I have recurring dreams that I am in my deceased grandmother's house. I am wanting to remodel it, to brighten it up, especially take out the dark curtains and open up the living room. I can even remember the smell of her house. I once dreamed of changing the wallpaper in her kitchen and painting the cabinets. In my dream it is like I want to make the house pretty and open.
I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.
I was looking for a murderer in my dream and saw him hiding in a cart someone was wheeling out of a kitchen/hotel and so I went to chase him. All of a sudden a man out of nowhere grabbed me and threw me to the ground, I felt completely out of control like he was an intruder in the dream and he kept shouting 'I have your number' violently at me. In the dream I screamed that it wasn't my number and my sister woke me up with her hands over my face but I was still in the dream. I woke up for real and checked the clock completely alone and it was 7:20 if that's important
I dreamt having twins two boys one black one white. they were both unexpected. they started smiling and talking and walking. i introduced them to the black father who came out of the kitchen sink. he was surprised but happy. he had a possessive girlfriend .
I was sitting in the our living room with my older brother. And suddenly I could not keep my eyes open and went to bed. And in my dream I had a nightmare. I could not move because my body was in shock. I kept hearing strange noises. I then saw a figure in my room and got up and ran out. Only to see another ghost figure in the kitchen. I then ran into my mothers room and saw another ghost figure. I then was back in my bed and I was screaming, and then I woke up for real.
I was cleaning my house and when i looked out my window greg my first love was standing their talking to a child whom was pointing at my house i became very scared. my husband maurice left out the front door and greg came in i told him iwas going to get in trouble maurice was coming back so greg ran up stairs next my co-worker diana scott came from up stairs and grab my hand and said how long have you been married i said almost 4 years and she said you have a man upstairs. next greg was in my kitchen cooking ground beef and my grand kids were waiting for the food then i woke up
I'm in a house party of what I assume is my own house and the electric goes off, then a fire starting from the frying pan escalates into the whole kitchen. I try to put it out but I only have limited resources like little bits of water. I then give up and allow the fire to burn. Prior to this I am taking pictures of a girl I know.
I walk into my kitchen, my daughter touches me on the back. i turn around and her face is all bloody. i take her to the bed and lay her next to my husband. im trying to wake him up, but i cant talk. No voice is coming out
I was cooking chocolate chip pancakes for Cristiano Ronaldo, and a young man that is very dear to my heart that has moved back to Mexico. They both were in my kitchen waiting for a batch of my famous chocolate chip pancakes, and we were laughing and joking and giving hugs. The young man kept saying how much he missed me.
I was with my daughter in a open kitchen cafe, I went to the toilet where I was walking like I was drunk, then I was trying to take cats out of a car with 2 adults and 3 babies in to let the car go
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