I was in this old neighborhood at night with a group if friends mostly guys that I can't remember and there was this murderer in the neighborhood but for some reason we were still walking outside and then this black can pulls up right in from of us and we all run for our life and Blake's dad comes out of the car and starts basing after us with a knife in his hand and my friends all go separate ways but Blake's dad is still chasing after me and I run to my house but the doors are locked and the lights are off and I'm scared for my life but at the last minute my stepdad opens the door and he has a gun in his hand but it's pointed at me and Blake's dad catches up to me and then I changed into a different dream.
I was in a hotel room in bed with my man. Everything in the room was white. Ocean waves were crashing on the windows and glass sliding doors but never came in the room. My boyfriend and I made love
I was in my old house alone late at night. it was haunted i heard footsteps and doors slaming and rustling. so frightened. i had to stay there until 6:00 am
I dreamt that I was at a school. I teach for a living, so assume I was working there. Staff and the students were on the play ground. It seems we were waiting for dismissal. We heard a rumbling sound, like thunder, coming from the right of us. Bright lights were coming from that direction too. The next thing I knew, a group of Native Americans on horse back (white horses) came toward us in formation. It was almost like a stampede but no one got hurt. All the horses and Native Americans followed the same path, circularing the school, hooping and hollaring. Then, they were gone over the same direction from which they came. Students, staff and I quickly found shelter and began to find ways to get out of there. Many students left on busses. I finally found my car but admist of the parking lot were people attempting to break in and steal the cars. One of them had my hood open. I got in, locked the doors, started the car and took off. I got half way down Morrow Mtn when I decided to stop to lower the hood. the next thing I knew, spears were being thrown. I began to run.
I have a dream where I'm locked in an old house with big metal doors. I'm with a group of people and we die if we are marked. The markings are pricked fingers. I am always a marked one. The marked ones die painfully and horrendously. I've had this dream about 4 times and previously, I had to kill myself because my tortured was so bad from being a marked one
Me and my friend were at a market and they were giving a few things away at no cost. We were trying to find these things but then it became very windy and people started to get blown away. People were trying to hide underneath the grates of the pavement but couldn't fit through. Me and my friend found a lift and as the doors closed a girl tried to get inside but the doors closed to quickly and she was left behind. The lift was falling very quickly, too quickly until we got to the bottom were it slowed down. We got out the lift and were underground were we were safe.
I was in a suburban neighborhood that had been abandoned. The houses looked abandoned anyway, and the yards had grown up 2-3 feet high. There were bodies everywhere, but they looked like melted tires. They were like big flat, black pieces of rubber. Maybe melted and charred? Anyway, I was walking down the street near the sidewalk, and a red headed pale girl on a bicycle rides past me like everything is normal, before turning her bike onto a sidewalk leading to a house. She sets down her bike and walks into the house. Someone has been following us though. Something inside me says to play dead, so I fall to the side, face into the sidewalk and close my eyes, something telling me not to look up, but I know the man or thing has followed the girl into the house. Suddenly, I hear snapping of a fire. I jump up, and a man with slightly gold colored skin, long dark wavy hear, horns and wings is running down the street. He looks strong and muscular, just a tunic I guess it's called around his waist. Behind him is a wall of fire as high as the sky coming towards us. Just now he sees me and looks alarmed. He yells at me asking what I am doing here. I don't belong here. He grabs my hand and we run from the fire until we pass through an extremely tall pair of gold colored doors, which he closes. We can hear the fire behind them and he sighs, hands still on the doors. He says his name is Mephistopheles and he created that world, but he had to destroy it. Then he turned and walked away and I woke up.
I'm walking down a hotel hallway, the doors have no handles or numbers but when I walk by they open and in them are my memories. I have had this dream about 4 times but every time I''m older.
On cruise ship. can't find stateroom. opening doors. behind doors are horse race, costume party, bowling alley. Lots of laughing.
I have a dream where I'm locked in an old house with big metal doors. I'm with a group of people and we die if we are marked. The markings are pricks on all fingers. I am always a marked one. The marked ones die painfully and horrendously. I've had this dream about 4 times and previously, I had to kill myself because my tortured was so bad from being a marked one.
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