Recent dreams containing chickens page 3

A han was hatching its chickens and the other we dead

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

Chickens being slaughtered

I was running barefoot with chickens, one was chasing me

Chickens being slaughtered and feathers plucked out

I had 5 other siblings and 2 parents. All of them were unfamiliar. They weren't my real family. I was at the house with them, and a dirty puddle that went straight down the middle of the driveway had seemed a bit suspicious. It seemed to be deep, and something appeared to be in it that was hunting me down. Dean Winchester came up in his Impala and said that the puddle was dangerous and full of Demons. He mentioned that he needed to take me away to someplace he figured to be safe. Somewhere, small but with people who he knew. He held my two small bags for me, but realized he needed to walk across the puddle to get to his car. It was safe for him, but I wasn't able to. He gave me my bags and picked me up and took me to his car. We drove off and it took hours to get there. It was dark out, and he brought me to a place where they raised chickens. He took me out of the car and I stayed at the home for several days until he came back to get me with my family.

I dream about the man i'm inlove with standing in the door way of his house in i'm calling out to him loud in he is looking at but i'm across the street in it's chickens in front his door and i walked to him he let me in i laid in his bed about to have sex with him he looked at mee in then stat to pleasure his self while smiling at me

I dreamnt i was folding clothes and my mother was eating and she wanted my black jersey and my deseased grandmother was standing and i was haversting dried corn or crops and my cousin was slautering chickens and we were at funeral with my sister and father

Chickens with human feet

I dreamt about home come chickens to roost