I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.
Dreamed I was ill. I was told on the phone I had a probleem with my heart, lungs etc. Something was said about a heart transplant. I was stunned to hear it and started to cry.
On a sail boat with family in the ocean a powerful storm came(at night) with huge tidal waves crashing and spinning my boat all around tidal wave after tidal wave some 20 or 30 feet tall hit the boat and flipped and rolled it over as water was pouring i had only 10 sec to take a breath as we rolled over and over gasped for air only letting a small amount out and taking in water to my lungs as we turned up right and the water drained out i could see light but the storm was not over yet so i ran out side to try and secure my boat with a friend the tidal waves kept on coming and finely one knock me way away from my boat and family when i realized what had happen i looked up and saw the biggest one yet a 100 footer and i look around for a safe place and just saw tidal waves all around so i ran into a out house ( bathroom) with the friend and waited for the impact when it all changed im now stepping out the shower and drying off like i just got finished with my shower and everything is bright and sunny and my family is there and every is telling me that ever thing is going to be ok then i realized that non of us had made it threw the storm we had all died
I dreamt that my ex- girlfriend and I got back together and had a baby, and it seemed like we were happy. But toward the end of the dream, I realized it wasn't the woman I was with to this day and I yelled "NO" at the top of my lungs. When I woke up, I was holding my girlfriend and pretty close to tears. What does this mean?
I was at my work, which is a daycare and I went to go get something out of the arts and crafts room. But when I went into the room it was completely dark and for some reason I just realized I wasn't in the arts and crafts room even thought clearly opened the door for the arts and crafts room. Then all of the sudden I heard a little girls voice saying " you're not suppose to be here." But I didn't see her. Somehow I knew what this girl looked like in my mind though. So I walk out of the room and I'm no longer in the daycare. I'm in this dark hallway that looks like maybe it belongs in an abandoned warehouse or maybe some sort of old abandoned underground building. I start walking down this hallway and all of the sudden I'm in my aunts house. Then the lights go out and it's completely dark except for a little moonlight coming through the windows. I started screaming at the top of my lungs because somehow I knew something was about to come out and hurt me and for some reason I just knew it was going to be that little girl. Then I woke up.
It was a bunch of my friends hanging out. And then Mary comes over and everything is cool. Well then my friend Jason says something mean to Mary and Mary flips the freak out! Like screaming at the top of her lungs. And Jason is trying to be tough guy so he doesn back down and says another smart comment. So Mary walks over and smacks the poop out of Jason. We'll Jason gets up like he is going to hit Mary so I step in and hold him back while Mary just keeps screaming. Well then while I'm holding Jason back I'm trying to get Mary to call down but I guess she doesn't like what I said so she smacks me. Well then while I am trying to talk to her she keeps yelling "I am not crazy" and is just hitting me over and over so I grab her and tell her to calm down and keep telling her she is not crazy but she keeps hitting me so I yell "STOP! LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING!" So she stops and I look her in the eyes and we are like having like the most intense starring contest ever. Well in the middle of the staring Mary like twitches and then she is nice and calm. So we walk our separate ways and she goes and sits down. Well then while everything is calm Jason says another smart comment about Mary but doesn't know that mary can hear him. But everyone in the room can see that Mary hears him. So Mary gets up walks to Jason and literally smacks the living daylight out of Jason. I mean like he should have died. Well then Jason gets up again and I hold him back. And Mary is screaming like bloody murder. And then I woke up.
Driving in the car with my father and brother in California. Going up and down hills and I was feeling sick because I hate car rides. I felt like I was in a roller coaster and I hate rollercoasters. We went through clouds and we finally arrived at the hotel where I saw my mother and godmother. My dad decided to take me and my brother back out for pizza when all of a sudden an earthquake occurred. I scream to the top of my lungs and didn't know what to do. No one was responding to me.
I had a nightmare and tried to wake up by saying the Lord's prayer. I woke up and went back to sleep. I was half asleep when my friend tried to undress me and have sex with me. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a camcorder. I knock it out of their hand. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and feel frightened. I am scared. I try to go back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. My friend and I are cuddling. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out because of my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.
I woke up from a nightmare. I was half asleep when my friend tried to hook up with me or take advantage of me while I was asleep. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a video camera. I take it out of their hand and throw it. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and freak out about what happened. I try to make myself fall back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out from my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.
I was about twelve, and my mother was gone, I don't know what happened to her, but my dad was there. We were in Georgia living with my dad's mother and my aunt. My dad and I had to go to Connecticut for me to get a IQ test that was only offered in Connecticut and I needed transcripts for my new school. We got to Connecticut and we were driving a UPS truck around. When we arrived at the testing location, my dad wasn't allowed inside of the building, so I went in and wandered around lost for a while until a man pointed me in the direction I needed to be going. When I was finished, I quickly sped out of the building and to my dad in the UPS truck. I hopped in the back where the packages go, and a cop came up and grabbed my dad. I saw him flail under their restraints, and they cuffed him and took him away. I was suddenly back in Georgia in a wood panel house quivering beneath my aunt and grandmother. I explained to them what had happened and they didn't want to believe me, so they hit me. I heard from the other something calling my name in an eerie way. “Brittany...” “Brittany...” I went into the room to see a bunch of internal organs: kidneys, livers, lungs, and many many others. They were floating in the air, and talking to me. A gallbladder and kidney shut and locked the door, and then they started speaking to me. “Your father created us.” “He said he was going to set us free.” “He said he was going to make us real.” I was quivering and crying, and I didn't know what to do. “We're keeping you until we get free.” I knew I had to think fast, but I didn't know what power these things could really have. I started talking on my feet, “Give me a week. My father is gone, but if you give me one week, I'll get you out of here. I'll get you out, and you can do whatever you want.” The contemplated sounding maniacal and dangerous. The door opened, and I left, making sure to shut it, so the organs wouldn't get out. I locked the doors, and I was crawling through the walls. I connected a line to the room that filled it with water to drown the organs. Then I filled it with poisonous gasses, and I was sure they were dead.
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