Understand My Dreams

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I am in a large, turn of the century house. I wander through it, looking for someone, but I can't remember who - or who owns the house. The dream is vivid. I can hear chickens, smell dust and mustiness in rarely used spaces, I can pick up and examine objects (many of which I remember from somewhere. These things are detailed, often personal, lovely but I can't remember who they belong to or if they might have been mine at that time somehow), I can feel the heat of the fire in the stove and delight at using the water pump in the summer kitchen. It all feels familiar as I search the house up to the attic and then down (very steep, narrow stairs to that attic!) When I get to the cellar door in the kitchen, I start to feel foreboding - but compelled to keep searching. As I go down the stairs to the cellar, I can identify the coal shed door, on old cast iron heater of some kind and another door. I look through the cellar, open the door to the coal shed and then approach the other door. It is identifiably different or out of place but I can't pin down exactly how it is different or what makes it out of place. I do "know" that I am strongly compelled to open it - and too terrified to. Extreme dread and foreboding when I reach for that doorknob usually wake me - sometimmes screaming. I have wakened my family peiodically through my life with this. I can't remember the first time I had the dream but I've had it throughout my life. It tends to leave me very nervous and unsettled, sometimes for days.

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.

I dreamed that I was with one of my friends and I was looking at one of her instruments. The instrument was wooden, with carved out holes, ha a similar shape to a bassoon, but had the pads metal hold covers of a clarinet and two "thumb rests" that could be shifted upwards to uncover holes (one rest on the back, and one on the front towards the bottom), the place where you breath into the instrument is similar to the top of a bassoon, and there's an oboe reed that's on the inside of the hole with the reed intruding the instrument. Later, I move to a space similar to the one at my church, and there is a keyboard with a similar setup to one in my schools recording studio.

Back In 2016 I dreamed I was walking with a group of people following Jesus face which was in the sky looking down on us and then I switched into another dream which me and my family were outside and this beautiful colorful sphere which was a spaceship or a meteor came out the sky and as soon as it touch the ground it was a strong energy that made everyone fall to the ground and i woke up. Can anyone please help me figure this out its been bugging me since 2016

This was a reoccurring childhood dream that I had for years ending when I reached the age of 12, or so. The dream was all that I remembered after waking up in the morning and it really bothered me that I couldn’t remember what came before it. so what I woke up remembering so often was me swinging on a giant swing in an empty black space. I looked up and could see no top of the rope and when I looked down I could see no bottom, no floor. And you know that feeling you got in your stomach on swings as a kid? I felt that on every upswing. Of course time is weird in dreams and I felt this need, this uncontrollable urge to escape this endless swing by jumping off it into the dark abyss below. After building the courage to finally jump off the swing I always woke up before landing so I remember waking up frustrated by all of the unknowns regarding this very disturbing dream. I’m 66 years old today and have never forgotten this reoccurring dream from my childhood and I’m curious about an interpretation.

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