Dreams yelling

I had a dream that I was in a completely white room with my family. Everyone was yelling and I wanted them to stop because it was annoying me except nobody could hear me and I was not getting through to them.

Dream 1 the little boy is playing in the year when i car pulls up and three men get out . the three men go in the house nd kill the boys mom and dad dream 2 the guy kills the other two guys with him then the men leave the boy bc the cops are comeing and the lil boy is scared but the cops act like they cant see him .the cops leave dream 3 the lil boy is runing from the man who killed his mom and dad the man corners him dream 4 the lil boy gets away and runs yelling for help but no one dose the calls the cops but they dont do any thing the man traps him in the house dream 5 the man kills the boy and cuts the boys body apart and leave the boy in the floor of the house and leaves

My morning cough medicine induced Dream. I am off to go and buy something, i can not remember what, and Jerry asks me to return a microwave to Family Dollar. it right down the street so I say yes. I walk in to the Family Dollar and they are happy to take it back but they are out of cash and need the receipt. I reach in my pocket and pull out a ton of receipts but can't find the one I need. i reach back in my pocket and finally find it. the chatty salesgirl is processing the order and i am looking around the store. someone drops all of this money and i start picking it up for them but there is more and more money. i finally get it all and they leave but i end up with a dollar. the sales girl finally finishes the return and i am off as a different sales lady with big blonde hair and tight white pants is carrying the microwave to a storage shed behind the store and yelling something to me about the water hose. I am off on my errand to purchase what I can't remember and on the way back pass a small house where Karen Etter lives and I yell hello to her on the way past and she yells hello back. then suddenly I am walking through these very elaborate hallway following a guy and 2 girls. We suddenly come upon a large swimming pool where there is a Drag Aquacade going on with tons of drag queens in big hair and sequin bathing suits swimming and lip sinking in the pool. the show is being hosted by David Angerer who has his hair back and is sitting in a large green life guard chair i try to get his attention but he is to busy being fabulous. I continue through the crowd and back into the hallways following the guy and 2 girls we come to spot where we can go either right or left the cute guy goes left and I the girls go right I of course choose to follow the cute guy duh! we pass these doors looking into a ballroom decorated sumptuously with small fire pit centerpieces. I look down and I am now carrying my purchase and a couple of professional cameras. i finally get to the lobby where is see Chuck Scalise dressed n an elaborate Cheshire Cat costume and Brandon Schwabenbauer dressed in and elaborate Tweedledum costume they both have handsome escorts similarly dressed and tell me they are going to a ball. I tell them I saw the room and it looks amazing. I continue out of the hotel and walk to where I am staying and it's the Belagio I enter the hotel and make my way to the elevators, None of this looks like the real Belagio as I have only been there once. i get to the elevators and there are only 2. I am staying in room 738 so I have to get on the elevator on left. I enter a very rickety elevator with this girl who is fighting with her mother on her phone. the elevator does not meet the floor and you have to crawl in. we press the buttons and the elevator tries to lift but doesn't. then it starts to lean to my side, of course, so we both move to the middle. it still tries to lift and through a plastic panel on the front of the elevator a latin attendant is yelling at us trying to tell us what to do but we can't here her. My claustrophobia is starting to set in and I think I am going to lose it when I wake up.

