My dream was about being in an old house two story house with rooms in it, it looks as though someone lives there , I'm searching around and looking around in some what fear of who or what lives there , the house is very old some rooms i'm a bit afraid to go into others i do enter looking around I see old furniture, cloths in closets et, wait someones coming but noones there but i hear voices some or familiar but I feel scared . what does this mean?
In my dream I was levitating, a little off the floor. when I realized I could do this I decided to use it to intimidate or really scare someone who had caused immense pain to my son, I wanted to drive them insane by making them see me levitate then deny I could when they told other about is. I wanted them to be very very afraid of me. I then levitated to the ceiling up in front of them and around the room every time they looked at me.
In my dream my crush said that she was afraid to be with me because she feared me not coming home every night.
I am in the point of view of a boy from my school named Kurt. We are in a creepy commercial about injuries in the 1970's. The shooting of the commercial is during a strange time. It was made to run away from the current world that we barely survive or are afraid of. I am the father of in the stereotypical happy family shown in commercials. The commercial is also secretly an FBI investigation. I then show up at my neighbor's boor who is a murderer with my little daughter and son planning to kill the housewife because I slept with her and she acts like an evil step-mom. The kids want to stab her in the face. We magically knock the door from behind their tree in the lawn. A mangled body is thrown out the door that is not the wife even though we thought it was at first. All laughter stops, and my children begin to scream very hard. There is suddenly a complete eerie silence. A loud scary noise is heard as the house bends which strangely forms an occult sign. The murderer rises out of the occult roof shape by floating. He can control our bodies and wants to mutilate more people. He wants to send my daughter to find more people to kill. She is screaming at the top of her lungs as he touches her face. Objects begin to move around, and blood is slowly pouring on the sidewalk.
I seem to have been brought back to my grade school days and I had some kind of altercation with some boy. I was suddenly in extreme danger. I had suffered severe trauma and I was completely covered in blood. the boy had denied he had done anything to me. as the doctors looked at me they knew I was as good as dead. I was in a lot of pain and afraid.
I was in the country with my friends and mother. I decided that I wanted to be free and explore the beautiful water. I walked to a pear that stretched for miles. There was an elevator that took me around the entire countryside. My mother wanted to go with me and I agreed but the need to explore was great. I got on the elevator and was soaring above the pear and water . I was swinging almost. I saw a guy in the water and decided to let go and to land on the peer. I was afraid of getting into the water and landed on the grass. My mother was upset that I left her.
I dreamed that I visited a legoland theme park with members of a youth cult that I was traveling with. It must have been in California cause the weather was nice. They had a new zombie section where you could dress up in Legos and look like a zombie. I was really proud of the way I looked and kept trying to take a selfie with the Lego sign behind me, to use as my FB picture come Halloween, but the zombie parade kept coming by and I couldn't get a clear shot. I thought, "I wonder if all these kids who work at legoland go to school or is this a full time job." Then I realized that the reason I couldn't get a good selfie pic was because my phone was full of pics I had secretly taken the night before of the cult performing their cult antics around the campfire. But I really wanted that selfie. While I was busy deleting pics from my phone, all the other cult members moved on and I got separated from them. I missed the bus. I was walking back thru the Olde English Village section thinking now what do I do? I saw an office with somebody sitting in it. They were reading manually labeled "Military and Other Special Guests." I was afraid to ask their help because I was no military. But I was special. I still had on the zombie Legos and didn't know where to go
or what to do. I felt lonely and tired.
We were at my great grandma's house and everyone was there. I kept getting nervous cuz we were eating cake and I kept on dropping it and I was afraid someone would see the mess I had created. Out of nowhere, it started raining little shards of ice and we all had to go. It just happened to be that some guy had "lost" his really big silver/white truck right in front of the house (and by lost I mean he parked it, looked up at the falling ice, and ran... I don't know.) So everyone got in and we all kinda of calmed down as my dad was driving, but then there was a canal. He said, "Look hold on, hold on, I do this all the time," meaning he would drive the truck of the road get in the shallow part of the canal, and drive back onto the road perfectly fine. However, that DID NOT HAPPEN. He messed up SO BADLY and the truck started to sink in and he was just there saying, "S***. S***! S***!!" He told us to all get out but then my mom told him we couldn't because we had our seat belts on. I turned, and the look on my brother's face was horrific... I honestly cannot say how I felt at that moment... I started screaming... well not screaming it was more like screeching because I was crying and couldn't breathe. I don't remember how, but my dad managed to get us out of the water. I kept on crying. I was wailing but everyone kept telling me to shut up and who cares and it doesn't matter anymore it's all over it already passed... no one understood.
I was riding a bike up a hill, standing up, pumping. on my left I saw 2 semi trucks getting ready to pull out. one of them the fiberglass cab the wind blew it back. The shocks caught it and it fell back into place. Then I rode by bike off the side of the hill by accident. while falling, I grabbed a white or silver street light and slid off to the ground. I was not afraid. woke up. it was 3:02 am.
I watched comfortably sitting on a rock, tall yellow grass, green shrubs, tall deep rooted and thick trees, as two tiger cubs chased playfully and drew blood from a goat. one cub would run to a hide in the green shrubs and they other, as if tagged in a Big Time wrestling match, would come out from the hidden spot to playfully, yet without remorse, plant its long teeth into the tiny goat. both the cubs were dripping with more blood than the tiny goat could have produced, I thought. I wondered where the mother was unafraid as I watched perched on the rock. I woke up either because I need to evacuate my kidney or because I didn't want to watch the goat killed.
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