Recent dreams containing torrent page 2

I dreamt that we were at mom's house visiting, the couches were all re aranged, the room was very empty but I went to visit Cookie and she was sort of Happy, and had a neon green and neon orange bandana on her neck. She rolled over to give me her belly to rub but there was a HUGE cut on it, almost like a stab wound. I immediately stood up and screamed at my mom "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE HER TO THE VET?!" and she looked sadly at the ground and just said "I didn't have the money". It made me furious because she knows I would have dropped everything to be there in a heartbeat. Somehow she bolts outside and the rotten algea infested water in the pool and its rippling, like it's boiling (like it does when in a hurricane or torrential downpour) but it was cold and gloomy and awful and Cookie just jumps in. I'm horrified and jump in after her, when as soon as I submerge my head I see that she's on the floor of the pool almost completely having given up. I try to shout her name under water, which alerts her to me being there, then she looks as though she wants to come up and 'save me' but cant. I try to submerge myself again but my purse is on the level ground around my neck so I have to fight it off to let me go under. I can see her slowly drowning at the bottom of the pool and for some reason I absolutely cannot go under the water to save her, I can sink enough. Then Tim woke me up.

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I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

My mother and I are in a Walmart-like store that sells everything from food to furniture. As we are walking around not shopping for anything in particular, I notice there is no one else in this store save for myself and my mother. I walk into an area that seems to be produce but there is nothing on the racks except one clove of sprouted garlic - I pick it up and set it back down again, seemingly annoyed at the poor quality of the garlic. I am then suddenly in the furniture section of the store and my mother and I both notice a large crack in the ceiling with torrents of water pouring through soaking a Persian style rug on the floor just beneath it. My mother says "let's get out of here because that ceiling is about to collapse. So we hurry out the store and find a troop of security guards on walkie-talkies rushing in. I decide to go back in (without my mother) and notice that the furniture in the room is actually fake - it made of wax or something --it's not wood I am a bit upset by this and just as I am about to go tell my mother about this I wake up.

I dreamt I was Walking up a road along a mountain side, with a group of people I went to high school with but havent seen for years. When we neared the top, a damn was opened and a torrential flood of water poured down, some peoplw were swept away and others clung on to a railing