“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” ― J.M. Barrie My name is Shannon. I'm a seventeen year old girl with a cognitive sleep disorder, who doesn't dream. I haven't had a real dream in ten years. When I go to sleep, my body and my brain shuts off, until it's either time to wake up, or pass between the realm of the sleeping, and the awake. In these ten years, when I slept I was plagued with nightmares, vivid nightmares beyond my control that stay with me, haunt me during the day. I'd see the figures in my nightmares everywhere, be it people, or unexplainable things. But today, when I slept, something happened: I was sleeping, yet awake and well aware, and while this was happening, I was dreaming. This dream has to be the most real thing that has ever happened. Let me tell you what happened: I was sitting outside of a lovely, slightly older house with a young man, he was a little older than I was, Maybe nineteen or twenty. It was dark, snow was falling to the ground, but it wasn't cold. We were talking, having a wonderful time; he was handsome; mid-length choclate colored hair that was combed back, though some of his hair had migrated infront of his face. He was wearing all black, not in the 'creepy gothic' way you would think. He was wearing a lovely leather coat, looked like he had traveled to london and back to get it, regular dress shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeve black top. I was different, much different. I was dressed in all white, though I couldn't tell exactly what I was wearing, we had on almost the same jacket: mine was white, cotton; and his, well I've already told you. I was wearing a white beret, and my hair was much different: it was long, almost down to my back and as blonde as a sun goddess; curled just slightly at the end; my glasses weren't black anymore, but a light baby blue. He smiled at me, took my hand and called me "Madaline." I responded! That wasn't my name but I responded as if I've had it for my whole life. This boy... He looked into my eyes and I could see through him, I could see into his soul. In an instant he turned, and pulled out a beautiful light blue and lime green stripped scarf, drapped it around my neck, and smiled once again. I beemed, I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful! gorgeous, even. He then took a small letter from his pocket, and handed it to me. It was a poem, entitled "My sweet Madaline."; I stopped, and looked at him, and proceeded to read: "My sweet Madaline, Though I will never be here in time, You are heaven to this tattered soul. You are a gift, that should be protected, And though we may be appart, in life: I can promise you, we will have our time, My sweet Madaline." Before I had a moment to respond, a little girl came out of the house behind us. She was about eight or so, with the same hair color hair as the young man. She looked at the scarf, then the note, and ran in side "Mommy, mommy! Why does she gets stuff and I don't!" she shouted, running inside. We both laughed. At that moment my eyes opened, my room was dark. It was about 11:00am; but when I closed my eyes, this.. dream... it continued. There was a court room, the young man was sitting in front with his lawyer, there was nobody on the stand. It seemed as though they were talking about a child that had died; Madaline. They had blamed the young man for it. The lawyer accusing him had found the poem. "My sweet Madaline" on his desk, to be honest, I don't know what was happening. I rushed into the court room, flinging open the doors and yelling "Stop!" Instantly all eyes were on me, the room fell silent as the young man looked back at me, and I knew, I just knew, he couldn't have done this. "That poem is about me! He wrote it about me!" I opened my eyes again, back to reality before turning to the otherside of my bed. Closing my eyes, I saw an older woman with two men standing on either side of her. She was holding a file, with one, small sheet of paper pulled out of it. "She's telling the truth." the woman said with a soft quiver in her voice. I saw the young man's face before my eyes opened for the final time. This is all I remember.

My girl was drinking than i remember i walked her mate home because i was jelouce about her talking to her mate's boyfriend , after dropping my girlfriend 's mate home i was on my way back to get my girl but i saw her walking with this little kids, about 4 of them..then they said they just dropping her off because she was acting wierd at the drink up, i said "are you alright? " but she replied in a diffrent low scary voice, she was possessed like crazy, her fone droped out and than voice came on the phone wich was the same low scary voice saying" you cant save her" i tried to call out for help but it seems no one was around ,i broke the window of the house right next to me but no one came out for ,a black cloud with thunders suddenly covered the sky, i was scared but i didnt want to live my girlfriend , so i held her in my arms and yelled out to GOD "help me" i was yelling out a prayer , while i was yelling out to GOD a red looking tiger with scales on his body,a dragon had with horn,and a tale with spikes and yellow glowing eyes with shar razor teeeth was walking around me, it looked like it just wanted to rip me apart, after a few seconds crying out to GOD the ske just flashed with beautiful blue lights, like the lights at the north pole, but they were blue, the blue things came down to me (the looked like angels) the went to the red beast, the beast screamed " NOOO, THIS CANT BE HAPPENING, ITS NOT POSSIBLE" thn the beast dissapered into the thin air, than in the sky i saw a man that kinda look like jesus formed by the beautiful blue lights, he put out his right hand and said "FAITH IS STRONG" "BELIVE" i cant really remember thet part, so all street lights came back on, my girlfriend was free from the beast and smiled at me and said "you did it, you saved me babe" than i woke up .... thank you