Understand My Dreams

Dreams grandmother

When I was 5 or 6, I had a dream in which I was asleep in my grandmother’s bed because been shaken from a previous night terror. I was dreaming that there were dinosaurs right outside the window. A tyrannosaurus Rex ripped the wall off the house and I fell out of the house. It stood towering over me and then I hid behind a tall potted bush very quickly. The tyrannosaur couldn’t see me, but it could smell me, so it chased me around and around this potted bush trying to see me. All of a sudden my sister calls to me from the room I just fell out of. I stop to look up at her and then I wake up as the tyrannosaur is about to catch me.

My brothers were about to get on a plane and when the plane took off it crashed. I ran to my grandmother's car, but then my brother Frank was already there in the backseat, and then my brother Noah came and had scars on his face and chest. I looked up at the sky and saw lots of moons and looked surprised. We got in the car and started driving and then it turned into daytime. Me and my brother was passing by a house and saw my dead grandpa waving at us and we looked at each other and shook our heads.

I was texting someone from my congregation and she told me that this guy appeared on my profile picture and I need to stop texting him. Then I appeared in this house that was not mine and someone told me that the text messages that I was sending him I was considered a rapist and then they gave me a scripture from the King James version Bible. Then my grandmother and I were riding in her car threw a drive threw. Mist of the people that were in a drive threw I knew.

My grandfather recently passed away, 4 months ago. I was with him, holding his hand when he passed gently at 93 years old and in reasonably good health. I am currently having a painting done of he and my grandmother in their WW2 uniforms that will hang in the local military museum (he never new I was having it done as it was only after he passed I found an artist for it)... In my dream, my 3 uncles and mother had led me to believe he had died but instead they moved him to another seniors home. I found out and was trying to find him. I could see him and knew he couldn't understand why I never came to visit him anymore but I couldn't get to him to tell him I was told he had died. In my dream I found out he knew about the painting. I kept telling myself this cant be, I was there with him when he died. I SAW him die. How can he still be alive and why would I have been lied to and why can I not get to him now to tell him I didn't know he was still alive, that's why I hadn't come.

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