Understand My Dreams

Dreams motorcycle

I have decided to ask this question while the dream is still vivid in my mind, i went to sleep at like 6 AM this morning and woke up at 10 AM. Than drifted in and out of sleep. I had a bad dream where there was this Mesquito/wasp that kept flying around, what i think was my right hand and it kept stinging my right hand and flying around it, I ran so that the bug couldn't keep stinging me,but no matter how much i tried to run it kept flying around my hand stinging me,the stinging got so bad that i tried to go to the police,a police motorcycle drove down the street and I waved at him to stop but he didn't he kept on going,i ran down to the end of my street to try to get to a police station for them to stop the stinging,i saw one of my aunt's and one of my uncle's at the end of the street corner, there was a tall field of grass at the end of it, my uncle wanted to lay down in it. I talked to him while he was trying to lay down in it and he said "now you know how i feel" or something i don't remember the full conversation,and than a angel appeared and said "get over it" i think,and he made the bug disappear,but just before it disappeared i could see myself laying down on a table naked, than it injected me with something,and then my eyes turned black(i don't think this happened at the time in the dream that I'm talking about,but i do remember this happening) than it stopped stinging me and i woke up. what did this dream mean? please note that, I don't dream, i just go to sleep,than it turns black for 2 seconds than i wake up and it's morning,could it be a Mesquito stung me while i was asleep? or something else i woke up at 12:16 PM afternoon and didn't go back to sleep. It is now 12:42 PM

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More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

I was dreaming of what seemed like my very first boyfriend from over 15 yrs ago. He was white and had a motorcycle. He bought a house for us and we were slowly starting to renovate it together, when he drove off to go to the store to pick up something. Then somebody had called me telling me he was in an accident and in the hospital. By the time I got there he had died. I was so heartbroken and went back to the house he had bought for us. I kept renovating like he had planned on doing. Then I saw what was his ghost leaving me messages and hugging me tight. Then I noticed he had the same catheter for dialysis as my current fiance has. Yet, my fiance is black. It felt like it was a mix between both of them. Anyway... I kept crying and crying and the pain of having lost my love felt so real. All of a sudden my father came by and brought me laundry my (ex) boyfriend had washed last and pictures of me and him, so I kept crying even more. My father, which lives in another country, came to comfort me. Yet, the ghost was still present and kept drawing me messages on the kitchen table telling me how much he loves me. It felt so real and I woke up feeling very odd and sad. I don't even know if the love in my dream was my ex from over 15 yrs ago or my fiance from now. They both completely different, but in my dream it was like a mix of.them. what does that mean?

I was with someone famous and cuddling and having funthe. We went for a walk and were skipping, we were laughing and joking down the road we were in harmony with each other , we got surrounded by a gang and all the they wanted us to go with them, we said no we were not going, allexits were blocked by them, we talked our way out it was scary, they were heavy forceable people, eventually the gang leader said lets go, we can't take two people that are clean, then cars motorcycles appeared and the were gone in a flash in seconds,we walked down the road simon was smiling,I was trying to phone the police , I lost my flip flop I went to turn back for it I was hopping and just as I got to my shoe and a lady and her girls,had stood on it and we laughed and joked, we found a police man and went to the police station Simons son jay phoned for fun, the words won't come out properly, he was trying to stay calm. Just keep walking to police station, he said yes.

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