I was walking near the bay in my town of martinez, ca and i get mugged by a group of gangsters. Then we all see this huge wave coming from the ocean, large enough to destroy everyone in the town. Then i get into a motor home and make it up a hill, when i got up the hill i ended up sliding straight down to the base. After that i decided it was time to get going for we barely had any time. We got away. Then we started driving through a lot of snow, enough to get us stuck so we had to get out in order to get moving again. then we made what looked like a huge needle and stuck it through the windshield and killed something.
To dream that you are talking to soneone and there walking and a man starts to follow us. I begin to up a elevator to get off and Walk down stairs with a friend that starts sliding down a shoot and leaves me. I am scared things look dark. I see a woman that looks scary and despise to attack her with both my feet...
I had a dream my stepgrandmother was outside of the sliding backdoor alive. she didnt say anything, but when i tried to get close, her face looked unbelieveably scary which made me turn away and run.
While looking through a sliding glass door, I show a human head sticking up from the ground that had no flesh and the mouth was opened. Later I found that it was a woman who had stolen some credit cards from me and she approached me as a beggar.
Last night i had a dream that a giant ape animal had invaded my living residence i was trying to capture the gigantic ape or at least run it out of our town with some help of another person(i believe the person with me was a family member but not sure who) i had multiple huge obstacles that this animal kept throwing at me the number one obstacles were gigantic piles of poop i kept sliding in it i was disgusted with the smell and kept finding gigantic piles of poop everywhere(inside and outside of my residence) i was exhausted and furious while chasing this animal and at times i was trying to get away from it because i also felt threatened
I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise.
Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous.
The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing.
Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky.
Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops.
Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.
Sliding down a mountain
I was walking near the bay in my town of martinez, ca and i get mugged by a group of gangsters. Then we all see this huge wave coming from the ocean, large enough to destroy everyone in the town. Then i get into a motor home and make it up a hill, when i got up the hill i ended up sliding straight back down to the base. After that i decided it was time to get going for we barely had any time. We got away. Then we started driving through a lot of snow, enough to get us stuck so we had to get out in order to get moving again. then we made what looked like a huge needle and stuck it through the windshield and killed something.
Holding my toddler can't shut sliding glass door then it falls and shatters into pieces
I always dream that we are at my mom and dads house and the weather is terrible. there are tornados everywhere. I keep getting the kids to go in the house. but they want to play outside so they go back out again. and the tornados are hitting us as were sitting watching out the basement window. (sliding glass door) but the kids are watching the storm.and I am constantly screaming at them to get in the house away from the storm. but I can never get them. but they never get hurt. but theres like 15 tornados all over. not huge ones, but just enough to hurt you if u touch it. after its all over. we are all ok. we find eachother and its like nothing ever happened to them. buit Im still crying
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