Understand My Dreams

Dreams the same

I dreamt that at home there is mourning,but there was a guy who was coming at home tellìng us that the sun is coming down from heave n and that a lot of people are dying by overseas.At the mourning ceremony there was a radio reporting the same information that the is coming down more close nearer to earth and a lot of people die mostly the white people in overseas.But the morning at home is for my brother in law family.I saw that my brother's law has two mournings.One mourning at our place and another mourning to my brother's home.When the meeting ceremony was off we found our brother's law in his car on the main road carrying a lot people's at the back.

I dreamt that I discovered I had an adopted brother and sister my entire life, but my parents had never introduced them as that to us so I never realised. It happened really suddenly that I was at home in New Cross, in my room but as an adult, and I think I'd heard some news story about adoption and it had made me think- I wish I had adopted siblings. And all of a sudden it came over me that I did. I'd had an adopted brother this whole time and I had never realised / put 2 and 2 together. I collapsed in tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I ran to where my mum and sister Joanna were tidying away clothes and tried to help and ask questions but I could barely function. My adopted brother was there too - he was a tall, handsome Asian man, very gentle and kind. I asked my mum and dad questions - it turns out they adopted two children, a Polish girl (who was not as close, a difficult adoption it seemed) and this Asian boy, who we had always grown up with and never questioned why. I asked my dad why they never explained to us: "because your mother said you children might not accept / try to sabotage them if you saw them as competition, so decided it was better to not say anything at all." This was classic my parents' approach to parenting- not trusting the kids and keeping their own confidences. I ran away from the room and as I ran I kept collapsing in floods of tears. My whole sense of being and understanding of who I was felt shaken, but I was also overwhelmed with love and affection for this sibling I had never recognised as such. The whole time he was there, quietly and gently present, aware of the emotional roller coaster I was going through and I had hugged him many times in tears already, and apologised for not knowing sooner. I ran upstairs - collapsing in piles of tears alof the way - back to my bedroom where he was in the bed and threw myself into his arms in the darkness and in my tears. I woke up then, not 100% sure if the love I expressed in that moment was more than that for a brother. It was possibly the relief of finding a soul mate. I dreamt this after an argument with my brother who earlier that day said he could not help me / give me advice about my relationship with Ben. I was very hurt and cried a lot - similarly completely overwhelmed / isolated. I felt quite betrayed by him in that moment. He has always been my closest confidante.

I was coming back from church,there was an armed robbery attack ahead,at first dy where just stealing from people,so I reached one compound,one girl was going to church I begged her to keep my phone in their house for me,when she was about leaving again,I begged her to get the phone again let me go with it that nothing will happen,on her way going she was shot,I ran into their house not knowing that the house is the main target,I was trying to find my way into a room,unfortunately one of the robbers was trying to gain access to the same room through the back door,him and his colleagues started shooting me I ran outside looking for where to hide,I entered one compound and met some boys maybe cult boys,they started shooting back at the robbers while me I ran into the church,after the whole incident I came back and met the girl she was saying I caused it that I should have allowed her to go after keeping the phone,that she doesn't know if she will survive the shot in her stomach,so I was looking for a bikeman to take her to hospital before I know some up

I was in a zombie apocalypse. I lived on an island. I lived in a couple different small remote houses and we would let the zombie parades go by our house. We would wait for every zombie on the island to go by our house for the day. It was like a scheduled event. My brother and his wife (who is pregnant in real life) were gorilla wranglers. One day, I drove from one end of the island to the other to see my parents. While I was staying at their house (the house I live in real life at 22 years old), a couple zombies started banging on the front door. We ran inside while my father went to dispose of them. I realized there were 2 more at the back door. My mother went out back to handle them. She stabbed the first one in the brain and proceeded to do the same with the second. Only it just dropped the second one for a minute. The second zombie appeared to be just slightly fazed by it. Watching from the inside, I saw a third zombie attack my mother from behind while she was wondering how this second zombie could still be "alive." I ran outside to help but it was too late and the third zombie was eating my mother's brains. I killed it. The second zombie was still alive so I tried stabbing it in the head but when I did, it's skull was filled water and was translucent. She just looked up at me and laughed. I felt cheated and that it was not worth caring about because it's impossible to kill this zombie.

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