Recent dreams containing shoulder page 19

Someone holding me on there shoulder walking through water

Guy I haven't seen or talked to in 5 years gets out of rehab I go to his suprise party on the beach all is fine then were at an out door mall or busy place and he goes on a shooting spree, my best friend and I get plot up I'm running and he shoots me in the shoulder, I play dead for awhile then get up and run only to see him surrounded by men with machine guns and I yell for them not to kill him and he looks me directly in the eyes and they shoot, I see bullets going in every part of him, I cry and cry. Then it changes to another day and I haven't seen my best friend since we got split up I call her cell and her mom answers and says Rosie can't talk right now and I'm crying saying I need to know if she's okay hermom says no she's dead. I then wake up crying.

Recurring dream that my girlfriend was in the backyard playing with two guys one older and one young man The older man she wanted to fight but the younger guy she was so playful with him she licked his shoulder An when I walked up someone said she's not a good girlfriend I asked her about it she said I was just getting the Stuff off

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

Watched a guy dancing in a navy blue sweater that was torn on the left shoulder. Was planning a escape by the highway

My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

My guy friend and I were holding hands and I rested my head on his shoulder

My friend and I were holding hands and put my head on his shoulder

Okay so in my dream, i was driving somewhere with my family and then we stopped at a hotel (i think) and this obviously had powerful meanings to me as my family were all looking at me and i felt upset and tearful. Despite this i found myself inside walking down the corridor by myself when i passed a woman who i seemed to recognize and she stopped and came back to me and turned around a picture in her hand that showed a picture of a baby, which made me exclaim and then start to cry. When i looked up she held a baby/toddler who was i think about one and a half, the baby was a girl who had a small amount of very ginger hair on her head and really big blue eyes (like myself.) i was bawling my eyes out and this baby was staring at me with her amazing eyes. I knew that she was my daughter and that i had given birth to her when i was too young to take care of her and that's why she was with this woman. The woman then had no baby but beckoned me down the corridor and through some double doors into a big hall with a stage at the front the woman wasn't in front of me anymore but a small girl who had long red hair down to her waist which was tucked into her jacket and peaked out at the bottom, when i asked her to take it out she did, although i don't remember her voice or her face. i followed her up to the front where two teenagers were standing on the stage watching me, the girl had red hair which was a little way past her shoulders and the boy had black hair which was curly on top but less at the sides, they smiled at me and i was crying again, i knew that they were my children, and the boy looked about 14 and the girl about 13. I asked them how old they were and the boy said "we're teenagers now" and then the hall was filled with people and my daughter shouted out to them something about how i was always going to be their mother and that she loved me so much. I was still crying and my family were there too and my children kept smiling at me like they were so happy to see me.

Water mocassin bites me on the right back shoulder. After it loses it head from me drowning it.