I usually make it to a clearing just beyond the trees before the people giving chase catch up to me. Sometimes I'm with two other people, but it's dark and can only see the silluetes of them running in front of me. I have no idea who they are. The scariest times are when I'm alone. This is a rough sketch of what I'm seeing.
I don't remember every detail and this might be a little. wierd. here I go. I remember sitting at a table. And as I watched this guy enter my house. I grabbed a gun off the table. I shot at him but missed. he just laughed. shot my whole family in front of me. I woke up. 2 hours later I fell asleep. i was tracking this man. when I found him I took a toothpick and stabbed his eye. i pushed the toothpick so far in his eye it stabbed his brain. help?
Me and my older sistee went to the pharmacy with lots of medicine with an orange label.Then we went to a small fancy restaurant with a golden shandeliers and fancy golden tables. Then I went to school and the other classes are going to have group study in their houses and then after school I saw a radio ad of a detergent the I go search of it and the detergent ad was actually from march 21 1 9 9 8 and the music copied from a military anthem then there are ants in the cabinet making a spider web look like snow and there are also ants in my bedroom making a web that looks like dna and ants our everywere then a peanut butter ad which is there is 2 kinds of ending and the first ending was ended only With a U Logo and the second one there is a kid making a peanut butter hand print and shaped like a U.
This has been my third visit to the dark neighborhood in my dreams. Around me are people lounging around in lawn chairs, kids walking around and talking with friends, and others taking out their trash. Bright lanterns and porch lights are on throughout the neighborhood. Meanwhile, a colossal brown bear is grappling with me and chasing me around while I continue to dodge it. This all goes on in the neighborhood while the huge aggravated bear continues to try biting my arm. A person on the other side of the large animal suddenly appears, and they have a red cloth to distract the bear as if they were fighting a bull. My dream skips around here, and now I am standing by a couple people who are sitting in lawn chairs out on the grass. The main focus is on a girl with ebony hair, black eyes, and angled cheekbones. My brain somehow connects that she was the bear and that she's a shapeshifter. I was making conversation with my new friends. The shapeshifter said I was outgoing, and this pleased me because I had never been called this before. I responded that I was only usually like this when I wanted to be humorous. I keep wondering why I've made so many visits to the dark neighborhood.
It was dark & I could only see cracks of red. I pushed on what seemed like a wall where the red was coming from & it crumbled & I sat up and there was a field of flowers around me. A stream of bubbles & clear ribbons came from above me & greeted me. Flowers bloomed around me. I walked to a lake where I was able to walk across water lillies & I danced to a distant sound of a guitar & flute. It was just so happy & it seemed like the world was just happy for me to be there. It ended with me running my hand across the water then the air picked me up and I was flying. Nice change from nightmares.??
Last night, 6/21/17, I had a dream that I was in a house that I did not recognize, it seemed to be set in the early 1900s. I was with this little boy. It was well known that he was dangerous yet I was playing with him anyway. Suddenly he came towards me with a knife. First I assumed that he was simply jokeing around and firmly asked for the knife just for the knife to slide into my head. I didnt cry I was simply in shock and could feel every bit of the knife within my head. a woman that appeared to be a nanny of some sort quickly calleda a 3 digit number, some special code specifically given for the incidents that occur with this...demonic boy. I went out the top window and found my self on the street looking to the house. a doctor looked over my injuries as my mother worried beside me. I called my boyfriend saying that I was going to the hospital, he lives a state away. He simply thought that I was kidding. While be looked over by the doctor it was found that there wasnt just a knife that had sliced through my head, I looked as though I was falling apart with slice upon slice onf my upper arms. I woke up to a headache.
Once I dreamt that I was in a bedroom in a cabin and I awoke to find a black panther scratching outside my window. I was awed at first, but then became very fearful. It saw me move and leapt to the other window to get a better look at me. There was a dog tied up in the distance growling and barking at it to help me. I called for my mom saying "There's a jaguar! Come here and it might be intimidated!", but she just tried to give me slightly exasperated advice, so I had to muster up the courage to start roaring like a bear (almost turned into a bear) until I moved into the next dream. What does this mean?
Somehow catbeyond from Intagram shrinks, slowly, to something the size of a small troll doll. I can see her lying beside the bed. “Engorgio!” I call over her, using the Harry Potter spell. She grows back to normal size and I resume my job between her legs. She has a single large labia in an arch form, but with a shape like a ruffled Elizabethan collar, sticking out a few centimetres like starched fabric. But it’s wonderful and sweet. I’m enjoying myself so much that she is cumming before I know it.
I was at a desk in an old '80s style office when someone came to see if I was interested in a new job opening. The office was old and messy and had wires everywhere. The guy who came over was an old colleague of mine. Eventually I was on the phone with my old boss and he said the opportunity was really big and perfect. More leadership than subject matter. A lot of money. I felt really conflicted and didn't know what to do.
I was in Brasil and I kept trying to communicate with this really cute guy, I wanted to kiss him and he seemed to want the same... I spoke English and he looked at me in a funny way... than his mom was talking to me, saying something about being his girlfriend... I was ashamed cause I was speaking the wrong language...
