I was driving and my eyes were closed. slammed on the brakes and the window fogged up
The star fell and and there was a foggy bright light, I search the ground to see exactly where the star was, finally I saw it and that it had a fallen in a glass jar, so at that time my mother wanted to feel if it was hot so she reached down on it like covering the jar with her hand at that moment it was put off the shining light went off
Riding in a truck, driver ran off road over a culvert, as if floating on water, we were decsending into fog and darkness, never reached the bottom
Man that looks like Abraham and a fat man standing next to him and im sitting in the corner of the room crying while holding a book and they are standing in front of me saying "protect the book" and there's a door open with a bright light and fog coming out of it
Im on a large deck. The girl I want walks up to me in a brown dress. She is smiling. She looks so beautiful. Then the scene changes into a long narrow dock with water at dock level. Im trying not to fall as the dock becomes narrower. Shes running away Im trying to catch up to her but it becomes foggy and she disappears. Im looking for her but I cant find her now.
I ha this dream where there was fog it was mid afternoon the sun crept through the trees and i saw this white wolf blue eyes that were ice blue.
I'm in a dark room, the walls are concert and have cracks in it. One crack goes from the corner on the far left from the floor to the ceiling. The floorboards on old and rotted some completely missing. My arms are crossed behind by back and short chains are wrapped around my wrist and connected to the wall. The chained are so short that they bring my wist between my shoulder blades, so I can't move at all. I have on a pair of black jeans and a grey t shirt on. My jeans are ripped showing a gash in my right leg traveling from my inner thigh to a couple inches above my knee, looks to be an inch deep. I'm opposite from the door. My mind is foggy, like I've been drugged or something. I see a soft glow in the doorway and hear a roaring then the whole room is on fire. I struggle against the chains but can't get out. Then I'm on fire. Burning alive.
I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise.
Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous.
The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing.
Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky.
Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops.
Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.
Ghost girl on a dark foggy curvy road at night holding a red rose
I was standing in a field it was foggy and in the distance my ex boyfriend was standing there but I couldn't get to him or talk to him but he was watching over me. Protecting me