My second dream that I recall is when I was in a cave fighting one of my friends that turned into a giant spider looking monster. He was half human half spider. His upper body was the human part and the lower part of his body was the spider part. He had an eye patch on his left eye and carried a handgun in his right hand. He had his military gear on and stood about 20 feet tall in the air. We were about to duel in the dark cave. The only weapon I had was a katana sword that was extremely old and flimsy. The match began, and he started firing bullets at me. I failed to dodge one of them and felt the bullet go through my heart. I felt like I was about to die. At that moment I suddenly woke up from one of my worst nightmares. October 14, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
I dreamed last night about mama, daddy who h, you, ave been deceased for many years, my two sisters, and me. Drew and Miles, my grandsons were also in the dream. We were all over to their house (family home). First daddy was in his bed and he said he didn't feel well. I came back in his room and he was lying on the floor moaning and going back and forth. I told him I was going to call an ambulance and I was thinking the dispatcher could tell me what to do while we wait for an ambulance but I could hardly hear her on the phone. In the meantime my oldest sister, Laura, and mama were in the kitchen and Brenda, my youngest sister, was in the bedroom across the hall getting Drew and Miles up and trying to get them dressed. I walked in the kitchen to tell Laura all about daddy and I noticed her tube of red lipstick on the dining room table, I said to myself I am going to have to get her another shade of red, that one was too bold. Then I woke up. Note: My sister Laura is going though a terrible crisis with her only son. September 30, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
I would have this reoccurring dream when I was really young. I would be sitting at the table with my family in a little cottage. It wasn't my home. We were eating dinner. It was raining. A man showed up at our door and we let him in to eat with us. He sat down at the table. After a little he transformed into a terrifying, ugly wolf. All the walls of house sort of disappear and it's just me running from this wolf. I'm so scared. I keep running, and I would try to think of something happy to get me away from the wolf. I'd imagine a little patch of sunflowers. Almost immediately after picturing myself in the sunflowers the wolf appears. He still found me. And then I'd wake up crying. September 26, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off. October 18, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
I was in a pumpkin patch and everything turned into the movie hollowed town October 18, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
I've been in heat for days So I will hunt down some female game [2] And I'll wait in the blind until morning so I can make a shoulder shot On the land and on the sea decay lies in wait The creature must die Die A yearling hind gets on its legs It had been sunning itself in the high reeds It's making good tracks deep in the fir forest It's rump patch shines, I begin to bake The tail whips like a finger eel The shotgun jumps from its case Good hunting I brush the velvet from the horn And give it a medium sight Good hunting On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait The creature must die Good hunting Die Good hunting It feels the muzzle energy Fine blood drops onto its knee On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait The creature must die Good hunting Die Good hunting On the land and on the sea Decay lies in wait Good hunting On the land and on the sea Good hunting October 26, 2012 > Read Dream Analysis
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