Understand My Dreams

Dreams rust

Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholud n't trust on any stranger.

Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholud n't trust on any stranger.

The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

Once I had a dream that me and my family was going to a trip. Accidentally, what happened was that our car got stuck and we were not able to take our car off where it got stuck. I asked my dad that we should call someone for help. After a while what happened was that I saw a guy and I asked him for help. He started helping my dad. Lately what I saw that he wasn't a good guy , he took my dad's pusre and ran away. On that only I have learned that we sholudn't trust on any stranger.

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

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