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I loved both a guy and a girl at the same time, but they were also my close friends. The girl liked the boy but the boy didn't know as to they weren't very close. I used to talk with the girl every morning and she would tell me how much she loved that guy and I always set her up with him, even though I'm hurting inside. One day, the guy caught me and the girl gossiping about him and he gave us the stink-eye and he didn't talk to us again. The girl was very upset and disappointed that she never talked to me after that. I lost both the loves of my life at the same time.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I heard my son, who had not spoke to me or seen me in six months, he was at the front door with his daughter and his girlfriend whom i have never met i open the door for them hearing him say i probably wont open the door for him when i peeked out the window and seen it was him i was very happy and surprise when i let him in i went to give him a hug but he walked away from me he kept his head cocked so he wouldnt look at me at the same time he was walking around like everything was okay i was trying to get his attention and his daughter was saying hello to me but i was trying to see what was wrong with my son

I dreamed about someone I used to care about deeply coming back into my life. I have not spoke to this person or thought about them in a year. In the dream we were very close lovers who parted ways because he was told I was sleeping with others due to a drinking habit. He was in a rap contest, and I was all of a sudden battling against him. In the end I won the contest, and he looked at me the same way he used to and we were back to being intimately close again.

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