Understand My Dreams

Dreams fear

It started as we were in school. My school uniform but in a library that was a mix of my high school and primary school one. It was me and a few teachers that looked familiar but i couldnt recognize them, same with the students around us. The teachers told me that because i was really smart they wanted to do these tests. So this teacher who looked really familiar but something was off about her go into this room in the middle of the library. Right in the middle made of all glass. We sit down next to each other at a regular school desk and chairs. She starts asking questions off of the paper in front of her that are just general knowledge and math related questions. She then starts asking for personal details like my age, name, weight etc. As she keeps asking them in suddenly sitting in a big leather chair that slowly starts lifting up towards the roof. There was a cut out in the roof the perfect size of my body. I keep going up in this chair and enter this cut out but it stops at my elbows. It is tight to my body and pitch black. It is so tight that the chair lowers down but i stay up in the air. The teacher keeps asking the questions and starts taking photos of me. She starts taking photos up my school skirt too. I then heard this faint beep and then the words "scanning complete" and i was suddenly in a new room. This same teacher and i, along with another who looks familiar are walking down a light purple corridor. we are just having a general conversation when the teacher from earlier says "i had to go get a blood test after i did my tests, make sure you do that and give us the results". (i have a fear of needles). We then walk into this room that is dark purple with computers along one wall and a kids play area in the back corner. My friend is sitting in the room. I go to walk into the room and they stop me. They told me that i had to take my shoes off before entering and i turn around and see the corridor lined with little kids shoes, so i take them off and walk in. I then walk in the room and turn around to look at the teachers. they smile and say in perfect unison, "and if anything is said or done in this room, just make sure it is recorded and documented." They then shut the door and suddenly im in a new room. I knew that it was later in the day and i was at my old primary school. I was sitting on the steps waiting for my friends, there were kids and parents all around, and that same teacher just watching me. I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see my boyfriend and his friends behind me. we start talking and all sit together. My boyfriend s is looking at his phone and starts laughing, so i ask him to show me. he turns his phone so i can see and shows me a video of a girl crying talking about a test. Saying the same things that happened to me. I start crying and my boyfriend hugs me but then i start screaming. Every person is sitting up perfectly still, not moving and staring straight ahead. I keep screaming but everybody is frozen still.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I just dreamed that my husband and I just met our granddaughter and she was in a high chair and she was crying. My husband walked away from her and he was getting frustrated because she would not stop crying and it was getting on his nerves. He said to me "I dont know what to do she hates me and I said let me see her". Before I walked into the room to see her for the first time I asked my husband to go get me some vanilla ice cream and he came back with neopolitin ice cream ( the kind with the strawberry chocolate and vanilla in it) I carefully removed a tiny amount of the vanilla ice cream with a fork and walked up to the crying infant and introduced my self to her. I said " Hi sweetie. You dont know me but I am your Grandma, your mommies step mom. but you can call me gammy ok. I know I am a big stranger and you want your mommy she will be right back but please trust me I have something I think you would really like and I think it is ok for you to have that might be just what you need as I think you have some teethies coming in hun. I gave her the fork with the tiny bit of frozen white icecream on it and she waved it around in her chubby little hand and cried even harder so I realized that I had given her a fork instead of a nice safe small spoon and took the icecream off the fork and placed it on my finger tip and gently place it on he lips and then told her that I do not mean to be weird or anything but please let me feel inside your mouth real quick and when I did the bottom right gums had two teeth just breaking throught the gums. I was like "Aha I knew it !" and then gave her the icecream on a spoon and she cooed and smiled and stopped crying and then I asked my husband if we had any frozen Eggo type waffles in the freezer and I got one out and handed it to her and her chubby little hands reached out a grasped it and she eagerly began knowing on it and she was soo delighted. I remember telling her that that would help her with her teething pain for now till we can get the right stuff to help her. I remember telling my husband that the baby was not crying because she was trying to push his buttons and that he had to start thinking from the child's point of view not from an adults point of view to another adult and that he should not take it personal when she will not stop crying or does stuff like take a toy or her food and drop it again and again off the side of her chair every time she is given it. She is not trying your patience and doing it to make you insane or out of spite. She is just a infant and is always learning and we are learning with her. ( in real life my grandaughter is almost a year old now and my step daughter will be having another child in July this year. She doesnt talk to her dad or me and hasn't since she became pregnant with her first child and ran off to another state and married the biological father of her child. We never have seen the child or her since she became pregnant and left the state with the boyfriend now husband. We found out they married over the internet when her friend sent the photo of them married her showing off the marriage licesence and her ring with the husbands parents beside them all smiles. I have never dreamed of an infant and have never taken care of one as when my husbands daughter came to live with us she was 6 years old, She will be 20 in a couple of weeks now. I myself have never had a child of my own and am unable to have any myself. I have never dremnt of an infant before and I do not know how to take care of one and I hope that I did right in my dream as I am worried about the waffle as the little baby might be able to get a piece off of it and be unable to handle it and might choke now that I have had time to think about it. I can't shake this fear that I may have put the baby in harms way when I gave her obviously grown ups food. Thank you soo much for reading and I hope to get some kind of response some time anything would be appreciated.

It was a summer night, I was in a busy area by the sea and was with members of my family, it was like a tourist spot, with food stalls and people walking around and music playing in the distance. I was by the ocean, it was black and calm, and in the distance I could see the twinkling lights of another town in the mountains by the sea, a few kilometres away. I decided I wanted to go to the lights, so I told whoever was near me and started to walk in the water with no fear, I kept walking. Eventually when I came up out of the water everything was black and I couldn't see. I turned around and walked back towards the direction of the noises of people and music, to look for my family.

I was in my apartment building hanging out with my friends then out of nowhere they all just disappeared and I was alone. After a bit of walking down the hall I realized that the hallway just kept going like it was an endless hall but at the end of the hall there was a staircase. I tried running to it but the distance never changed between me and the stairs. Once I got tired of trying to reach the stairs I closed my eyes to rest them but when I opened them again there was a demon in front of me, I froze in fear but was still able to blink and slightly breath. And every time I blinked there would be one more demon surrounding me. That kept going until there was eight of them around me. Then little by little they kept creeping closer and closer until they were a foot away, and then they started clawing at me, and biting me trying to kill me. And once they killed me I would just respawn back at where I started and all my memories of what just happened disappeared. This dream would keep coming back I go to sleep the next night and every time I had it, I got a little farther to pushing past the demons but never was able to reach the end.

I dremt of something unusual...like i was having a dream really big. i could feel it cuz every dream seems short but that one took forever but i slept like 6 hours. in my dream i was in a room with some relatives and all of a sudden everything started breaking or fire started spreading...everyone stared at me with a face of hatred and fear in me.. i was really scared too.. they said my eyes tell me i've grown a bad luck or some stuff like that and i will bring destruction wherever i go therefore it was true in my dream.. wherever i went for help was burnt to ashes my friends died infront of my eyes and everyone said its all my fault.. i'm saying the truth and i'm really scared

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