It was in a mansion..or at least, a very large house. There was a fight; I don't know what we were fighting about. It was me and a group of around 5 guys, maybe more, against this woman. None of these people have faces I could remember, neither did the lady. I remember running down the hallway and reaching the room where the guys were fighting in. None of us had guns, only knives (machetes and longer blades). I opened the door and fought with the guys. The woman was fierce. She fought hard. And suddenly, the fight was outside in a large front lawn. All the guys seemed to be on the back ground, in the back of the lawn. I was standing in front of the woman. She had a knife through her lower abdomen, only the handle was sticking out, yet she was still moving. We engaged in hand-to-hand combat, until she brought out a knife. It was a tanto point, quite long, like a dagger. She stabbed at my side, and I remember seeing the blade miss my body by inches. I had a serrated blade, and I cut her and tried to stab her back, but it was impossible. The blade would never go through. It would cut, but barely, like she was made of a harder material. When she fell down, I stumbled back and backed away from her. I didn't get it. She had a knife through her body and was still moving. She picked up a knife that was laying on the floor and threw it..aiming at me. I dodged and it missed. She kept trying to hit me with a knife. Suddenly, I noticed one of the guys next to me and trying to get me away. She threw the knife and we dodged. Then, she had a bow and arrows. She shot 2 arrows and they missed narrowly. In the dream, I told myself it wasn't true, it wasn't true. I didn't believe myself, but I managed to wake up.
At a party. it was a big party at a grand
venue or mansion, the kind where rich people
would have a wedding. it was for randy and i.
I think maybe my parents arranged it. everyone
i've ever known was there. family, friends, co
workers, even people i barely knew. Randy
wasn't there because i didn't tell him about
it because we agreed not to hang out that
night, and i figured he wouldn't be into it,
and i kind of wasn't either. i started to feel
a little guilty that he wasn't there, but i
figured it would be fine. i got really, super
drunk off white wine and stumbled my way
through a sea of random women i didn't know,
one which i thought was my old friend/co
worker heather hill. but it wasn't. they
rearragned the furniture before sitting and i
remember drunenly stumbling through them and
maing some joke about feng shui. then i went
downstairs, i had been hanging out on the
roof, but it was like a chill apartment
building roof. when i got in the elevator,
randy was there. i was surprised to see him
and asked why he was even there. he was
offended and was like of course i'm here, and
he was pissed i was drunk. he had his guitar
and said he had to go perform. i followed him,
drunk and upset, spilling my wine everywhere
begging him to not be mad and confused as to
why he was. the venue was decorated
beautifully. there were deep red decorations
everywhere, against a stark white backdrop.
tall ceilings, big windows. red hearts, red
roses. there was also punk rock decorations,
black and spikes and studs. i followed randy
outside but lost him. there was a sea of
people. it was a huge expansive outdoor area,
like what i imagine a country club to be like.
there was a little lake with a long dock, and
a gazebo, all white. i wandered through the
crowds, looked aaround, there were hundreds of
people everywhere and i couldn't find randy.
eventually i went back inside and down a
hallway and he was sucked behind a door. when
i found him he seemed unsurprised. behind the
door was a world renowed barber shop where he
had just gotten his hair cut. he had a black
mohawk and it looked amazing. it was stick
straight and shiny with red in it, and studs.
and it had some clipper work leading from it
onto his head. not sure of the design, but it
was piecy like leopard print or just a
geometrical design. he also had a rat tail
from the mohawk with silver accents. it looked
amazing. he was putting his shirt back on and
he looked at me matter of fact and solemn and
just said "i don't think this really has to do
with you being drunk" he was implying that we
had nothing in common. he said "do you want to
just call it quits and leave it at that?"
basically like, we gave it the old college try
but it just ain't working. my heart
immediately sank and i wanted to beg and cry.
i woke up crying
I am walking my schools hallways and everyone is the same height. i am walking on my knees comfortably and am as tall as everyone else.every now and then i stumble to my feet and am taller than everyone but its hard to walk on my feet so i fall back to my knees. i try again and can take a few steps but i fall back down again.
The dream started with me standing at the entrance to a forested park with some friends. When I learned that we were about to partake in a scavenger hunt, I was very excited as I knew this park well and announced that I had done scavenger hunts here before and knew all the good hiding spots. (I use the term "scavenger hunt" because that is what it was called in the dream, even though we didn't have a list to follow and were basically just looking for hidden items, more like an Easter egg hunt.)
