could see it. As I picked it up off the scale it opened it’s mouth and revealed long overgrown canine teeth. I sighed but felt some relief as I picked it up because now I knew what it was—it was a vampire.
After wandering for awhile we went back to the car, in the back seat I found two guns the boys had left behind. One looked like a toy so I picked up the other one, pointed it into the parking lot which was filled with people milling about, took aim at an unoccupied spot and fired. The people near the area where I shot were dressed in blue jeans, tee shirts, black combat type boots and jerseys on over top which identified them as SWAT team members. I asked one “Hey did that really shoot bullets” He bent over and looked at the ground “yep, it took a big chunk out right here” I then asked him if he would help me look for the killer kids, he said “nope I can’t, I’m not really SWAT, we’re here with HBO.” Some how we found the kids and took them home but now the two had turned into one baby. I put him to bed then went in to watch TV with Ed. After awhile I went in to check on him but when I pulled back the covers to see him he was writhing around and transforming into a stuffed plush heavy bodied land bird (like a dodo bird) and he was quite violent and kept biting me. I couldn’t believe it. I took it into where my husband was and threw it on the floor. My husband didn’t seem to notice; he handed me a wooden box. I opened it and inside, nestled in purple velvet, were a brunch of charms. I knew these to be Wiccan but one was a “left hand”charm, I knew these were really bad. I turned the box over, a purple metal rectangular tag was affixed to the bottom and on were inscribed the words “Central Michigan University”. I was horrified and scared & I threw it down. Panicked I said “this is evil! No wonder those kids are so screwed up!”
We were in the car and my boyfriend asked me to marry him. He gave me a black and silver watch that matched his, I was pleased but thought—I’ve got one of my own that is almost exactly like that. He turned to me and said “If I don’t leave now I’ll be late for the election, I’m going to be mayor” I said “but I thought you were just a landscaper w/ no money. He laughed and said “You’re worth more than that, I’ll do better for you.” I was very happy and proud and knew this would be a good marriage. (Lost a bunch of the dream) We were searching for the killer kids. We searched for them at a gathering or festival of some sort. When we first walked in there were a bunch of people in front of me between myself and a stage where a woman, every inch of her body heavily tattooed, had her hands tied behind her back & stood naked except for a black cape. It was difficult to detect that she was naked because she was so covered with tattoos. A man had his hand on her shoulder while he addressed the crowd. He lifted one of her breasts and let it fall. I was strangely fascinated. He then began demonstrating various torture techniques on her and giving the history of some of the tools he was using. He laid the woman down on her back and held up a shiny three pronged claw (it looked like a garden tool) and began pressing it onto her legs and dragging it all over her body, she was bleeding but never uttered a sound or any protest. After watching transfixed for minutes I said we had to go and look for the kids.
I was sitting on a couch in an unfamiliar house but it was my house. I was watching TV with two other women. Suddenly a hole appeared in the ceiling above the wall opposite me and junk began falling through it. It kept up a steady stream then when it slowed two teenaged boys fell through on top of the junk. At gun point they took “us” up to the huge and now clean attic. They tied one down and drew a pentagram around her. The other they tied up with white rope and started swinging and dragging her around the attic. I knew they were going to kill us. When one of the boys got to me I started crying; gut wrenching sobs-the boy asked me what the problem was. I let him know it was my father, my father really hurt me. The boy looked really interested & empathetic. I said “look here; look at all these stab wounds and cuts on my arms—he did that.” The boy then became sad. I knew he had turned into a killer because he too had been hurt by his father. Then the two boys turned into very young boys—about 5 & 3. I became very concerned for them and I knew they weren’t really dangerous anymore. My boyfriend and I discussed the situation and decided that we had to find another home for them. (Lost some sequence here)
Several unknown ghosts in my bedroom that only me and my son could see. My son was weirdly younger than he actually is. Strange people came to ask us about what we saw. They ended up separating us and implanting something in our faces and drugging the both of us. But I wasn’t me. They took us from our home and we lived in this strange place. Like a lab or compound where they continued to drug me in hopes of making me forget everything. I did see my son sometimes and he was sick. Stomach ache. Throwing up. I ended up talking to a “nurse/receptionist” who gave me info she shouldn’t have and got in trouble for it. They locked me in a cell alone and drug me because I got caught asking her questions. There was a corkboard that was near my cell. I found a way to open the door when no one was around and saw that I had been leaving clues on small pieces of paper under a larger piece of paper. Names of procedures, people, places. Next thing I recall is being on the shore of a beach near the ocean and the water seeming to roll towards me. I was afraid but I stood there then all of a sudden I was in the air swirling around holding on to something not quite a cloud. I had to wake up it was such a weird dream.
I was going to a pizza store with my family. To get there we needed to cross a market filled with traditional Mexican candy and some jewelry. My little cousins were touching everything, trying to steal stuff, until they got caught by their mom and got a big punishment. When we arrived there I found a friend from my childhood who has a mental disorder, his name is Joser. He was like 2 meters tall! He said “I’m going to introduce you to my husband and it was another tall guy also with his disorder. Both of them hugged me and jump... I went so high I almost touched the sky! Afterwards I found a group that I used to go (a codependency meeting) this time, they were a lot of people I’ve met before. Half of the class was crying when I arrived, joser included. The teacher said “you will make teams to make a music video!” Half of the class wanted to be with me. I had a lot of ideas!! Hundreds of songs came to my mind. My dream ended when I left for one second and everyone was rehearsing without me.
