Understand My Dreams

Dreams i felt

I was in a strang old or vintage house from the 60s with my family and my dad owned money to the mafia and they came and seid they wanted there money or else later they called and seid there'd be over just to talk and I told every body to hide we did and when the mafia arrived they called and asked were we where and everyone came out exept me I stayed in hidding then the mifia ask where I was my brother showed them where I was hiding then they started fire ing and I died in a little back room but some how I wasn't dead I coud still see but couldn't move and then they started bring in mothers and their daughters and were killing them and I could see it all I felt trapped and terrafid,confused and some how I knew it was a dream but I couldn't wake up

My friends family and mine were coming back to my house after being chased. When we got to my house we were in my bathroom, in my bathroom there was a giant hole in the wall surrounded by my childhood toys. By the hole there was a sign that said "do or die". So my friends family went first through the whole, while my family looked for are dogs who had been stabbed and bandaged but were still alive. When my family started going through the hole my dad forgot something and had to go back. My mom went before my brother and I, at this point I felt like someone was watching us. My mom lifted a flap to lead to the next part and a scary clown grabbed her a pulled her away!! My brother and I ended up running out back to our dad and sobbing. That's when I woke up! *

I dreamed that I visited a legoland theme park with members of a youth cult that I was traveling with. It must have been in California cause the weather was nice. They had a new zombie section where you could dress up in Legos and look like a zombie. I was really proud of the way I looked and kept trying to take a selfie with the Lego sign behind me, to use as my FB picture come Halloween, but the zombie parade kept coming by and I couldn't get a clear shot. I thought, "I wonder if all these kids who work at legoland go to school or is this a full time job." Then I realized that the reason I couldn't get a good selfie pic was because my phone was full of pics I had secretly taken the night before of the cult performing their cult antics around the campfire. But I really wanted that selfie. While I was busy deleting pics from my phone, all the other cult members moved on and I got separated from them. I missed the bus. I was walking back thru the Olde English Village section thinking now what do I do? I saw an office with somebody sitting in it. They were reading manually labeled "Military and Other Special Guests." I was afraid to ask their help because I was no military. But I was special. I still had on the zombie Legos and didn't know where to go or what to do. I felt lonely and tired.

We were at my great grandma's house and everyone was there. I kept getting nervous cuz we were eating cake and I kept on dropping it and I was afraid someone would see the mess I had created. Out of nowhere, it started raining little shards of ice and we all had to go. It just happened to be that some guy had "lost" his really big silver/white truck right in front of the house (and by lost I mean he parked it, looked up at the falling ice, and ran... I don't know.) So everyone got in and we all kinda of calmed down as my dad was driving, but then there was a canal. He said, "Look hold on, hold on, I do this all the time," meaning he would drive the truck of the road get in the shallow part of the canal, and drive back onto the road perfectly fine. However, that DID NOT HAPPEN. He messed up SO BADLY and the truck started to sink in and he was just there saying, "S***. S***! S***!!" He told us to all get out but then my mom told him we couldn't because we had our seat belts on. I turned, and the look on my brother's face was horrific... I honestly cannot say how I felt at that moment... I started screaming... well not screaming it was more like screeching because I was crying and couldn't breathe. I don't remember how, but my dad managed to get us out of the water. I kept on crying. I was wailing but everyone kept telling me to shut up and who cares and it doesn't matter anymore it's all over it already passed... no one understood.

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