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I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

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 had a dream / nightmare that I was in a sci-fi sort of world / colony that had the faint structure of my house, I dont remember what prompted us to, but me and all the others in this dystopian / sci-fi / alien colony decided we had to hide from an evil entity that had arrived. I hid on the right side of my bed, laying flat on my side as quietly as possible. However I was found by the evil entity who turned out to be 2020-2023 era Marilyn Manson, dressed in a black suit. I scarcely saw his face, but I recognised his voice. He scared me and I tried to escape but he restrained me and spoke in a quiet and calming tone, convincing me to let him inject me with some type of drug in the middle of my foot. I think I recall him saying something like "Relax..." "Just let me do it.." or something along the lines of it. It was a slight prick and didn't hurt very much, I felt more and more relaxed, and now for some reason his presence was very comforting. I kissed him and hugged him, as if the drug he had administered had made me forget he was the evil entity. I felt weirdly in love with him, and dependent on him. The dream becomes hazy from here but I remember some sort of betrayal in the end, where the drug or something, maybe even him, eventually encased me in this purple balloon type structure / casing / cage which captured me forever. It was the shape of a pill and didn't even fit my legs or arms in. It was shiny, purple, and rubbery.

I was in a very crowded party with old friends and family having a couple drinks. Then i saw a rich friend who betrayed me in an expensive car carrying home his cousin. I walk outside to confront him while he was driving and i pointed to my head indicating a gun to his head. Instead he pointed a gun at me. His father was at this gathering so i decided to get a drink before i tell his father. On my way to meet his father the side parth with grass was collapsing while walking on it so i walked in the road then headed up a very small hill next to the bulding about less that 100 feet. There was a lot of people there aswell. Before i could find his father people where saying the king went under when the ground was collapsing and that he is dead. Then out of the collapsed rubble thats was about 25 feet down his head roled out and was speaking. The crowd gather at the top around the collapse area to watch. The king was speaking something but i didn't understand what he was saying. Then out of the collapse area where the king head was there was a crack. Out of that dark crack a hand covered in black silk cloth came out next to the kings head and moved around its fingers with yellow nails. Out of nowhere a shriveled body with a foot cut out was expunged from the black cloth. Then some unknown prays was being said loudly by the king fusing both the kings head and the shriveled body together. I understood the words being said in the prays but not the language. The body fused together like molten metal with no heat all while the kings head and the shriveled body chanted. The only thing i understood in the chant was at the end the fuse body said jai shree Krishna.

I was in a very crowded party with old friends and family having a couple drinks. Then i saw a rich friend who betrayed me in an expensive car carrying home his cousin. I walk outside to confront him while he was driving and i pointed to my head indicating a gun to his head. Instead he pointed a gun at me. His father was at this gathering so i decided to get a drink before i tell his father. On my way to meet his father the side parth with grass was collapsing while walking on it so i walked in the road then headed up a very small hill next to the bulding about less that 100 feet. There was a lot of people there aswell. Before i could find his father people where saying the king went under when the ground was collapsing and that he is dead. Then out of the collapsed rubble thats was about 25 feet down his head roled out and was speaking. The crowd gather at the top around the collapse area to watch. The king was speaking something but i didn't understand what he was saying. Then out of the collapse area where the king head was there was a crack. Out of that dark crack a hand covered in blavk silk cloth came out next to the kings head and moved around its fingers with yellow nails. Out of nowhere a shriveled body with a foot cut out was expunged from the black cloth. Then some unknow prays was being said loudly by the king fusing both the kings head and the shriveled body together. I understood thevwords being said in the prays but not the language. The body fused together like molten metal with no heat all while the kings head and the shriveled body chanted. The only thing i understood in the chant was at the end the fuse body said jai shree Krishna

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