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Me, my boyfriend and my friends boyfriend had all gone on a residential kind of trip and my friend couldn't make it but her boyfriend still came, we were put into rooms, i had to share with my friends boyfriend and my boyfriend was on his own in a room. the first night we were there, me and my friends boyfriend cuddled up in bed and then i slowly started falling in love with him, a few days later i was talking to my boyfriend and i told him that i loved him but i was falling in love with my friends boyfriend . he started crying and it hurt me that i'd upset him but that night i still went and slept with and kissed my friends boyfriend , then my friend eventually made it to the trip and she shared a room with us and her boyfriend had to pretend he was still in love with her when actually he was falling for me.

Someone picks me up and I get in a large black car. He starts to rape me and I'm screaming out and there're people everywhere but no one listening. I finally get away and run with my sister up a large hill and come to an opening. In the opening there are three very dirt old coffins, she laughs and says they just showed up there one day. I find my dads and she laughs while opening it, he's not inside and I start to scream and run, but she won't come with me, she says she doesn't have the money, she can't go. I just want to get away from him, from her. I wake up.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

I had a dream about my ex gf..there was this guy there and we were in what looked like my old room..i think it was a friend of hers..she said he will determine whether i'm single or not..than we were sitting on a couch and i sat in her spot..and she glared at me and got mad..than there was a point where i dont remember what happened..but she started crying and walke over by the dresser and kept repeating i'm sorry over and over again..than i hugged her and expected her to pull away i kissed her neck and said its ok baby..but she didnt pull away she hugged me back

I dreamed I was in a strange place with a little boy who was being haunted by o ghost. When I walked into the room the boys family was there and the boy was crying, she's here. The mom of the boy said no one is here but i could see her. All white head to toe with black eyes and eyebrows. I stuck my hands out and told her to leave the boy only as if I was trying to drawl here to me. As she came fast floating toward me she started to look like the veins under her skin turned black in her face. Right as she reached out for my hands i closed my eyes and when I opened them my aunt who passed away 2 years ago was standing in front of me holding my hands and it seemed as though she changed my dream. Then I woke up with my arms reaching out on my bed and i swear it felt like someone was holding my hands

My boyfriend was in our house with a woman older than me he lend her my cloth but when i saw that i took it away i got very angry but then i went and lend her a pair of pants thinking they wouldn't fit her but when she came out they did then we left and she went in the front sit with my boyfriend and step daughter and i went in the back all of a sudden they stared talking and she stared making a conversation with my stepdaughter my husband was all happy enjoying the ride

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

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