I started out feeling very confident that I had an advantage and would be able to find everything easily. I looked in all my usual spots but was surprised to find that I wasn't having a lot of luck. I stumbled upon a collection of carefully laid out bones which looked a bit like the remains of a very large bird but the impression in my mind was that they were dinosaur bones. At this point my understanding was that we were hunting for light-coloured rocks so I picked a few out of the bones and put them in a paper bag that I was carrying. Then I noticed another, much smaller, collection of bones nearby which precisely resembled the larger arrangement.
Next I got down on my hands and knees to peer inside a hollowed out section of a tree stump and discovered a few more rocks close to the opening to add to my bag. I could see a deeper part of the hollow further back and, mostly unconcerned about insects and cobwebs, I reached my hand into the darkness. Suddenly an animal poked its snout out at me. It took me a minute to realize it was a bear, and then I noticed a small white ceramic bear figurine on a smaller stump nearby. That is when I realized my current strategy of assuming that whoever had done the hiding would have put things in the same spots I would think to look was not going to get me anywhere, and that in fact he had left clues in the form of smaller versions of the things I really needed to look at.
The next thing I noticed was a large shrub with two conspicuous cuts on its branches which resembled small tree stumps. Convinced this was another clue, I told everyone in my group that we should look for two tree stumps standing next to one another. At this point I encountered some skeptical resistance to my theory that the hider was leaving small clues for us and it was also starting to get dark so everyone wanted to quit and go home but I eventually convinced them to keep searching.
We all looked around for a while until I found two stumps on the backside of a knoll. Again, I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the space between them. I spotted some sparkly things which I retrieved and put in my bag, but I could see that there was much more in the area behind them so I worked on trying to find a way to get there. Around the left hand side of the stumps was a barbed wire fence which I tried to climb over but the barbs proved to be too much of an obstacle so I covered them with a piece of something like paper or cloth. This was still too challenging so I continued further around the enclosure until I found a tiny opening that I could squeeze through.
Once inside, the space appeared to be a small corral, fenced or walled in at all sides with a dry, dusty dirt floor and mostly covered with low tree boughs. Here I found many treasures, some out in the open and some located within hidden corridors whose openings were not apparent unless I looked very carefully. There were sea shells, trinket boxes, costume jewellery, carabiners and keychains, crystal and rubber balls, a huge stash of leatherwork that my sister had created, candy, pencil crayons, and long-forgotten toys that I had owned and played with as a child. At one point I discovered a series of three small silver triangles, all linked together in a chain, which were intended to be lined up like a puzzle ring and worn on one's finger. When I found this particular item, somehow I knew that Rob (my soulmate) had left it there as a gift for me.
There were so many wonderful things to collect that I ran out of room in my paper bag and was struggling to hold them all in my arms or to decide which things to leave behind. By this point the members of my group had evolved to include several children, plus my sister, who was trying to convince me to hurry up or quit so we could go home before it got too dark. She explained that we needed to divide all the loot up amongst the children and let them choose one by one which items they wanted to keep for themselves, but I argued that it would take too much time because there were so many things that had been found, plus there were nostalgic items from our childhood that she wouldn't want them to take anyway. I said it was better for us to just take everything home with us, sort through and divide it all up as equally as possible and then give each of the children a bag of treasures in the morning.
Somehow at this point the dream changed scenes and I was no longer in the forest but standing indoors near a concession stand of some sort. It may have been a coffee counter or a bakery. There were many people lined up for their turn at the register but I didn't want to get to the counter; I was trying to get to the wall of post office boxes behind it. I squeezed my way past the line up and the counter which I had to push out of the way a little, and then opened up the door to my mailbox.
Though the opening was small, the space inside was vast, and I could see that there were quite a few letters to collect. Most of them were flyers or envelopes addressed to my workplace but I kept hoping that there would be something fun for me as well, like a hand-written letter from a friend. As I looked around inside the box, I could see that some old letters from years ago had fallen through cracks or lodged themselves in the seams around the edges so I worked on getting those free. I couldn't reach a lot of the envelopes toward the back because the box was so huge, and as I struggled to get them, a person suddenly appeared in the space, presumably having climbed through a large opening at the back.