Looking around really confused, asking people and yelling where and who am i, Flash ended up looking at a Mirror or some kind of water Portal mirror some type, looking at myself different looks and background, Suddenly I'm talking to a woman and she was saying Life and she kept repeating it Life. life, she got louder, but i seen a big Flash and I'm standing on a glass cement or glass something and i hear my name Xander and it was a boy and a guy and i randomly woken up.
In my dream, surprisingly, I passed the front of the school's bathroom. All the portraits that I have drawn from the person of my favorite face, to this day, were installed on the wall there. I was sad to see them. In the dream, I also had a mental crisis. And seeing his paintings could make me feel more sad. The paths and school stairs were very large. Parts of it were semi-finished. There were many students and professors. One of the professors was one of my psychological friends. One of the staff at the school is a nihilistic graphic artist, whom I've seen repeatedly in my dreams. A siren sounded. It seems that the country is in war. And now, they are seeking a search for the spies. Everybody went upstairs. Where to have more security. On the staircase, I stopped. Something attracted my attention. The large portraits covered the hall up to the wall. I did not go upstairs. I just looked at paintings on the wall. Although I knew that I painted those paintings, I was surprised. All of them were portraits of the person I liked. In fact, I have not portrayed something like these super portraits. And now I have a keen interest in portraying something like that. These portraits were drawn with a background similar to the Galaxy. His face was depicted using stars and constellations. However, the color properties and the way of coloring were completely lyrical. The way of face-painting was such that, only I knew, this is the face of him. And if he saw the paintings, he would recognize his face. In fact, I have not portrayed him for a long time. I'm very sad. And there is no reason to paint his face. At the same time, he is still the most persuasive figure for painting. In the dream, I thought to myself: many professors know him, if he realizes that I still paint from him, I am very embarrassed. I can not go to school anymore. I was also busy watching the portraits that one of the staff members of school dropped by me. He asked: is this painting your job? He referred to a portrait that I had painted a young boy's face some time ago (not the one I love) I looked at the portrait. Not very skilled. I said yes! The lounge was quiet and everyone had gone to the shelter. I was alone in the school building. Insecurity soon killed me. The soldiers walked in the hallways with artifacts, and they were all susceptible to everything. They eventually arrested me. In fact, in the next few weeks, I have the chance to draw up six great portraits. I liked that he is one of my models. But if I paint a picture of her face, I can not publish it. Because I hate him.
I'm walking around in a big city and then all of a sudden I'm running saying this is not real, then flash looking around yet again and seeing people looking at me and trying to get my attention, i wake up on stairs wooden stairs what it looks like, and hearing my grandmother's voice it's a gift, its a gift, then i randomly started screaming and a hand came down and i woke up. scary actually, don't know bad or good.
I have always had dreams like most people sometimes too many dream. Not really remember much detail about this specific dream or should I call it nightmare . I feel like I have it saved in back of my head not wanting to remember it, with a lock and can't quite find the key nor combination. Yes am scared that maybe one day I will remember such nightmare that not only once nor twice but several more times I dreamed of.
I was at school and we heard a voice or song play. Anna-Maria told me it surely was a bomb. Then she said that we're probably standing right above it now. I hugged her really hard as we waited for the bomb to explode. When it exploded, I didn't see anything and I felt no pain. But I could feel my body fly through the air and I was painfully aware of every moment. Suddenly I was at a hospital, alive. We were healed with magic. One person at the school knew about the bomb before it exploded. He looked like Edwin. It had to be big enough to kill everyone, but small enough to not be detected.
I told Tilda I needed to write down my dream before I forgot about it. She was angry because she wanted to hang out. She'd talked about her psychiatrist and I'd asked, suprised, why she went to therapy. She told me she didn't go there anymore, but he showed up at her moms workplace and told Tilda to think about the advice he gave her. The dream I wrote down was about my other friend, Anna-Maria, and how she ignored me because she had a new best friend. I was sad about it, especially that she didn't let me get involved. I also drank wine at the bus and got lost among a ton of busses.
I was at an art museum. It was a really tall building and every art room was thin slice of floor where your feet barely fit because it was so thin. There was a fence there too at the same hight as a schampoo bottle. On the otger side, a pit.The paintings were on the wall and I never saw how they looked like, but they had nice golden frames. There were something else on the wall too.I was terrified and could eventually not go any further. I asked someone who worked there if people ever died and he said it only happened once. Then I asked if I could work there because I really needed a job.
I was out at sea with a group of friends, and not very far from shore. My love interest, we'll call him Andrew, was amongst the group. I had that agonizing feeling of wanting to talk to him but I couldn't get anything out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a storm hits and scatters the entire group, except for me and a few others. As the hours pass by, rescuers haul people onto shore, and the injuries on each person worsen as time passes. After a few hours, the rescues become more and more sparse. I search frantically for Andrew. I run crying hysterically across town and yelling his name to no avail. I find a bunch of other guys named Andrew who insist that they're the one I'm looking for. I rush into the ocean despite everyone's warnings that I'll be killed by the storm. I have to find Andrew. I'm not going to leave the beach until I find Andrew and I am convinced that I will die trying.
