Recent dreams containing cabinets

Roaches coming out from behind cabinets

I had a dream that my brother had a party and he left so I had to entertain the guess. I was looking for food in the cabinets, which was empty. I also noticed my dead uncle was there. My uncle been dead for 30 years. What does that mean

My family and I were all in our house, and I went into the kitchen, then I heard fluttering and chirping. I opened one of the cabinets, and I grabbed a medicine bottle. The bottle had a small bird inside. After I took it out, it turned into a cat. Then, finally, a child. The child had black hair, one eye that was a strange color - red and yellow - and the other eye was normal, but I can't remember the color. When I first saw her, I knew that I met her years ago, in the dream, but I forgot what I named her then. The first name that came to me was Nix, or Nyx, I don't know which spelling. I then remembered the name Aurora. Then we all heard noises outside, and we all ran out the back door. We were being attacked. My aunt asked while we were running, "why are we running?" My mother said that we'll see. There was a forest and people in front of us. It was safety, I guess, but before we could go in we had to go by two people, and bow twice. My aunt was allowed in, but I wasn't. They said that the child that I named Aurora was the dark ones love reincarnated, and that I had to leave her outside. I wasn't going to leave her, so I stayed outside in the cold with Aurora.

Fireballs raining from the sky i am fleeing with my 2 girls in my suv trying to escape i run through a work cabinetry building running over hundreds of new kitchen cabinets i get back home and the fireballs stop briefly i am scrambleing to get food and fishing gear in the car before the fireballs come back and i discovered a hidden portal in my driveway my husband shows back up from his birthday dinner i was still mad at him for going without me i told him about the portal he is looking for it i find a stranger in my home when i returned telling him to get out i was calling thepolice and he goes into the front yard as me and the girls are getting in the car accuseing me of some kind of hidden plan or secret puts a shotgun to his mouth i yell i really am not keepin anything suddenly he is gone and the fireballs start again

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

I'm barefoot in my house i look up and there are neon orange vipers with markings on their backs everywhere hanging from the open door, on top of the cabinets, on the counter tops and one large viper on the floor. My father is wearing boots so he picks me up but there is no where to turn i grab the large viper by the head, while my dad continues to hold me up off the ground, so my feet don't get bitten. I'm fighting with the snake, crushing its jaw when my dad stabs it with a knife i think it\'s dead so i let go but it moves it\'s head and gets me with one of its fangs very shallow cut

I'm barefoot in my house. I look up and there are neon orange vipers with markings on their backs everywhere. hanging from the doors, the cabinets, on the counters, and one big viper on the floor. My dad has on boots, so he picks me up but there is no where to turn. I grab the large viper by the head while my dad continues to hold me in the air so my feet don't get bitten. I'm crushing the vipers head, when my dad stabs it with a knife. I think it's dead so I let go, but it moves it's head and gets me with one of its fangs. Very shallow cut.

I have recurring dreams that I am in my deceased grandmother's house. I am wanting to remodel it, to brighten it up, especially take out the dark curtains and open up the living room. I can even remember the smell of her house. I once dreamed of changing the wallpaper in her kitchen and painting the cabinets. In my dream it is like I want to make the house pretty and open.

In my recurring dreams my family and I live in a 4 storey unit. The first 2 storeys are just enough for us as a family so we do not use the 3rd and 4th storey. The weird part of my dream is that I know that the unit's previous occupiers/owners were murdered there and that all their things, furniture, appliances, clothes are still in the unit, most of which are in the 3rd and 4th storey. On some occasions I would open the wife's and children's clothes cabinets and look at their things and wonder what really happened to them.

I had a dream water was rushing out of the cabinets of my house, then as i pushed back the water with a white towel my dead grandfather was standing there pointing at me.