Understand My Dreams

Dreams chair

I was a bit older I was walking through a forest that I was newly put in and then a arrow was shot near my foot and there was a girl called Kate and I said who are you then she said "Kate" and she said we are in a tornement then my best freind came along and said "death is only for you" then Kate said run so I did she ran as well and said "here is a machete then I got teloported to a room with him accept he wasn't trying to kill me te door was glass but I didn't know were Kate was so I smashed th window and ran past the room with Kate in and grabbed a chair and smashed that window I said we have to get out of here and quick and then she said "no it is safe here" it is night we are out the arena until morning.

I was at a pep rally in the glenn campus building like always. Except there was a giant climbing toy like the kind you find at a fast food restaurant replacing the stage. There were many children in this tall foam and cage building, it looked more indestructible than the regular ones. There was this man who looked like a ringmaster coming into the gym who was stopped by my spanish teacher but as he stepped forward his eyes flashed a different color then the teacher came forward to introduce him. “This is Howard the ringmaster. He will be giving a performance with members from the audience.” Howard’s eyes flashed a different color, blue shade, and the spanish teacher looked confused but just walked back to where he was standing before. I thought that it was strange how his eyes changed but I thought it was just the trick of the light. “I need a volunteer from the audience. Someone from this front row? Howard said. He pointed to the girl next to me and she came up. “Now most people think that all the things I do here are pre - planned and fake. I can assure you that this person has no idea that she would be picked today. I want to show that many people can do the most extraordinary things. You just got to have the will, practice, and ability. Most people don’t put enough effort into this but I can make people use these extremely well and get them to do their special talent however I want. I can control how these people act. Sarah, I will show this on you first.” His eyes flashed again a more greenish shade and a smile grew across Sarah’s face. She bent backward and did about twenty backflips across the floor and landed perfectly. Then she did a cartwheel back to her seat. Howard’s eyes turned a brilliant blue and Sarah’s smile faded and she looked very confused. “What just happened. All I remember is being picked by that guy.” I thought this was strange and started to think about this guy. He was completely new to this school and the trick he did was almost like hypnosis. He did the same thing with a couple more people each presenting a different talent. He last came to me and I didn’t want to stand up. He glared at me and a flash of green appeared. Suddenly I felt at ease. I didn’t care about anything except doing what Howard said. It was like all my worries had faded away and all I had to do was let him do the work. I suddenly was back in my chair and I didn’t know how I got there. A burning was on my wrist. A circle, one half green and one half blue, like Howards eyes in the trick, and then I knew this was no trick, it was magic. He picked one more person to come up then I woke up.

The music was blaring and I was having the time of my life at a Justin Bieber concert with my sister Sheridan. We were in the standing section of the stadium towards the side; still close enough to the front to where we could touch the star’s hand. During one of Justin’s songs, his manager came out of nowhere and pulled my sister aside. The manager told her that Justin Bieber was going to sing one of his songs to her on stage. She was super excited and I was a little bit jealous, but still happy for her. The manager set my sister up a chair on the stage. She sat down and Justin Bieber started singing his song called One Less Lonely Girl. Right as he started his song, he pulled out a gun and shot my sister on stage.

So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chillin there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to acedemic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto acedemic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.

I am a karate student (black belt). Recently I lost my teacher through betrayal (he betrayed me and threw me out of the school based on the betrayal of others). I have a recurring dream theme, that pretty much surrounds me going back to my old school. My recent one, last night, was that I went to my school and was supposed to teach a class. When I arrived several of the students helped me stack chairs. One of them put the chairs together and sat on them to force them to fit. I cautioned him, "let me show you how to do it. You're going to get me in trouble doing it like that." then the class was to start and nobody was there. None of the students came to the class. I asked why, but there was no answer. Then I was sitting beside my teacher leaning against him, and was afraid, I didn't trust him not to think I was doing something wrong. Each time I pulled away he would pull me back and he was talking to me very kindly and like I was a valued student again. It was a comforting dream, but I didn't trust him in the dream, but enjoyed talking to him.

So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chilling there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to academic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto academic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.

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