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It was my sisters wedding dinner and I am the maid of honour,I was wearing a pretty blue dress That finally fits as I was on a diet.i was looking good and my family friend who I am infatuated with came.in truth I barely know him.he and I go out to the garden sit on the grass looking at the sky and we talk about random things.he kisses me on the lips and it starts to rain but we continue kissing .finally someone calls us in.my dress is ruined and I have to change but I want to wear another dress so I can look good to get his attention

Dreamt of my husband having sex with a call girl which turned out to be an old school friend. I waited in the garden of our home while she came round, hearing them, it felt like i was outside for hours! Then he appeared in front of me with a grin on his face and i asked if she'd left? he said" yes" I asked where, he said " our bed, where else" I replied how could you in our bed and he replied "well we need a new matteress"! he showed no remorse no regret, it was almost like he was saying i need this!

I was lying on the grass in a long narrow garden with tall bushes on each side, suddenly the bush started shaking and I remember thinking I'm about to be attacked, but I couldn't get up from the floor. Then a fox with bright red eyes came through the buses and ran straight for me trying to bite me. It went for my head first, I brushed it away then it came for my legs and I kicked it, as I kicked I woke up suddenly having kicked the side of my bed, which hurt.!! :-@.

My Nana has recently died, and we were very close. I'm thinking about her constantly, and I'm really upset. Last night I dreamed I was in her garden and she called me into the conservatory. It was just a general silly conversation, but I remember it being so vivid. I looked around and all the rooms were exactly as they are, and when I looked back at her she was exactly as she was. I couldn't believe I could see her so clearly. Then I hugged her, and I felt her arms around my body. And then I literally felt her kiss me on the forehead, I felt her touch. I opened my eyes to see it it was there, and of course she wasn't, but I'm certain I felt her kiss my forehead.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

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