So in my dream (With the Dolan Twins again), I was having a normal day at 6:00 PM. Then, my phone buzzed with a notification. The Dolan Twins had uploaded a video. I opened up the video and they were looking at virtual fanfic made by fans. Then I realized that one of the fanfics they were reading was mine! I wrote one of the things they were reading! Well, anyway, I was beyond shocked. Then my doorbell rang. I went out of my room to see who it was, since we were not expecting any visitors. My mom opened the door and there were standing the two Dolan Twins, very smiley and out of the 1 chance of almost 9 million people, decided to come to my house to come and eat dinner. I remembered feeling lightheaded because I was so shocked. But we carried on with dinner and they were telling jokes and memories and stuff. I remember having my friend, Chloe there, too. She wasn't watching them on Youtube, but she did think they were cute. So then the next day, we all (by all I mean my mom, my dad, me, Chloe, and the Dolan Twins of course) headed to the mountains and were playing games on the mountain top. Then here comes the weirdest part. I cussed. In front of everyone. No one really cared, but to me it embarrassed me because I don't usually cuss. But I was so embarrassed that I pinky promised Grayson that I wouldn't cuss again. He took my promise and winked at me. Then afterwards, my dad's business parter, whose name was Rick, invited us to his daughter's dance recital. His daughter's name was I think Aaliyah, but I'm not sure. Then we watched her do her recital and I remember Grayson winking at her like he winked at me. Her recital was a private recital, so it was in a small room with lots of windows like a loft, and sunshine beaming in. Anyway, so this dream turned about to be a lot longer than intended, but I had to share every detail. Can anybody help me out here, please? 😛
last night i dreams i was friends with Princess Bubblegum and Marcelline (adventure time) and they had a fight and i helped patch things up between the two of them. also Marceline was hungry and drank all the red off my brothers truck and turned it gray. my brother was angry with me because of that.
So I just remember from last night that I had a dream with meeting the Dolan Twin's big sister, Cameron. I was sitting in my house when I got bored and decided to search up Cameron Dolan. I found out where she worked so I flew over so I could meet her. In this dream I lived in Tampa. So I went to the SuperMarket (which is where she worked but anyway) and I went to an aisle and I saw Cam there loading the shelves with canned food. I walked over to her and said hi. We soon quickly became quick friends. I had taken lots of pics with her, and I had even introduced her to my second cousins. Around here my main topic of the dreams dies and I was with my family. Half my family's australian so I was visiting them. My uncle was smoking and he fell off a cliff and died. I didn't know what the heck this meant, so please help me!
I am cleaning my feet. I am rinsing water over my sandy feet. I have been living under water. This wasn't the ocean . I was living in a box full of water.It is a white box. A large shoe box. I wonder how I managed to fit inside this box. I wonder how long I was in this box. I do not remember ever going inside this box. This dream ends with me just looking at this box of water. Thoughts and feelings of surprise flood me as this dream ends.
Last night I had the weirdest and most confusing dream ever. I was in a beautiful art gallery and there was a man made of water next to me and he walk up to a police officer and tried to attack him. They talked for a bit and the man made of water disappeared. Next my mom was there a a she was talking to other people in the gallery. Then I saw the most beautiful girl ever. She had long purple hair, she was short, had big blue eyes, perfect skin and she was floating. Then suddenly she had a gun in her hand. The guards arrested her before I could talk to her. I was about to say how beautiful she was, and I wouldn’t normally do that, but then she was gone. I then woke up in a big building in a forest. I walk around and saw my mom again, she was petting a huge beast that looked like some kind of cat. It was about to attack her and she disappeared. I walked around some more and I was on a tight rope and there were kids trying to pull me into the river below. Then I was with a small group of strangers and I was looking for the girl I saw earlier at the art gallery. We came to a huge house. I was trying to get in and I felt like someone was behind us trying to kill us. We then got in and I waked around the house. There was tons of rooms and the were all very small. Then I came to a room with a window and I saw the girl. I ran to talked to her and when I got there she was different. She was and old women. I then started to think about how would never be able to talk to her and then I woke up. I have no idea what it means if it means anything at all. I’d love to hear what you think.
Me my dad and my mom were all driving in a car and I guess we were all ready in the middle of the apocalypse because we were trying to find a safe place to stay. So we were driving all over a town I've never been two and there were zombies everywhere so I told m mom the best place to go would be on top of a building but she wouldn't turn the car even though I was yelling at her for all the reasons that she should, and we ended up driving down town where we sall people who you could tell were doing drugs and they were just walking with the zombies like everything was ok, but we eventually picked up two people who needed help and we drove to a forest and made a camp site. Then all of the sudden I had a baby and a brother. Then all the sudden my point of view changed to my brother who was at my house in my closet picking out cloths for her since she was to big for the ones she had. And she was upset because she didn't like any of the cloths that she saw. An that's all i remember.
