Understand My Dreams basa"d

Dreams small

Found 2,121 dreams containing small - Page 74


Explore a collection of the latest dreams shared by our community. Discover common themes, intriguing narratives, and unique symbolism. From vivid adventures to thought-provoking scenarios, these recent dreams offer a glimpse into the subconscious mind and may even spark insights into your own dream world. Browse the "Latest Dreams" to find inspiration, connect with others, and delve deeper into the fascinating realm of dreams.

I dreamt it was dark outside as I walked across my front room. At the window outside WS a lady relative that I did not really recognise but new we were related. Small stocky with dark framed glasses. She asked me to call Pat at work ( she didn't recognise me) and said. Call her at work and let her know we will be here on 12th and will be here only one night I said on and I watched her go down path and leave. I woke up apprehensive trying go remember the date

I am walking through a park in my town and i walk into the woods. there is a trail and i see a small house. i go inside and find a poem. i read it and when i do, an old man appear. he tells me to get out and to save his wife so i run all the way home. i turn around and he is following me so i run into my neighbors house and i hide in their really nice tub. i find the note again right as he breaks down the door and when i say it, there is a bright light and bam, he's gone

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I just remember seeing my dog get shot, I don't know why, then for some reason I went to college and once I entered the building, I saw a familiar face there. I saw my ex- girlfriend there, I was shocked to see her there and she ran towards me in glee. I hugged her but I didn't smile as big as she did. Then she let go of me and walked away. I kept looking forward and on a small tv screen. I saw an action film playing that I already saw and it was a man getting hit by a car.

<< Previous Page 74 Next Page >>