When a passed husband cry's to me in my dream
I saw people cutting oil beans for me in my dream
I wake up in a dark room then my dad shoots me in the haed
I had a dream about my friend and her parents. In my dream, my friend and her parents were trying to kill me. I was at my house with some guy (whose face I can’t remember) and he was helping me stay alive. My friend’s dad finds us and he has arthritis in his knees so he says “do you want me to kill you now or later?” We choose later, so we run out of my house. I lose the guy, so I hide in a car. While I’m hiding my friend sees that someone is in the car. She says, “it’s just dad” and then walks away. She then walks back and says, “wait… these feet are too small to be my dad’s!” She then tries to attack me so I ran to my neighbor’s house. My neighbor’s let me in and I feel safe until my friend and her mom break the window. They then proceed into the house and kill my neighbors. I ran out of the house and started running again and then I woke up.
Life being sucked out of me in my dream and I died
Being hit on the back of the head by a glass bottle and I play dead . as I open my eyes she is covering me in black feathers
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My brother committed suicide at the age of 17 in 1971.
I dreamed last night that he came into my home following my younger brother.
He was wearing the same clothes he died in: jeans, boots & a white t shirt.
I kept trying to ask him where he has been all of these years (knowing he was dead).
He wouldn't answer me...Just stood there almost like a robot, but gave off an odd sense of a chemical...I thought he smelled like embalming fluid he was not though, but the body was too destroyed to do so).
My younger brother turned to door and as he was leaving, I kept telling him to wait that I wanted to see & talk to my late brother.
My younger brother walked out the door say "he doesn't communicate."
I work up then, but was so disturbed by this.
One thing that stuck out the most was that my late brother's t shirt was a very dazzling white...almost blinding...I thought this must mean something for sure.could you please give me your opinion?
The beginning started in a flash. The time period flashed back to the early ’50s and I was with my friends at a sock hop. Although it wasn’t actually the ‘50s, we were at a school dance and that was the theme. I was dressed in a poodle skirt, sam was in dark wash jeans, a white tee-shirt, and Chuck Taylors. Haley, Mary, and Tom were dressed similarly but in dull colors, while Sam and I were in brighter colors. While we were all dancing and having a good time, when my favorite song came on I ran to Sam and told him he had to dance with me and of course, he said yes. As we were dancing it felt as if time stood still. After that song, the colors in the room got brighter, and the music became more clear. The night continued on in a swirl of enchanted highschool romance as we danced the night away having the time of our lives until we were brutally interrupted. A past boyfriend showed up. He was wearing all black and carrying a gun. After threatening to shoot up the school, Sam tackled him, got the gun away from him and had him pinned to the floor in time for the police to come in and take him away. Mary asked if I was alright, after both of us witnessing the whole thing, as Tom went to Sam to make sure he wasn’t hurt. To complete the night, we went home to my house and told my mom the contents of the night as we drank black coffee, and ate crepes.
I was walking toward an appointment and saw a well known comedian in a old two story house. He was outside explaining a movie he wanted to make and i had the idea he wanted me in it. I needed to get to dmv. I started to hear voices from deep space saying; help, Alpha Omega. I went back to steve Allen house on my way i see white smoke coming out another guys top and bottom floor windows and ask if he was ok, he said yes. I went on to Steve Allen and told him, as he conveyed info to his friend that i can hear the voices, repeating, help Alpha, Omega. The friend wore a old 1920’s suit with double button vest, he had pronounced front teeth, round eyeglasses, and white fedora to match. I left appointment and as i return to, i saw a guy on his window ledge with white smoke exiting top and bottom windows of his house, i asked if he was ok, he said yes. I’m my hand a bong. I made it to Steve and told him of the voices, repeating, help Alpha, Omega, help.
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