Recent dreams containing shovel page 5

I walked on a highway, then a huge snow storm hit. The hill was icy. My shoes were too slippery to climb the hill back to home so I hung out in the closest store. We watched which cars could make it up the hill. I kept attempting it. Eventually, I noticed that someone had shoveled the sidewalk, so I used that.

I feel like I was somebody else in this dream, because I called some lady my mother but I have never seen her before in my life. And this girl that had a romantic interest with me was either my best friend or my "dream sister" (I've never seen her before in my life either), but either way she was really close to me. Anyway, so I'm a co-host of some event, where we are entertaining strangers, serving cotton candy and whatnot... Feels like an outdoor mini-carnival in the middle of nowhere. Just me and this "sister", though, no mother yet. We are talking to strangers. There's a little girl, her family. Looks like her older brother maybe, and a dog. Have a (disgustingly pleasant) feeling that something evil is about to happen. Time passes, events blur... We are murdering the strangers. Bodies lay on the ground and my hands are bloody. The dog is dead and unidentifiable members of the family are strewn about. The little girl is still alive but has sickening injuries that my "dream friend/sister" caused with a shovel. She is screaming. I try talking to my friend/sister but the screaming is too loud, so she just ends her life while I momentarily look away. I feel no remorse or pain or disgust, and I note that in my dream. On my way from the massacre, I pocket some cash I think I got from the dead people, and this black guy sees me do it. He gives me shit about not having my cash out around a black guy in public, saying "you probably think I'll steal it" and other meaningless accusations. I purposely goad him into becoming violent (I forget how) and then I draw out a pistol and shoot him. He dies and I feel good. I meet a young man, late teens/early twenties, and his mother. I predict his death. He is stubborn and arrogant and I just have this feeling that he will die soon. Then I pull my friend/sister aside because I want to ask her about the sick shit we did today. And whether or not I'll go to Heaven. I wanted to ask her why I didn't feel any guilt or remorse when that bloodied up little girl was screaming for her life. Events blur again; the woman in my dreams that is called "mother" (the woman I don't know) gets off work, comes home and seduces me. I was aroused at the thought of more murder, and of sex with these two women whom I don't know but in my dream they were either family or close friends and knew of what I did. I didn't feel any guilt and wanted to do it all again. Incest

I was at some sort of wake. Then I was riding in a convertable red car with the devil. He looked haggered with slicked backed thining hair. He was yelling profanitys about humans. For some reason I spit in his face. He turned and his eyes got REAL evil. He spit back in my face and then I was back in the funeral parlor, But everything was darker and sinister. I was shoveling sand or something. I put down the shovel walked down the hall and shadowy figure ran pass me like it was running from something. SPOOKY!

I was at some sort of wake. Then I was riding in a convertable red car with the devil. He looked haggered with slicked back thining hair. He was yelling profanitys about humans. For some reason I spit in his face. He turned and his eyes got REAL evil. He spit back in my face and then I was back in the funeral parlor, But everything was darker and sinister. I was shoveling sand or something. I put down the shovel walked down the hall and shadowy figure ran pass me like it was running from something. SPOOKY!

I watch my son fall from a big height to the ground and land on a shovel and the handle hitting the back of his head and not knowing if he is alive or dead

I observed what appeared to be dirty and dis-shoveled prisoners have their toes chopped off by an invisible man with an ax. There was strangely no blood, no screaming, and the victim walked away on their own, just without toes.