Understand My Dreams

Dream of lime, torrent

Kickass proxy torrentz2.eu torrent 9 torlock lime torrents

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of lime in a dream

To dream of lime, foretells that disaster will prostrate you for a time, but you will revive to greater and richer prosperity than before.


 > Read more

Meaning of torrent in a dream

To dream that you are looking upon a rushing torrent, denotes that you will have unusual trouble and anxiety.


 > Read more

Similar Dreams

I was walking towards the dark school dressing room and when i entered i felt weak and dizzy. Then a boy with blonde hair, light eyes, a white suit with headphones around his neck appeared to my right side while i was hanging my jacket and seemed concerned about me. While I was still hanging my jacket, this girl from my class appeared to my left side and she complimented me, it was something to do with my clothing possibly, I didnt hear her so i asked her to repeat herself and she said "I wasn't complimenting your face, youre ugly" she said it with a smile. In the corner of my eye i saw my crush come in the dark dressing room. After i saw some of my make classmates come in the dressing room. Then a balck screen appeared for a milisecond. The dressing room had a warm light and there wasnt anyone in the dressing room except from two guys in the dressing room who seem to be fighting about something both guys had dark hair but one was taller than the other. I was witnessing everything while i was I was sitting on a big comfy pillow seat and a guy from my class appeared to my right side and saw my confused expression and smiled, he started explaining why they were fighting, and the reason involved something to do with someones brother having autism, after he told me i felt enlightened for some reason. it was probably a lesson for me and he helped me realise something in my life. Then a balck screen appeared for a milisecond again. the dressing room had a warm light and I was sitting on the same big comfy pillow seat and there were a lot of unfamiliar people inside the dressing room and i caught a glimpse of my crush. On the big comfy pillow i was sitting on, a few seats away i saw the same blonde boy who was concerned about me and i saw other guys and one east asian guy with glasses sitting with the blonde boy. Then a boy with a grey zip up hoodie, with brown short hair, hazel eyes, slightly tan skin came in and hugged the blonde boy and he also hugged me, it was kind of a group hug, and i told him i didnt know him and he said he doesnt matter he still wanted to hug me, i didnt know any of the boys including the blonde boy or his group, as a matter of fact, i didnt know anyone in the dressing room except my crush who was in the background. Then the grey hoodie guy sat between me and the blonde boy and i leaned on the guy with the grey hoodie's shoulder while he was playing some game on his phone and chatted with the blonde boy and the other guys, but despite leaning on the grey hoodie guy's shoulder, i was ignored by him and the other guys. Then in my dream it cut to this fantasy land that included the grey hoodie guy, blonde guy, the east asian guy with glasses & the rest of the guys running around the candy field freely and happily while i was recording them from the sky, kind of like in a movie.

It started out with a zombie apocalypse, I didn’t see any zombies I just knew it. I’m out in the hot summer run in a lush green forest, looking for food and shelter. There’s a rustle behind me and I turn, hunter’s knife in hand and it’s an older man with a little kid hiding behind him. They look hungry, hungrier than me. I ask him why dosent he try out for our district’s competition. Sure it’s a zombie apocalypse but we still had a form of government. And this one held a competition twice a year for the common people to live in the capital if they won, runner ups get food. We travel to the compound where it’s being held. Like a metal auditorium, small and the steel is surprisingly not boiling hot. I trained the little girl in preparation for the competition, I’ve grown close with her and her dad. Revealing I had competed when I was 16 and won. But now I was living as an outsider. The compound soon fills with families also competing. We get sat next to a redhead family, I can tell something is off with the dad by the way he sighs as he watches his young twin daughter play. We fill out paperwork as the 13 or so judges come in and take their seats. I recognized a few but one knew me. He smiles and tilts his head in a respectful way. I turn away feeling my face go red. First is the kids spouting off facts about our government. Next to compete are the fathers. They’re made to kill zombies, the red head father almost died. A zombie aiming for his neck, I kicked it away from me and the girls and the guy I’m with kills it. The night ends, the judges leave but we are made to sleep on the steel benches and dirt floor. There’s a small lamp, I remember someone once telling me the capital uses these little lamps to signal for electricity. Turning it off is considered a crime. I’ve competed before, I know what comes the next day. I know I’m the only one awake, I turned it off to give me an extra leg up in tomorrow’s competition. Then it’s tomorrow, everyone wakes. No one notices the lamp. The judges come back, the one I know personally gives me a smile as he sits. I hear whispers. The capital holds this event twice a year because they’re struggling to keep people alive in their secluded area. It’s true. I used to live there so I know it is true. I say nothing, no one can know I competed before. I need to help the little girl and her father, they’re my friends. It’s time to complete. I look over at the tired red headed father and know immediately what he is thinking. I whisper to him, don’t kill yourself, your daughters and wife need you. He looks surprised, I shrug and get down from my seat and stand near his wife. There’s a song we are meant to sing but the tablet with the lyrics isn’t working. There’s no electricity, I made sure of that. I know the default song, it’s the district’s anthem. They have us sing it while they wrote our scores. I sing soft for the parts I know I won’t get right and belt out the parts I know I can nail. This is how I was taught to sing. By the judge that I know. He looks proud I remembered his teachings from when I was younger. I hold back a grimace. They give us our scores, we have to add them together. There’s comments left next to the scores. I notice the judge I know left me a x8. I can multiply my entire score by 8 to get the highest score and win. He leaves me a flirty compliment. The dream ends before I can get my final score.

What did you dream of?