The third dream was by far the best. I started out in the park and It was kinda like my mom, big brother and I were taking a tour. (On vacation or something) We left the group unnoticed. I was like "Hey, it’s a nice bench." I immediately recognized the bench from somewhere but I know that I have never seen the bench in real life. My brother was like " You made that bench." (I had a memory of making this bench that I never had before) We left. And suddenly, I'm walking outside with my mom, my two aunts, and my two little cousins. Outside was covered by a blanket of snow, and about 85% of this place (that was obviously a park) was ice. A frozen ocean. I was walking on ice, I looked down and I started to jog because I didn't want to break the thin ice. Some people were skating, some were walking, and some had fallen through the ice and were swimming. I looked down again and as I tried to jog around everything, the ice underneath my feet started to break. So I jogged a little faster, until I saw that the thin ice underneath me was cracking in circles under my feet. If I were to stop for just a second I would fall. So, I kept running. I was focusing on the ice and the second that I looked up, I saw an ocean. An ocean that was not frozen, but I was still standing on the part that was frozen. Half frozen and half not but it was formed like a beach (ice on the bottom and water on the top acting like a shore). I had realized that I was still running and there was a giant wave a few miles in front of me. I stood in shock, trying to run away. It took a few seconds because I was still running on ice. My heart started to beat faster and I was having the time of my life. No matter how scary the wave looked, for some reason, I knew that everything would be alright. The only time that I thought about the wave or worried about it was when I saw it. The second that I looked away, I was having a blast. So I ran. Still on thin ice, I look up and see my Aunt and my little cousin slowly walking on the ice as if it were concrete. I yelled “Don’t go that way!”, but they only stared at me in confusion. I finally got to a more sturdy ground. And for some reason, my mom had challenged me to parkour XD (I went along with it). The teams were me and my little cousin vs. my mom. So we *******:). And I remember this very clearly, I went to a place that looked like a shop. Like a boat, it had a place at the top of it were you could see inside but instead there were no windows (no glass). These were very large windows that were only on the top of the store. I put my hands on the bottom of the frame, even though I knew that I probably won't make it to the railing on the other side, I jumped straight through it. Barely making it over the railing, (which shocked me, because I thought that it was impossible) I look to my cousin. He had been following me and I totally forgot. He glared at me and shrugged his shoulders. The slick little boy had found another, easier and smarter way to climb down. I looked to my right and found that my mom was standing down stairs in front. She was asking me if I’m not “cool” enough to swing from the fan. I was confused. She then jumped on the ceiling fan like a crazy person and for some reason I felt like I should have thought of that Idea first. XD (I woke up) P.S: “Can I break Lauren’s (me) canoe and give you one? - Little Cousin (being asked to my mom) What does this mean? thank you
Note: I am a lucid dreamer, and I have been this way for years. Last night was the first time I have had a non-lucid dream that I can remember in years. The dream also includes an abandoned apartment complex in the "ghetto" that has a playground (with random slides and escalators) that sways like it will fall down, a place I have only dreamed about once and it was a nightmare. This is what I can remember from the dream: I was listening to music in a trashy room with boxes when I heard a knock on my door. I looked outside through the window to see a tour bus crashed and broke down out front. I went to the front door and opened it up to see a group of celebs standing there I did not recognize. They asked to stay until they got picked up. I told them this was my friends place and I was leaving soon, but sure, you can stay. They sat down in the living room and talked while I cleaned the whole place. I went to my room and began packing up. Some of the celebs and my friend (who i didn't recognize either) walked in and listened to the music I was listening to. They looked puzzled and then I realized who they were as I was listening to one of their songs, i was shocked and accidently dropped a heavy box on one of their feet almost breaking it. I helped wrapped it up to support it and then another celeb walked in and demanded we go to the playground. We agreed to and walked up these bridge like stairs to the playground. Me and one celeb ran towards the playground when I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at a broken escalator that was struggling to go the opposite way it was meant to. I looked over and beside it was another escalator going the same way but perfectly fine. I then turned around and everyone was gone. The playground than began to crack and sway really bad. I woke up after this. I have a feeling it means something because of how strange it was, especially being my first non lucid dream in years. I only remember it because I jolted of out my sleep scared after the last part of the dream. I can not explain how creepy it was. But still, I have no idea what it could mean. What do you think about it?
With the ease of a spirit, I enter a hermetically sealed bathroom via a single tile in the wall. In the bath sits an innocent little girl, playing with a narrow water hose emanating from the wall. A steady trickle of water flows from the hose, filling the bath gradually. With a father like sense of concern, I interrupt her naive play to warn of the ensuing danger. Explaining that the only way to stop the water is with a finger on the hose's end. She looks at me and smiles. Empathetic fear overwhelms my senses, as I spirit out of the sealed room - knowing her fate is sealed.