Recent dreams containing nightmare page 11

In upstair bedroom of old house. I see thin black snake about 3-4 feet long on floor heading off to the left. It disappears quickly under furniture. Can't believe my eyes. I am lying on a couch or bed with wooden peg legs. I look down and see two (2) baby red and orange fat snakes. I am scared, but they look cartoonish. They are raising up and trying to get to me. I can see their forked tongues moving. There are two (2) more baby white and yellow snakes with them which are smaller and not as fat. They lie in a square formation. I can't speak as I cry for help. I call the name of my dead brother, John. "John, John ... there are four (4) snakes in here on the floor." I must have been calling out loud because I was then awakened by person telling me I was having a nightmare.

I had a realistic nightmare just an hour ago. In my dream I was a gym teacher and cheerleader coach when my sister in law called me to ask if i could take my nephew cause she was going to pick my father in law up from the greyhound bus station, I then called my fiancee and asked him how work was and told him we had our nephew with us. I walked into the parking lot and it was a light cloudy day and my sister in law was standing by my said car that was blue so I put my nephew in my car and my sister in law left and i could jus happen to see a figure in the corner of my eye and when i looked a man was charging at me full speed so i locked my car and set the car alarm with my nephew in it i immediately started running away from the car and made it seem like i threw the keys hoping he would stop chasing me when i was tackled and in my dream i woke up in the hospital with a cracked forehead, missing all bottom teeth and the bottom lip of my mouth missing

I had a nightmare last night. I kissed a beautiful girl. I don't know what happened to me. But I know that I'm a normal girl and don't have any physiological problems. Explain my dream please?

Nightmare of bugs crawling all over my body

I fought a war in nepal, this dream lasted for litterally 4 hours and became a nightmare

I feel like i have had a similar dream like this before and it bothered me. So i tried to talking to a friend about it but it was too much for them. The only bit i remember of importance was being in my little sisters room(my old room. which most of my past nightmares take place) i was watching her and the t.v in there just came on on its own. The screen turned into a sepia color and started playing this movie, it felt wrong, everything was off and i tried turning it off but it wouldn't let me. one of my past demons i dreamt about went flying across the screen and i ended up fast forwarding through it and then rewinding it to the beginning. to where small symbols were going across the top left of the screen. and there was this triangle in the middle. I finally gave up feeling safer but still on the edge. somewhere along the way i found this book in the room. i just...had it. And it was an old fairy tale in a different language again. It was still dangerous though, i remembered it from a past dream in an old library. In that dream it was on a reading stand surrounded by a couple red candles. Moving on though. For some odd reason i thought it would be okay to read it to my sister, and i couldn't hear myself but i was just chatting away. Even though i couldn't read it, i spoke it perfectly. at one point the book became too much and kept telling my sister to not read the book or watch the movie. it was bad, and she could get hurt. I then tried to get rid of the book by tearing it apart and planning to burn it, but the pieces every time i set them down tried to get away. As if they were alive, and i knew i had to destroy them. So i continued to tear and hold the pages close to me so they couldn't get away. and The movie stopped and just had this while line going horizontally down it. Then i woke up.

I was sitting in the our living room with my older brother. And suddenly I could not keep my eyes open and went to bed. And in my dream I had a nightmare. I could not move because my body was in shock. I kept hearing strange noises. I then saw a figure in my room and got up and ran out. Only to see another ghost figure in the kitchen. I then ran into my mothers room and saw another ghost figure. I then was back in my bed and I was screaming, and then I woke up for real.

“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” ― J.M. Barrie My name is Shannon. I'm a seventeen year old girl with a cognitive sleep disorder, who doesn't dream. I haven't had a real dream in ten years. When I go to sleep, my body and my brain shuts off, until it's either time to wake up, or pass between the realm of the sleeping, and the awake. In these ten years, when I slept I was plagued with nightmares, vivid nightmares beyond my control that stay with me, haunt me during the day. I'd see the figures in my nightmares everywhere, be it people, or unexplainable things. But today, when I slept, something happened: I was sleeping, yet awake and well aware, and while this was happening, I was dreaming. This dream has to be the most real thing that has ever happened. Let me tell you what happened: I was sitting outside of a lovely, slightly older house with a young man, he was a little older than I was, Maybe nineteen or twenty. It was dark, snow was falling to the ground, but it wasn't cold. We were talking, having a wonderful time; he was handsome; mid-length choclate colored hair that was combed back, though some of his hair had migrated infront of his face. He was wearing all black, not in the 'creepy gothic' way you would think. He was wearing a lovely leather coat, looked like he had traveled to london and back to get it, regular dress shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeve black top. I was different, much different. I was dressed in all white, though I couldn't tell exactly what I was wearing, we had on almost the same jacket: mine was white, cotton; and his, well I've already told you. I was wearing a white beret, and my hair was much different: it was long, almost down to my back and as blonde as a sun goddess; curled just slightly at the end; my glasses weren't black anymore, but a light baby blue. He smiled at me, took my hand and called me "Madaline." I responded! That wasn't my name but I responded as if I've had it for my whole life. This boy... He looked into my eyes and I could see through him, I could see into his soul. In an instant he turned, and pulled out a beautiful light blue and lime green stripped scarf, drapped it around my neck, and smiled once again. I beemed, I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful! gorgeous, even. He then took a small letter from his pocket, and handed it to me. It was a poem, entitled "My sweet Madaline."; I stopped, and looked at him, and proceeded to read: "My sweet Madaline, Though I will never be here in time, You are heaven to this tattered soul. You are a gift, that should be protected, And though we may be appart, in life: I can promise you, we will have our time, My sweet Madaline." Before I had a moment to respond, a little girl came out of the house behind us. She was about eight or so, with the same hair color hair as the young man. She looked at the scarf, then the note, and ran in side "Mommy, mommy! Why does she gets stuff and I don't!" she shouted, running inside. We both laughed. At that moment my eyes opened, my room was dark. It was about 11:00am; but when I closed my eyes, this.. dream... it continued. There was a court room, the young man was sitting in front with his lawyer, there was nobody on the stand. It seemed as though they were talking about a child that had died; Madaline. They had blamed the young man for it. The lawyer accusing him had found the poem. "My sweet Madaline" on his desk, to be honest, I don't know what was happening. I rushed into the court room, flinging open the doors and yelling "Stop!" Instantly all eyes were on me, the room fell silent as the young man looked back at me, and I knew, I just knew, he couldn't have done this. "That poem is about me! He wrote it about me!" I opened my eyes again, back to reality before turning to the otherside of my bed. Closing my eyes, I saw an older woman with two men standing on either side of her. She was holding a file, with one, small sheet of paper pulled out of it. "She's telling the truth." the woman said with a soft quiver in her voice. I saw the young man's face before my eyes opened for the final time. This is all I remember.

Dreamed of old boyfriend who tries to kill me and cows eating dead bodies and friend shooting herself in the crotch with a bb gun. horrible nightmare. i tried to choke my boyfriend but his neck got musclar and veiny and i couldnt.

I dreamt about france b master mason not anglo living off a delusional mans worst nightmare