Recent dreams containing heir page 8

Sharpening the ritual knives and humming a happy tune as the sacrificial victims cry and beg in their cages.

I was vacationing with my parents at a beach house that we used to visit, and I had brought my computer bag filled with a single change of clothes and some other things; because I have to travel back and forth to uni so in the event that my mum and I get storm stayed we're not outta clothes. I was complaining about how we were staying there for a week and I only have a single set of clothes. In actuality I wanted to make it sound like I only had the clothes on my back because it was incredibly sudden that we went out there and I didn't have a chance to grab my laptop. But my mum casually hand waved it off saying that we could just wash and dry them there...except no because they didn't have a washer and the only "dryer" was a clothes line. So at a stalemate I just decide fuck it, I'm teleporting back home and getting my computer and some clothes proper. I place down a slightly glowing orange symbol in the room I was staying at so I could more easily warp back here and jumped trying to teleport myself back to my house. I wasn't successful though and it was at that point that I realized that I hadn't placed a marker in my room at home either. The shade of the orange symbol was a proper orange, and the symbol was kinda like a solid colored heart with a thick lined circle around it I think. It wasn't even that big either, about the size of your average coaster. Anyways my cousin and aunt, who were apparently staying with us, come in and telling them of my plight it turns out I could use my cousin to warp to their house, and then work my way back home. So I pick up a book that has like maps of streets and interconnecting streets in the general are, so I manage to jump to their house, landing in my cousin's room. And wouldn't you know there's a symbol kinda like mine but in a deep blue...except it wasn't that my cousin also could teleport; it was more like it was a place of returning.

My dream was about my brother and i were taking a slab of cow to my dad who would chop it up and freeze it for later use. it was already skinned and legs were gone head was gone and we were carrying it on our shoulders. we got to my dads apartment and it was on the ground level. from his front door i could see the drive way about 50 yards away. so my brother and i set the half of cow down in the dining room on the floor half on the tile and half on the carpet. it was bleeding still and i was saying oh shit look then all of a sudden i hear loud trumpets and it was a erie melody ive never heard before and it was accompanied by bright red and blue flashing lights like police sirens but without the siren noise just the flashing. so i stepped outside my dads front door and in the driveway their was about 6 horses each with one rider the horses were brown and the riders were wearing dark colors. i couldnt make out if the riders were male or female. the whole thing looked like a parade the music from the trumpets the flashing of the lights although i never seen the source of the lights or the music. i thought it was the cops and so i ushered everyone in the house and shut the door. right then i ran to the window next to the door and looked out. i could still see the flashing lights and hear the loud melody from the trumpets but i couldnt see the horses or anything other than the flashing lights and a old decaying hearst drivin by a late 1800s looking paul bearer and he looked decayed and wearing an old funersl type suit that had seen better days and he was looking at me real evil looking and it looked as if he was driving right through my dads door but inside the house nothing was coming through the door. so i watched untill i couldnt see the hearst anymore and right then the flashing lights was gone the sound from the trumpets were gone there was nothing so i went to the door and opened it and in the cement right outside my dads door was a old blown to shreds tire still on the rim and it was painted white but it looked like it was a 100 years old. and it was in the cement half way like a tumbstone. and i cant remember the rest

My dead father was in a house in a room with my mum and other people. my mum interrupted me and i told her to wait for me to finish before she talks and tells me off. my mum and dad were going out and asked if i wanted to come, i said no as i had other things to do. i went to move my car for them to leave with theirs when i went to put the hand brake on the car would not stop

Seeing a choir singing with their maroon robes and grad. hat on

Was sitting in the living room and I noticed ed a big woman standing in my front door with a scarf on her head and she was smiling, I raised from the sofa and shut and locked the door My daughter spoke a name Carolyn I said you know her she said no. I noticed there were 2 ladies walking through my house from the kitchen I immediately stood again and rushed the strangers out and locked the door again now my daughter is sweeping up glass from the floor with a crimson colored broom and she said I broke your phone, I said that's a lot of glass, my granddaughter and I walked in the kitchen and there were 2 white doors and we locked both of them. I was distracted by noise coming g from a lap top I tried to shut it off and u couldn't. As I entered the living room again my my daughter was now sitting in rhe family room across from the living room she was sitting on rhe floor braiding her daughter hair. At that moment there was a young man walking through the house he had a sky blue hood on that covered his face he reached into his pocket and threw 4 small items behind my daughter the items floated to the floor as I counted 1 2 3 4, my daughter finally noticed es him at that moment we stopped talking and we could read each other thoughts, I watched him go into my living room and he disappeared, daughter told me with her mind I'm going to get my gun. My granddaughter and I tipped to the second floor. There were 4 white doors.i entered 1 and locked it. I was rumbling through my dresser to look for my gun. My eyes became heavy I turned ti the door and a tree rose from the floor like a stick tree it was filled with birds not chirping but fluttering like the knew me. I turned and another door appeared there were 2 fingers holding a small glass under the door the glass was beautifully engraved with solid gold it was mesmerizing. I started to look gor my phone to call my daughter to check on her because everything was silence an S I looked for my phone I noticed my granddaughter was siu d asleep that quick with her eyes wide open. I was so tired I could barely move the dream has now become magical with the beautiful black and grey birds with white stripes under their wings. My phone rang in real time and I woke up feeling mystical like people were using my house as a method of transporting.

I dreamed I was traveling in a post-apocalyptic world and came upon a camp or settlement of people that were doing well, healthier than most, rosy cheeked, energetic, and happy. They confided that they gave each person in their settlement a daily ration of an oil called "Limberg" oil, a term invented for this dream apparently. It was distributed in tiny vials that I realize now looked like perfume sample vials. It contained essential fatty acids and vitamins that the poor diets people were scavenging were deficient in.

Colorful bulls chasing me around my childhood home trying to kill me with their horns

"The real essence of teeth is their ability to bite through, to cut, tear, and grind," she explains. "If your teeth fall out, you lose personal power and your ability to be assertive, decisive, and self-protective."

I’ve had this same dream many times over many years. I’m at a public swimming pool and I feel overwhelmingly alone even though there are many people there. Everyone looks at me once only and then they go about their own business. I go through the full routine of getting there, paying, changing, showing and swimming and the only thing I’m totally aware of is feeling like nobody cares that I’m there