Recent dreams containing weapon page 9

I had a dream about nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons

I had a dream about i f arabs laid down their weapons thered be peace today

I dreamt about directed energy weapons

At walmart at the tv section, people playing video games, i lost, leave with my uncle in his nice red bmw, says it was only $6500 and wants to sell it, i get mad and magically start driving it, gas pedal is good, breaks were terrible, the pedals were like a sensor panel, turn into a street next to mcdonalds. arrive at an eerie 3 story house, big front and backyard, surrounded by a marsh with tall grass, go upstairs to a porch inside, zombie attack, about 8 zombies, 5 survivors, randomly a bow and arrow appears in my hand, i take too long to shoot, zombie bites my finger, push zombie against the fridge and shoot its face, i look for a weapon and grab a small rolling pin, arms feel slow and sluggish, 3 survivors killed 2 survivors left, one survivor is prince charming from shrek and he was carrying a green book and the other survivor is a random asian lady. we run outside, running feels sluggish, dream starts to feel familiar now, near the corner of the house are a bunch of zombies, start to feel like i remember the dream, i think about the green book and remember how it's about zombies and how today was the day of their resurrection, friend that is a zombie bites me on the shoulder, i get angry and hit him with the rolling pin

This is more of a setting than an actual storyline, because there was no real plot that was significant or memorable in anyway. The setting was the most notable part of the dream, and it is also the most describable. (I apologize for the weird formatting, my computer is frustrating.) 1) Grandma Harn (grandmother on my mother’s side) built our family (me, Mom, Dad, Kayla, Dani, Jake [my siblings]) a log cabin up in some mountain in a dense, secluded forest with very tall trees 2) This log cabin is a gigantic mansion-like bulding 3) Each of us (Kayla, Dani, Jake) had a room that matched their personalities perfectly (all rooms were built when I was 2, Jake was 6, Dani was 10, and Kayla was 11; even though many of the room’s components [styles, decorations, etc] had not been invented until they were much older, implying a slightly mixed up timeline) 4) I didn’t seem to have a room to match my personality, however since it was first built I had been given a room that was very different from my sibling’s. 5) This house had many guest rooms, each decorated with a different theme though those themes did not seem to be important in the dream. 6) Kayla/Dani’s room (they shared a room since they were so close in age and personality): a) Large windows on the walls, some of them were stained glass with numerous colors b)white walls with a purple and yellow and pink tint c) white plush carpets covered the entire floor d) the bed was in the back of the room; it was large and circular and its sheets were purple and turquoise. It was a very soft mattress with many pillows. e) in the center of the room there is a large circular bin at least half the length and width of the room itself and inside of it was an amount of stuffed animals d)the rest of the room had toys in it 7) Jake’s room: a) only slightly smaller than Kayla and Dani’s room, but only because only one person was to sleep in it. b) the room was in the shape of an octagon, each wall was decorated with a different scene, which include a scene from Star Wars, Skyrim, Zelda, Star Fox, Lord of the Rings, Halo, Assasin’s Creed, and Pokemon c) the floor was a soft yet thin navy blue carpet d)hanging from the ceiling was an x-wing, y-wing, and other various aircrafts from vrious shows and games that Jake likes. e) in the corresponding scenes on the sides of the room were the weapons, artifacts, and statues of characters of that game/show f) the bed was navy blue in the shape of a perfect square g) there was one window, but there were many bright lights in the room 8) My room: a) smaller than Jake’s room b) no windows, black carpets, black rectangular and standard sized bed c) the bed sheets had a pattern, but it was constantly changing so it was impossible to identify what that pattern was d)the carpet’s pattern stayed the same; it was patterned with black roses that were a slightly lighter shade of black than the rest of the room and the roses’ stems had large thorns e)the walls and ceilings were all mirrors, even the back of the door was a mirror. I often thought that I was seeing things moving in those mirrors in the corner of my eye d) one ceiling light; when the room’s light was turned off it was so dark that one could not see their own hand half an inch from their face. When it was completely dark and you were alone, it would be so silent that you swear that you can hear things. These things cannot be made out and cannot even be known to actually exist. You constantly feel like you are being watched. 9) I was never allowed to sleep or play in anyone else’s rooms, no matter how scared I was. My parents would never let me sleep in any other room, even at a young age and continuing on until I turned seven in my dream, which was when I woke up. They wouldn’t listen to me. They didn’t seem to care that much that I was afraid. They always told me to deal with it. 10) In Kayla/Dani’s room there was a staircase that led up to a patio/ballroom with tables and a checkered, marble floor. a) for a long time this patio has been overrun with aliens and monsters, which we were all entirely aware of. None of us were scared of them, in fact as long as we didn’t go up the staircase they wouldn’t bother us. Kayla and Dani even slept in that room. They didn’t seem to be hostile and even towards the end of my dream they didn’t attack us.

