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Had a terrible nightmare, dreamed my 3 year old daughter who doesn't live with me in real life died from gun shot wounds while riding in a truck with my mom and step dad and me our cousin shot her over my step dad not paying back drug money I have no idea what he does in his personal life but I do wonder now and my mother brother step dad nobody cared about her dying and I keep dreaming of my step father sexually abusing my daughter I can't see it but the expressions on his face I know. Something I know hes done it .... Somebody please help me with my dream

I was back in australia nd hiding from people i knew ,i went to see my late partners home nd his daughter was there very emotional , she had to go so i stayed in the room ,then i saw my beloved dead body . i was going to run ,but i stopped nd pulled the covers and saw him asleep. i gazed at him nd he woke up , i was shocked so i just cuddles him nd kissed him and asked him why did he go , he smiled and told me it hurt , all his stab wounds still hurt even after deth ,,, i just smiled and lean foward to kiss him ..

At school with bunch of new people and my friends that were fictional characters died. i was distraught and crying. people were trying to be friends with me, apparently everyone liked me. Next, I see a spiral staircase that's cluttered with light blue, light green, pastel pink, purple, and brown plastic containers. They contained candy. Some were chocolate, some were sour candy. My childhood best friend was there too My leg is broken except I do not recall how I broke it. It's been broken for two weeks and the most I remember was waking up that day and seeing my best friend. The cast was a teal but now it's a disgusting brown, and it looks like wounds.

I dreamt that I was in an abandoned building and I was with a group od friends. We began writing in a book full of hate and negativity about people. The people I was with shot and killed two people and were planning on killing a third. One guy I was with got a phone call and someone doubd out our plot. Someone shot him and I ran into the nearest school cafeteria. I was scared and guilty and turned myself into the police. They came for me and I saw one of my partners were bleeding from a gun wound. The ambulance was stitching it while the police began to interrogate me. I asked not to be revealed as the snutch.

I have had the same type of dream since I was young. It starts with me waking up, in a bed that's not mine but still familiar. A man, his face obstructed, sleeps next to me. He is warm, I feel safe near him. He wakes up and suddenly I remember why we must hide our love. It's always a different reason. But the danger remains. I try to convince him to leave, I tell him I'm not worth his death. He dismisses my fears. However soon, another man, this one dark and cold kills my love in front of me. He offers me a choice, love me or die. I would rather die than be with him. He always kills me in a horrible and painful fashion. My death always has different excuse; witch, traitor, whore. I wake up feeling my wounds.

At school with bunch of new people and my friends that were fictional characters died. i was distraught and crying. people were trying to be friends with me, apparently everyone liked me. Next, I see a spiral staircase that's cluttered with light blue, light green, pastel pink, lavender, and brown plastic containers. They contained candy. Some were chocolate, some were sour candy. My childhood best friend was there too My leg is broken except I do not recall how I broke it. It's been broken for two weeks and the most I remember was waking up that day and seeing my best friend. The cast was a teal but now it's a disgusting brown, and it looks like wounds.

I was sitting happily in a restraunt with my friend Chloe, but in the dream, she was my long lost twin sister. All of the sudden there were gunshots. The shooter was a young female. She attempted to shoot me but just barely missed. She began to un load her gun and drop all of the bullets on the floor. Then she started to sing a song about her brother and a shooting coming again and it not being her. Then I saw a billboard that said D. Thoe Dylan with a weird symbol on it. Soon I tried to get up back into my chair, and was surprised to see a young boy with a gun out. I quickly slid back under the table. But, he saw me. He crouched down to my level and said, "You will be first to die!" Then he shot at me and I screamed. But the bullet that landed on my chest wasnt a bullet, it was a lighter. There was one other bullet that hit me, it hit my arm. The wound on my arm look like this a cutter would inflict upon themselves. I then heard Chloe yelling at me, telling me to wake up, asking me to stay with her. Then the dream became blury, and I woke up.

I was standing on a corner of an intersection when this black boy got hit by a car. I called the police and the dispatcher asked me what happened. I told them that a black boy got hit by a car. They said they woundnt come because he was black. I cursed them out and hung up. Soon all the boys family was there and they were getting loud like they wanted to start a riot. I left annoyed and went to go eat. I walked to a resturant but walked out beacuse I remembered that my mom didnt like it. I went next door to a pizza place got food and went back outside to my family. The black people were still outside and i met up with my mom and got in her van and we left.

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