Understand My Dreams

Dreams harbor

I was in a gold yellow train station terminal, I was riding a red bicycle around the train station. I knew in the dream that I was there a lot, because the train director custodian knew me very well. As I am riding my bike around in a circle the train director janitor comes up to me and tells me I have to go home because my mother just called and told me my father died was dead. I initially was upset but then I told myself that I cannot be upset just yet until I am sure that it was the director just said. I told him to repeat himself, but he would not repeat himself. I began shouting yelling screaming at him telling him he has to repeat what he just said, but he kept saying other things like “go home, your mom just called”. So I go back to my house, there are a lot of people there. I go outside into the backyard and my cousin Evan is out there. It is very dirty murky dark muddy in the back yard and I walk to the edge of it and see there is a low stone wall barrage that sections off a corner of the yard. I think to myself that this must be the place we will bury entomb my dad. I ask Evan to help me move a bench. He helps me move it and now on the edge of my entire yard is a larger stone wall, about 6 or 7 feet high. I notice that there is a ruined destroyed broken section in the wall and ask Evan to help me move the bench to the broken section of the wall. When I look out through the break I see that instead of my neighborhood beyond it there is a great ocean harbor, with many hills and cliffs off to the side. There are sailboats in the water, and I feel relieved. I go back inside my house and in the master bedroom (my bedroom) my mother is sitting on my bed. I wonder why she is in my room, she talking to some unknown stranger person who is standing in the corner. I interrupt her conversation to ask her what is going on. I do not want to ask her because I can see a look of worry concern on her face, and I do not want to remind her about dad being died dead because I know she will break down. But I know I have to know what happened, so I ask her what happened to dad. She says to me “what do you mean?” and I look behind me and see my dad is right behind me wearing his normal Hawaiian shirt. I look at my mom and I ask her “well then who died” and she tells me my grandmother grandma died.

I was in a train station, I was riding a red bicycle around the train station. I knew in the dream that I was there a lot, because the train director janitor knew me very well. As I am riding my bike around in a circle the train director/ janitor comes up to me and tells me I have to go home because my mother just called and told me my dad was died dead. I initially was upset but then I told myself that I cannot be upset just yet until I am sure that it was the director just said. I told him to repeat himself, but he would not repeat himself. I began yelling at him telling him he has to repeat what he just said, but he kept saying other things like “go home, your mom just called”. So I go back to my home house, there are a crowd cluster lot of people there. I go outside into the backyard and my cousin Evan is out there. It is very muddy dirty soggy dark in the back yard and I walk to the edge of it and see there is a low stone wall that sections off a corner of the yard. I think to myself that this must be the place we will bury graveyard my dad. I ask Evan to help me move a bench. He helps me move it and now on the edge of my entire yard is a larger stone wall, about 6 or 7 feet high. I notice that there is a broken section in the wall and ask Evan to help me move the bench to the broken section of the wall. When I look out through the break I see that instead of my neighborhood beyond it there is a great harbor ocean, with many hills and cliffs off to the side. There are sailboats in the water, and I feel relieved. I go back inside my house and in the master bedroom (my bedroom) my mom is sitting on my bed. I wonder why she is in my room, she talking to some unknown person who is standing in the corner. I interrupt her conversation to ask her what is going on. I do not want to ask her because I can see a look of worry on her face, and I do not want to remind her about dad being dead because I know she will break down. But I know I have to know what happened, so I ask her what happened to dad. She says to me “what do you mean?” and I look behind me and see my dad is right behind me wearing his normal Hawaiian shirt. I look at my mom and I ask her “well then who died” and she tells me my mommom died.

Popcorn in a dreaming... In my dream my enemy… my daughters father was cordial. he had returned my daughter whom he has harbored and kept away from me for some years. He was making arrangement and leaving her in my home. Bringing her to me instead of harboring anger and keeping her from me. In waking life we have family court this FRIDAY, 5 days from the day of dream. In waking life the Federal Court has a no contact order in place and has recently lifted it to allow only phone contact with father’s permission. This coming with dreams about tigers on this night and the following night… 1st night I was not at all afraid of tiger… 2nd night a little afraid but was in a small red car and the tiger ran at the car two times and ran on and over the car. Then he just left. We were in the woods and I got out to cook food… And popcorn in particular! Lol! After a while I started to think the tiger might come by if he smelled the food, and that we should take the food in the cabin. My sister and one other person the car agreed and we started bringing things inside. It helps to say in my waking life I’m having a hard time with my sister too… I feel taken advantage of, but try hard to remain cordial,which has not always been to my advantage... I trust her when I really shouldn't have on more then one occasion been betrayed by her with some very serious consequences.

Idk in my dream it was fogy and dark and i was standing on this soft grass. my hair was long and thivk like it used to be when i was younger. i was just standing there not moving when something colad and dark came up behind me and wrapped its arms around me and breathed in my ear. the air made me tremble and a deep masculine voice whispered in my ear "why do you torture me young one? so innocent and sweet you are but yet you harbor the soul that contends with even the most vile of all satanic creatures that walk the earth but yet you put on a facade of one that is pure and for that i ask is why?" not knowing how to answer his question, i storked his arm, brought it to my mouth and bit down. the taste was nothing i had ever imagined before because it was so delightful. but at the same time it made my head hurt. i heard a hiss come from behind me and it ripped its arm away from my mouth and turned me around to face it. the man's face was the most gorgeous man i had ever seen and his eyes made me want to cry because they were so beautiful. he looked angry and in pain that i bit him but his expression seemed to soften when he looked at my face. he stared at me fro a long while before kissing my forehead like my papa used to do to me as a little kid before bending down, lifting my shirt up, and kissing my chest. and then there was this burning

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