Native American Elder friend who is in the process of dying hands me a cast iron ball, shows me how easy to gently insert a mechanism into a cavity its center like putting ceremonial tobacco into a sacred pipe.. He wants it to make a noise as a traditional courtesy to the people to warn them about coming fireworks. I know it is not intended to be used as a weapon but am afraid it will startle the people. I ask another elder if this would be appropriate because I am afraid it will be too startling a noise.

It was the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Myself and a few friends were among the few remaining survivors. We met up at my high school, which had been converted to a refugee shelter. On arriving, the place was surrounded by zombies. Inside, a weapon was being built, a giant train, converted into a tank/hotel on wheels. We spent a few weeks finishing up the Battle Train. On the day it was ready to launch a last group of refugees arrived, one of them was a good friend of mine. As the group ran for the building, she fell behind, and before I could help her, was caught by the zombies. I retreated into the train and locked myself in my room as the Battle Train set off on its cross-country journey, mowing down zombies and rescuing survivors.

I was sitting in a stone cylinder, with a vat of acid sludge, or some sort of biological weapon above me. I was wearing a white jumpsuit with gold down the sides, and I had obviously just fought my way in. I was just waiting for the vat to be poured on me, and I wanted it to, but I knew thy were going to stop it, even as it started to be poured. I could see it tipping and wondered where the "guns" were to stop it. Finally the vat stopped and was put back, and I stood to wait for my release, thinking that it was great for them to stop it, but horrible for me because I wanted to die. I went to a training center where I was fighting really hard (killing people), and then went into the hallway. In the hallway, scissors used for torture fell down the stairs. A man came out and grabbed them, looked at me then ran away, saying "It wouldn't happen again." I was back home, and I came up the stairs, where I guess I was staying with some friends, or distant family. My friend Trevor was there, and I flirted with him a lot, even though he was in some sort of relationship. There was a little kid, about 8, sitting at the table and a woman was sitting near him (Trevor's partner) quizzing him on something. I told them that there was no point in quizzing him because it was a nice day and why on Earth would you need to know capitals? I It was Christmas morning so there were presents to be opened. Before that though, breakfast was still needed. A man with a goatee came down the stairs on crutches, and Trevor's partner told him that he needed to eat something because he hadn't eaten anything. I asked him if he wanted something, assuming he would say no like he had to everyone else, but he said that he wanted some good eggs. Trevor complained that I was already in charge, so I responded with the fact that I'm awesome. There was already coffee brewing, so I grabbed some and another mug for the man on crutches. The whole dream, I felt loathing for myself and slight happiness when with Trevor. I was extremely capable, and very dangerous. I don't know if I was on the good side or the bad, but that I was hoping to die.

I was travelling to a new town with one of my best friends who happens to be a male. I've never had any feelings for this guy, nor has he had for me, but i'd say hes quite attractive. We were driving his car through this town and we end up parking at the side of the road at night and start having sex. I have a boyfriend so this is a little weird to me. All of a sudden we hear a gunshot go off and we panic. He begins to drive away and crashes into a building while losing control of his car. He's dead. I get out of the car and go into the bulding that we crash in to ind a weapon ot protect myself. I couldnt make out who the shooters were, but i found myself hiding behind a shower curtan with a wooden rod for a weapon. Soon i hear police sirens and decide to come out.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.