Flowers and balloons and bunnies and mucus
Beautiful blue skies and fields full of flowers
A world of happy rainbows and pretty ponies and flowers everywhere. Then a terrible plague
Seeing putting sindoor on my forehead and providing white flowers
My dream started with me on a beautiful grassy hill with a lot of flowers. It was getting dark and I needed somewhere safe. Next I was in a room inside a cave, the dirt and rocks had a red color to them, it looked like something miners had used, there were beds and a metal door that I had locked and put stuff in front of to make sure it couldn’t be opened. My sister was there and also two younger children I didn’t know. We were being tracked by dark faceless monsters that could hear really good and were very fast, the moved on two back legs and two long arms that were sharp. I couldn’t sleep so I went over to the door and looked out the peep-hole and saw one of the monsters lurking outside. I whispered to my sister that there was a monster outside and I was going to get the gun. My sister told me to get the gun that was by her, pulled the covers back and told me to lay down and get some rest and at the same time one of the kids threw a doll by me and it hit the ground with a thud. I was irritated that my sister didn’t seem to care about the monster outside and I was scared the monster might of herd the noise but I was exhausted so I layed down with her and the kid that threw the doll came to lay with us to. When I went to lay down I felt like I didn’t have to worry about the monster outside, I felt safe.
Swam underwater through a tunnel & emerged onto a shore spiraling out as a blossoming flower
My boyfriend brought a flower and balloon waiting for me in his cousin's house.
My nipple fell off, but it was attached to a string, and then there was a white flower where my nipple was supposed to be. The nipple then came back to place.
The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.
Sitting in tub with no water. A vine growing on my left side of body from wrist to neck. A different color flower in each of my eyes, nose and mouth.