Board plan at night, metal stairs wet and slippy, turn up at music festival and start putting tent up when planes fly overhead and drop bombs on my family's houses. August 04, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
I have a dream where I'm locked in an old house with big metal doors. I'm with a group of people and we die if we are marked. The markings are pricked fingers. I am always a marked one. The marked ones die painfully and horrendously. I've had this dream about 4 times and previously, I had to kill myself because my tortured was so bad from being a marked one August 02, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
Well i was in someone else s body when my dream first started i don't know who i was i just know i was looking at myself and i was yelling at whoever i was then i said something and then i watched me as myself beat the living shit out of me and i was begging to stop but my fist kept slamming against my face and then there was blood all over my face and my hair was wet then i remember going back into my body looking up for a second before a fist came slamming down into my face and knocking me out i woke up and saw my bloody self on the ground but from several angles i started to cough and spit up blood i slowly stood up and i splashed water on my face i look up and i saw something in the back ground it looked like me but pure sick smile twirling a blade in his hands and he said something to me but i couldn't hear next thing i know im in his body again and he stabbed me and i could not only see the smile but i could feel the smile i woke up again i had stitches in my body then i woke up inside my dream i was on my bed surrounded by water the sound of distant dripping was coming closer and i saw something like a ghost and it vanished almost as near as i saw it then i heard voices.then i woke up again i was the evil guy again and he was smashing his fist into a mirror like he was trying to get something out of it or maybe he just hated the site of himself he kept punching until the blood gushed out of his hand then he smiled and turned around to see something he smiled i saw he started to laugh a sick creepy laugh and whispered with a metallic voice come get me i could feel his smile quirk up again as he kicked the door down but it wasn't the kitchen instead a dark room with water in it which turned to blood and a person on a bed screaming with chains on his arms and legs he whispered again i got you now then everything turned white and i was alone in this bright white room just sitting there i was wearing a white shirt and pants and shoes my hair was black i could see my eyes had turned green i was just starring forward and then i woke up :/ March 17, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
The dream started with me standing at the entrance to a forested park with some friends. When I learned that we were about to partake in a scavenger hunt, I was very excited as I knew this park well and announced that I had done scavenger hunts here before and knew all the good hiding spots. (I use the term "scavenger hunt" because that is what it was called in the dream, even though we didn't have a list to follow and were basically just looking for hidden items, more like an Easter egg hunt.) I started out feeling very confident that I had an advantage and would be able to find everything easily. I looked in all my usual spots but was surprised to find that I wasn't having a lot of luck. I stumbled upon a collection of carefully laid out bones which looked a bit like the remains of a very large bird but the impression in my mind was that they were dinosaur bones. At this point my understanding was that we were hunting for light-coloured rocks so I picked a few out of the bones and put them in a paper bag that I was carrying. Then I noticed another, much smaller, collection of bones nearby which precisely resembled the larger arrangement. Next I got down on my hands and knees to peer inside a hollowed out section of a tree stump and discovered a few more rocks close to the opening to add to my bag. I could see a deeper part of the hollow further back and, mostly unconcerned about insects and cobwebs, I reached my hand into the darkness. Suddenly an animal poked its snout out at me. It took me a minute to realize it was a bear, and then I noticed a small white ceramic bear figurine on a smaller stump nearby. That is when I realized my current strategy of assuming that whoever had done the hiding would have put things in the same spots I would think to look was not going to get me anywhere, and that in fact he had left clues in the form of smaller versions of the things I really needed to look at. The next thing I noticed was a large shrub with two conspicuous cuts on its branches which resembled small tree stumps. Convinced this was another clue, I told everyone in my group that we should look for two tree stumps standing next to one another. At this point I encountered some skeptical resistance to my theory that the hider was leaving small clues for us and it was also starting to get dark so everyone wanted to quit and go home but I eventually convinced them to keep searching. We all looked around for a while until I found two stumps on the backside of a knoll. Again, I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the space between them. I spotted some sparkly things which I retrieved and put in my bag, but I could see that there was much more in the area behind them so I worked on trying to find a way to get there. Around the left hand side of the stumps was a barbed wire fence which I tried to climb over but the barbs proved to be too much of an obstacle so I covered them with a piece of something like paper or cloth. This was still too challenging so I continued further around the enclosure until I found a tiny opening that I could squeeze through. Once inside, the space appeared to be a small corral, fenced or walled in at all sides with a dry, dusty dirt floor and mostly covered with low tree