In the beginning I was with my 2 besties going to a trip on a bus. We were so excited! My grandma was also there feeling bad, she had a stomachache. We were walking in a park that had food and some attractions, we played some games to win some things for my grandma but she kept feeling Ill. Somehow, she went back home but we continued traveling. Back on the bus, we saw people from everywhere, there was loud music (like a party bus) we arrived to a restaurant, sat together an order meat... with onions. It tasted bad and it had a lot of fat, I found it disgusting but I ate it anyways. We were looking for the bus again, the 3 of us wore short dresses, and it started raining. We tried to cover each other and we lost Pame (one of my friends). We looked for her everywhere and nothing “maybe she’s is already in the bus” Jenny said, and she was right. The strange thing was that she got mad. Jennifer’s roommate appeared out of the sudden! He came with us and spoke Indian. We were like “WE DONT UNDERSTAND!” The. The bus crashed. I grabbed one of the tubes and hanged up like a monkey. I lost sight of my friends again. When I got out of there I was in front of a haunted house, I knew my friends were there ... I saw a sign that said “if you’re on your own go right, If you came with someone go left”. It was so confusing! If they came together they went to the left however I’m alone! While I was thinking were to go... an old math teacher screamed at me “Bao I need your help!” He showed me a list written with really ugly letter, that said “BEAUTIFUL THINGS TO SAY TO A WOMAN” he wanted me to fill it up however I didn’t know why to write. Last thing I remember was writing ‘you’re the perfect combination of sweet and sexy’
Morning of January 19, 2019. Saturday. Dream #: 19,024-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Many years of viable memory dissolve in my conscious self’s annihilation in the dream state as access to my unconscious mind is blocked by the preconscious to allow for rejuvenation in sleep. However, in eventually entering REM sleep, I do recall Zsuzsanna and her essence, though my dream implies we had not yet met (even though we have been married for over 20 years in reality). There is a backstory that we are to meet and possibly marry in North Korea. For a time, I am confused. Maybe it is meant to be South Korea. However, the main focus is on North Korea, and the map seems to imply an area near Singye County. Throughout my dream, I remain hesitant about going to North Korea. There are thoughts based on distortions of content from the American drama series “Colony” that we watched last night (though my dream self does not perceive the legitimate source), the second two episodes of the first season (“A Brave New World,” and “98 Seconds”). In my dream, I live in America, although there is no further definition of what region. I do not recall or consider the existence of Australia or that I have lived here for over 20 years, and I do not perceive Zsuzsanna as a lifetime resident of Australia. It seems that many tourists visit North Korea without problems, but there are rules. I read brochures about how tourists are expected to act. Eventually, I enter the [inherited non-linear vestibular system correlation] process of this dream. I board an airplane (a supposed jet airliner), though the layout is more like a bus, where the pilot, an unfamiliar man of about 30, sits in front of me. There are vivid and pleasant sensations of movement as the airplane taxis down the runway and rises into the afternoon sky. The pilot seems cheerful and confident. To my right, across the aisle and also at the front are two unfamiliar women in their thirties who start talking about misadventures with cockroaches. The pilot patiently asks them to stop talking, saying that it is breaking his concentration, though there is no feeling of imminent danger. I slowly and softly wake from this point. There is a stage where I hear his voice and feel the imaginary movements of the airplane, but there is no imagery. The pilot is the vestibular system simulacrum. The unknown females are factors of the interconsciousness. While the raw preconscious (and sometimes the interconsciousness) often dominates or “intrudes,” it does not typically do so in this type of process because I am closer to the subliminal anticipation of consciousness reinitiation and willing to re-establish the legitimate physicality of waking life. In some instances, the vestibular system avatar works against the dreamer, including when interconsciousness threads are present, while in other cases it works against interconsciousness threads as it does here. The determining cause seems to be ultradian rhythm as well as the incidental level of passivity in contrast to any willful intent of unhealthily sustaining sleep.
Ok so in this dream I am attending a usual night out that I go to IRL but at the after party 8 of us end up in two lines of 4, with a 9th member recording us. *Most of the people there are known to me IRL* However we are playing the trust fall game - where one person closes their eyes and falls backwards into the other person stood behind. One of the guys at these nights out IRL is the person who I am meant catch. *We had a couple of drunken kisses IRL but nothing more as he then started a relationship (which ended recently)* In the dream I caught him and the video was posted to social media which concerned me as my on / off boyfriend would see it. I ended up giving it a thumbs up and then woke up. But I wondered the significance of the dream and the game in relation to the person?
(Not my Picture) So every time I dream it’s about me bleeding but for some reason this most recent one sent me here. Last night’s dream: I was at my house and I was home alone then when I realized I was alone both of my eardrums busted causing them to pour of blood but I new I was dreaming so while my ears are bleeding I grabbed my phone looking up what this all means. As I was looking that up my nose started to gush out blood along with my ears. Then I woke up, searching for answers and I’m actually on the exact same app I was in my dream. I’ve had this type of dream for a week now and this is the first time it showed me this app. Any ideas on what it means?