She was about my age, with long dark hair and dark eyes and she began collecting all of the mail that I could not reach and passing it to the front of the compartment for me. She started to talk about her father and how he used to work with me. I said, "Oh, I didn't know I had worked with your dad; I thought your father was the man on TV, the spiritual leader." She explained I was mistaken, but I still couldn't place her actual father in my memory so I asked her for his name. She wasn't sure and said it was one of two names but couldn't remember which. (She said two actual names in the dream but I can't recall now what they were.)
I asked, "Well, what is his last name?" and thought she replied, "Mar".
I said, "Oh, that's funny, I have a cousin whose middle name is Mar. Is yours spelled the same, or is it M-A-R-R?"
She said, "No, not Mar, my name is Guar."
"Really, Gwar, like the metal band?", I asked.
"No," she said, "G-U-A-R".
I was in the school football feild, then I walked into the school lunchroom. I got in a line, then a guy that has a crush on me comes up, and tells me he loves me. He asks me out, and I stumble on my words and just walk away. Then he finds me while im at my lunch table. He comes behind me, hugs me then turns me around to kiss him.
Sitting at dining room table across from someone (I don't see the face only the gun). I know they are going to shoot me. I ask isn't there any way they don't have to kill me. they ask me not to beg like they have too much respect for me to hear me like that. I know it doesn't matter if I beg. they stand over me. I am kneeling, I cover my face. I am resigned to death. they point the gun at the top of my head and pull the trigger. I feel pressure but not really pain. I begin to wonder if I have been shot after all. I get up onto the dining room chair, a little woozy and weak. Sitting I put my hand to my head. it is bloody. I can feel the blood on my hand. In the next room is my teenage daughter watching TV. I stumble to her and try to explain and tell her I love her. I wake up. - this dream has been driving me crazy all day.
My fiance and I are driving back jome from dinner, when we arrive home there is someone sitting on the front porch. As I get out to investigate he is beside the car. He then drags my fiance out, the figure is wearing a long coay and I can never see his face. I hit him and he releases my fiance, she runs to the saftey of our home, she is out of harms way at this point. I continue to hit him, again, and again. He never falls, never stumbles, but never fights back. This sems to o on forever, then I wake. My hands are aching and I can barely move them from having them clenched so tight. I have had this dream 6 times now over the corse of about a month please help
It's all black and white, everything. A stone sidewalk, with older cars buzzing through the streets. I look down to see polkadot fabric, and touch my hair to feel a neat up do adorning the back of my head. I'm walking down the stone sidewalk as I study the crumbling buildings around me. Suddenly I stumble upon a crowd gathered in the street. My eyes connect with a man across the way. Everything is black and white, except the mans red badge around his military jackets left arm, and his crimson red hat. He smiles and comes towards me. He begins to speak, but I can never quite catch what he's saying. His lips don't match any English words, and no matter how much I concentrate I can't quite make out the robotic, hushed English that fills my head. He suddenly grows flustered with me and storms off away and that's when I wake up, feeling depressed for weeks.
Stumbleing or tripping
I was large, large like a god looking down on a small earth. I was looking over the ocean and I could see a man. He had fallen overboard his ship. The ship could not save him; they could not reach him with the massive waves that swept them away. There was a whale in the water; this wale did not want the man to be saved. The whale was swimming rapidly drowning the man and pushing the ship further and further away. He made the man helpless killing him slowly. I could not stand to watch this any longer. I reached down and scoped the man up in my hands, and at that point I panicked. He needed CPR or some sort of help that I could not provide being so much larger. I looked around me surrounded by others just as large. I was shouting for help franticly asking what can I do! I got the same response from everyone that there was nothing I could do and to put him out of his misery. I could not bear this answer there had to be something anything. As he lay in my hand helpless something amazing happened he began to cough! He stumbled to the tip of my finger trying to stand. No one had noticed this small miracle in my hand but I. then suddenly he was being yanked out of my grasp. I could not pull back it would kill him! I was screaming I cannot remember if any words came out though I attempted. I could feel his tiny hands griping my finger for his life. The way they slipped from my hand holding with every ounce of energy he had. But the force pulling was much stronger. It was a man a friend of mine who knew I could not do what everyone thought needed to be done. No one had seen the man get up; they all believed he was suffering. He did not listen to my screams of horror and in that one swift movement this tiny miracle was gone. I will always remember those tiny hands the way they slipped from mine.
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