Dreams paper

Papers from a president of a foreign country

I have started having chronic nightmares it seems. Two nights ago I had a nightmare about my husband divorcing me. All I remember from that one is sitting in an office signing papers and I kept thinking that I have to change back to my maiden name. I felt horribly sad and devastated. (Just a weird side note) I went to work the next day in my waking life, and as I got off my bus a lady handed me a card that said something like "do you need a divorce lawyer?" Last night I had 2 nightmares. In the first one my dad died. I don't know how or why but I remember feeling regretful about the last time I saw him. Then I woke up, went back to sleep and had this dream. I work as a daycare teacher and in the dream I was working, however we had to have the children at a different location. This place happened to be one of the last places I worked. We had them outside for some reason but we couldn't keep track if them and it stressed me out. I saw one running after a ball and I chased her calling her name. She didnt answer. I chased her to where my old classroom was however it had changed into someone's house. It was dark and a young man was there with 2 topless females. Suddenly the dream changed. I was now in another new area on vacation with my family. I was walking down the street to where I was staying and I saw a dog panicking. His owner wouldn't let him in the house. I took him with me but my dad wouldn't let me keep him inside. I remember saying "what if something bad really does happen out there though?" There were rumors of end of the world scenarios goin on in the dream. At any rate I let the dog out. Then I heard a clicking noise and looked out the window. I saw a flash of light and then a big growing cloud of smoke. I went to wake up my mom and se didn't believe me at first. I looked out the window again and I saw the smoke getting closer. I was scared of the smoke and left in a car on my own. I drove away from the smoke then I heard 3 more clicks and flashes of light ahead of me. My windshield cracked and I began driving into the smoke. then i woke up. Interpretations please!

I dreamt sweeping the papers from the floor with a broom

Dream of paper

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.