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Explore a collection of the latest dreams shared by our community. Discover common themes, intriguing narratives, and unique symbolism. From vivid adventures to thought-provoking scenarios, these recent dreams offer a glimpse into the subconscious mind and may even spark insights into your own dream world. Browse the "Latest Dreams" to find inspiration, connect with others, and delve deeper into the fascinating realm of dreams.

I visited a friend who was a shrink at a new corporate job she held. She was tall with brown hair. She was wheeling around a cart, like a cart the airline attendants use. And someone , without permission, removed the top of cart and I saw it happen and looked to see what was there with the person who removed cover. Inside were hundreds of face masks stacked up. They were all full face masks. Not ornate, just masks to cover the face. It game me the creeps, and I felt that her privacy had been invaded... I picked up a few masks to look at them, and they gave me the creeps. They were layered in the stacks, sort of rubber-like.

A. Please, if you love basketball, if you抮e fascinated by the beauty of this wonderful game, this selfless, communal game, this game which was developed for the city ?if you are a leader of an organization, you will learn from Rick and Gene and Steve in the way they go about leadership. If you抮e a coach, you抮e a teacher, you抮e a leader, you抮e a parent or you抮e a fan of the game, I think you抣l find value in the book and I抎 love to talk to you about it. Nike Free 3.0 Black

Me and 5 of my friends(Ally, Dominic, Alex, Tyler, and Theron) were eating at subway after school and it was absolutely hilarious. Them Ally, Theron, and Tyler had to go to play practice and somehow I ended up at a creepy house near where my grandparents live where the only way to get to it is going across a one-person bridge. And I was there with my two guy friends Alex(who I had a crush on, not anymore) and Dominic(who is a rather close friend of mine). we went inside and when we were looking around Alex got attacked by this crazy old lady who apparently lived there. After Dominic and I saved him we quickly realized that the lady wouldn't let us leave unless we playefd a game with here. Which was a stripping game (it lands on you and you take a piece of clothing off). I tried to leave but was beat up around the house by a magical broom.I knew we couldn't leave unless we played the game. Dominic, Alex, and myself sat around this twister board marked up like " girl-shirt , boys-shirt, boys-pants" eytc.we started playing it. Ironically it never landed on the old lady. But I was barefoot and still was half clothed since I had lost my shirt. Dominic lost his shirt and shoes. Alex lost his shirt, shoes, and socks. The spinner landed on "boys-pants" meaning both of them and they both got up, looked at each other, and started down their fly. The old lady then looked at me, cackled, with gleaming eyes and when I looked back both the guys were taking off their pants while looking at me. Then I woke up.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

I was on a snowboarding trip with my sorority sisters. I fell off the lift and was hanging off the mountain for a long time and no one would help me. Grabbing onto the mountain felt like a blanket and I couldn't climb up to the top, which wasn't far away. Later, I was on a slide with 2 other people. It was like a game but we were watching someone else do it much harder. When I got off, I was naked and had colored tattoos on my body. I was trying to run towards this guys I once knew and had a strong connection to named Tyler. I now despise him. Later, I was in a car and we were about to go through a security checkpoint. We got out and were assigned an officer. Mine told me to get on all fours and proceeded to touch me under my clothes. He verbally assaulted me and told me that my boyfriend 's dad had died. I called him a liar and ran to my boyfriend 's mother who told me I could tell her what happened.

I am standing before a map, such you might see in a video game. This map depicts a land divided into six provinces or nations based on some combination of elements and allows for navigation. I touch a point in the northeastern corner of the world, and I am transported to the land of earth, a dusty, arid land similar to parts of the western United States and Mongolia. I am next transported to the land of fire, a volcanic realm where the world is being formed. It has two inhabitants: An enormous shrimp-like thing and what force of habit makes me call a turtle, though it looks nothing like a turtle.

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