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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. 

I am in a concentration camp and we run out of materials so we can't work. It is my job to tell HItler the next day. I don't know what his reaction will be. I sneak out one night on a bike to find more materials in a dark and messy garage. There are no more materials so I return to camp to tell the other prisoners. I hide my bike in the grass and Death comes out of the darkness. He talks to me, he is cheerful and nice. Next, I see myself in a big rom about to report to Hitler, and a large group of prisoners that have just been released from torture pass by me on the left. Then I wake up.

There was a bunch of people threatening to kill me, my parents told me to come to them where I would be safe. They took me to some apartment building, took me inside then mom started stabbing me with little bullet shaped things with needles at the end, and dad came out with a long steel pole with an arrow on the end and stabbed me through the stomach,I started to cry and asked them if this was how I was gonna die and mom said no, they are still going to come for you. Then I was someplace helping this older guy have a shower, I felt really close to this guy, anyways a bunch of people with guns lined up against the wall and started shooting, I pushed the man down in the tub so he would be safe, I managed to stay safe as well, but when they were leaving they told me that this isnt the end, we will be back. And when I woke up this morning I still felt the pain in my stomach where I had been stabbed in my dream

It is usually in two parts; the first is going back in time when I was a child (I am 21) and reliving in my opinion, my best years which involved old friends (I don't really talk to any of them anymore) and excelling at school work because I still have the mind of a 21 year old. The second part changes setting and I am involved in a sort of horror movie where I am being chased by a mystery person/figure who I fight constantly with weapons. Both he and I are fighting to kill, but the surroundings and atmosphere tend to be normal when running away from him or in the moments before he reappears, but when we eventually fight, my weapon which was working in the run up to the fight is now ineffective. Also, it gets darker and I move slower. I do wound the mystery person, but it doesn't effect them at all.

Last night I dreamed about being on a train station and could not reach the other platform where the train leaves and kept missing several trains. I tried so hard to reach it and seemed like it's like an obstacle. There were many criminals and losers trying to stop me reaching the train and them making fun of me. Finally I made it to the platform, but the train only went one station and not to my destination. It just did not feel good being on this train. At the station I was supposed to go with my wife (like we do every day in real life), but she never came. I was always alone and helpless at the station. In real life in a foreign company the trains are mostly late, always smashing full and lot of losers at the unclean train stations. What does it represent? Insecurity? The dream drives me nuts all day today and does not leave my mind.

My family and i are in a big house. One of my cousins is in the front yard. My parents drive a van around the side of the house and park it in the backyard. I start walking into the yard then two or so fireworks that looked like rockets land in the yard. The tips of them stick in the ground while the bottoms are facing upward, sparks flying from them. Two or so of teh sparked ends get me in the face. I fall on my knees and start crawling in the grass. suddenly, some more firework rockets land in the yard the same exact way the others had done, -unfortunity, the sparks from some of them ended up getting my backside-. I painfully crawl over to a little concret spot at the other side of the yard and start to cry. None of my family ever came to check on me.

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