Recent dreams containing leather page 7

A handsome stranger, relationship, flirting, rain and lightning, familiar faces in a cafeteria, bus ride. Leather jacket

It was an action movie , the guy with leather jacket is the protagonist, accompanied by a short-haired martial artist girl and a long-haired girl. They came to the old hospital and the people there kills someone as if they were crazy or mentally ill . Some guy teaches them how to be not noticed by these people . Leather guy hates short haired girl but they fell in love . Short-haired attacked but survived and killed the attacker . They always ride the elevator

I dreamed my friend and i were driving in his white works van, we were headed somewhere local and i was sat in the passenger side whilst my friend Mark, went to the back of the van to fetch something from a box.As he did, the van carried on moving toward the junction, I looked back to see if my friend was on his way back to take his place in the driver seat, when I actually saw us travel over the white give way lines, over the road and into a large expanse of water.The van tipped forward into the deep water, i felt no fear, slight bewilderment, the thought to unlock my door passed through my head and i realised it would be jammed by the water, it was up to my neck, the leather black seat engulfed me pushing me forward to my knees, i really thought i was about to die and experience drowning when I awoke with a gasp of air in terror and relief .

My dream Waking up I see that I'm stuck in a rocky abyss. The ground is brownish-red and the sky is the color of blood. A giant, 20 meters tall stands in front of me. It's skin an odd tan orange. Beastly in size and strength, it looks down at me with it's three eyes. Letting out a roar it begins after me as I quickly try and run away. My effort holds pointless as I run to a high and mighty wall of the red rock that makes up the abyss. The giant quickly goes to snatch me up, and I black out. Upon waking, I find myself in a hotel hallway. I finally get to the hotel room. Opening the door I take in my surroundings. The walls are white. A shagged light brown carpet sits beneath my feet. Looking toward the window I notice that see-through blue curtains are blowing from a draft. Upon further inspection I realize the window is fully closed, and the blinds are white, and closed as well. A brown leather chair sits across from an old t.v that has knobs and a broken antenna. A small glass coffee table sits in the middle. As I continue scrutinizing the area my father walks in from the bedroom. My mom quickly follows. They both begin talking and I go explore the bathroom. I notice that it's fairly small with only a toilet and a glass bowl on top of it. Looking closer I see that the bowl is full of wrapped condoms. I pick one up and observe it, then put it back. I turn around and my parents are acting rather strange. I pay them no mind. I walk out of our hotel room and feel an odd sense of loneliness as well as a sensation of being lost. As I walk down the hallway I contemplate over these feelings, passing by many doors that I seemed too have already opened. All of them empty. I continue walking until I get too the end of the hall and stop in front of a door. I pull out a golden key and hold it up too the door, unlocking it. I open the door and am surprised to find that not only is this room empty.. It is a complete void. Regardless of common sense, I step into the room, the door and the hotel disappearing behind me. The world moved around me with purples and blacks as well as some deep greens. All these colors swirling around non-stop. I simply watched the colors as they moved. After a few seconds I start too walk again. After a few hours of walking I reach a light and just continue into it, lacking any emotion. Once I enter the light, however, I begin too feel threatened and weak. The world turns dark and empty. Nothingness. I fall too my hands and knees, staring at the ground. (Even though their technically is no ground) seconds after I get dizzy and it feels as if I'm spinning. I then fall down face first unconscious. Upon waking, my vision blurs together and I see that i lay in a hospital bed. The world around me still appears frozen. I stand and walk out of the room. The doctors in the hall like statues. I walk down to the end of the hall into a bright light. After I seem to be engulfed within the blinding light, I awake.

I am in argentina, my friend has just bought a mansion inside a mall there. The colour scheme is yellow and green and it is sparcely furnished with a single yellow leather couch. The back door of the mansion leads direcly out into a shopping mall

In the dream me and my boyfriend gets married and he was wearing white leather and I was wearing black leather

I was in a room and I found a big white leather bag

“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.

My ex girlfriend of three years marrying the man who married me and my wife at the time of 8 years. I was the best man, wearing black on black matte, with gloss. she was wearing a skin tight form fitting patent leather shiny black steam-punk/victorian/goth gown with white cuffs that had chrome studs, patent bright white leather stilettos, the sky was silver, pillars on either side were piano laquer white, floor was a black marble with deep blue, silver and purple specs, i was standing to the stage right and rear of her. Names myself Brian, friend Jaret, Ex Tasheica. It was very surrealistic. cant remember anything else

I dreamt about leather nth oh rump