boughs. Here I found many treasures, some out in the open and some located within hidden corridors whose openings were not apparent unless I looked very carefully. There were sea shells, trinket boxes, costume jewellery, carabiners and keychains, crystal and rubber balls, a huge stash of leatherwork that my sister had created, candy, pencil crayons, and long-forgotten toys that I had owned and played with as a child. At one point I discovered a series of three small silver triangles, all linked together in a chain, which were intended to be lined up like a puzzle ring and worn on one's finger. When I found this particular item, somehow I knew that Rob (my soulmate) had left it there as a gift for me. There were so many wonderful things to collect that I ran out of room in my paper bag and was struggling to hold them all in my arms or to decide which things to leave behind. By this point the members of my group had evolved to include several children, plus my sister, who was trying to convince me to hurry up or quit so we could go home before it got too dark. She explained that we needed to divide all the loot up amongst the children and let them choose one by one which items they wanted to keep for themselves, but I argued that it would take too much time because there were so many things that had been found, plus there were nostalgic items from our childhood that she wouldn't want them to take anyway. I said it was better for us to just take everything home with us, sort through and divide it all up as equally as possible and then give each of the children a bag of treasures in the morning. Somehow at this point the dream changed scenes and I was no longer in the forest but standing indoors near a concession stand of some sort. It may have been a coffee counter or a bakery. There were many people lined up for their turn at the register but I didn't want to get to the counter; I was trying to get to the wall of post office boxes behind it. I squeezed my way past the line up and the counter which I had to push out of the way a little, and then opened up the door to my mailbox. Though the opening was small, the space inside was vast, and I could see that there were quite a few letters to collect. Most of them were flyers or envelopes addressed to my workplace but I kept hoping that there would be something fun for me as well, like a hand-written letter from a friend. As I looked around inside the box, I could see that some old letters from years ago had fallen through cracks or lodged themselves in the seams around the edges so I worked on getting those free. I couldn't reach a lot of the envelopes toward the back because the box was so huge, and as I struggled to get them, a person suddenly appeared in the space, presumably having climbed through a large opening at the back. She was about my age, with long dark hair and dark eyes and she began collecting all of the mail that I could not reach and passing it to the front of the compartment for me. She started to talk about her father and how he used to work with me. I said, "Oh, I didn't know I had worked with your dad; I thought your father was the man on TV, the spiritual leader." She explained I was mistaken, but I still couldn't place her actual father in my memory so I asked her for his name. She wasn't sure and said it was one of two names but couldn't remember which. (She said two actual names in the dream but I can't recall now what they were.) I asked, "Well, what is his last name?" and thought she replied, "Mar". I said, "Oh, that's funny, I have a cousin whose middle name is Mar. Is yours spelled the same, or is it M-A-R-R?" She said, "No, not Mar, my name is Guar." "Really, Gwar, like the metal band?", I asked. "No," she said, "G-U-A-R". February 25, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
I was investigating a suspicious cargo container and a guy came and looked at it and ran, so I chased him and corner him to where he proceeded to try and swallow fingernail clipper to I assume kill himself, I had a throwing up feeling and threw something up and it was metal bits that went In between my teeth and was gagging me, trying to pull out the pieces was agony. Then I guess what was my boss later got on a cruise ship and left. And then I woke up. February 13, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
Board aeroplane at night, metal stairs wet and slippy, turn up at music festival and start putting tent up when planes fly overhead and drop bombs on my family's houses. August 04, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
I have a dream where I'm locked in an old house with big metal doors. I'm with a group of people and we die if we are marked. The markings are pricks on all fingers. I am always a marked one. The marked ones die painfully and horrendously. I've had this dream about 4 times and previously, I had to kill myself because my tortured was so bad from being a marked one. August 02, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis
So it was in this house that had a ton of pictures of different things on the walls (all of the pics were of living things like one was a clown with a sad face, one a beautiful girl in a long flowy dress, one a kind of lifeless tree). Then there was this "plant-like, metallic almost like molten pewter, eel-like creature" that would flow up through the pictures and (the best way to describe would be...) ANIMATE them. So as it snaked through the wall and INTO the clown picture, the clown came alive in the pic and you heard the carnival music and he laughed and did tricks but it was VERY brief. I was SCARED of this plantlike thing (I think bc it was so eel ish and snake like). But then I was told that if these creatures didn't animate so many things by a certain point in their life, then they would turn evil and dark. So I decided one day to allow it to animate ME!! It flowed on my like the dress that the girl in the pic was wearing and it was the craziest ALIVE feeling!!! I can't even describe!! March 28, 2014 > Read Dream Analysis