Recent dreams containing cot page 10

Sonhei que uma pessoa conhecida se transformou em uma cobra e ela sentia muita raiva e revolta. Queria abrir m pacote onde havia assuntos pessoias da familia e dinheiro os quais a ela não poderia ser revelado. eu gritava pela a ajuda do meu pai. ela se transformo em serpente e se entrelaçou na minha canela direita e há mantei cortano-lhe a cabeça, mesmo sem cabeça ela tentou estrangulr minhas artérias mas perdeu a força e morreu;

I dreamed that my friend got hurt lost his legs and arms he was tied to cot for safety reasons and got lost he was moved around and got stuck on a pit and concrete was poured on him he was a found alive via iphone that was taped on him

I put my baby to sleep in her cot. then once asleep I left the house and left her home alone then couldn't get home different things stopping me getting home then once I did she was screaming and a family member was there

I was cleaning my house and when i looked out my window greg my first love was standing their talking to a child whom was pointing at my house i became very scared. my husband maurice left out the front door and greg came in i told him iwas going to get in trouble maurice was coming back so greg ran up stairs next my co-worker diana scott came from up stairs and grab my hand and said how long have you been married i said almost 4 years and she said you have a man upstairs. next greg was in my kitchen cooking ground beef and my grand kids were waiting for the food then i woke up

“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.

Adult son is young again, traveling with me in a middle estern country. we are at a bazaar that is extremely crowed and I lose my son, he wanders off after a small dog. I begin to frantically search for him and run into a co-worker of my husbands' who tells me she will stay put and make sure my son doesn't go out that way. I prceed to searc and people are looking at me like they don't care and won't help me. I keep trying to expalin in english that my son is missing and has anyone seen a young boy; I ask about the small dog and finally a man says that there are doors without keys. I turn and see 3 doors, kick one in and see my son lying on a cot, passed out, with vomit all over him. I reach out and grab some tubing that is beside him and really pause to think if I should take this, I do and then scoop up my son and run away.

So it starts out that I am back at an old childhood babysiters house and I am siting in the deep end of her pool. Then all of a suddin my misteral cycle starts and blood comes flooding out from me. Next everyone looks at me and gasped. So I get so imbarist that I get up and run back into the house where some old fat guy in a wight cote takes my hand and pulls me aside into a small room behind closed doors. Then he takes out a small metal rod and pokes it though my skin where a small stream of blood leaks down my knee. But it hurts so I get sacared and jump out the window on to the street. As he calls out to me "Hey come back I need/ want your blood"! So than I run as he chase me around the naborhood tell finaly I clime up a fence and jump down in frount of a bus stop where I hop on the bus out of a panic. So as Im on the bus I see this poor family who are filthy and coverd in trash. I feel sorry for them and I pull 20 bucks from my pocet and give it to them. Next I return to my state of panic becuse some how I know that the guy will be wateing for me at the next stop, so I pull the buzzer and get off with a croud of other pepole. At this time I feel relived becuse I belive I lost him. So than I fallow the croud of pepole to this railrode track where I start to walk along side it and see a light down where Im heading. Thats pritty much it.

I had a dream about Craven Cottage

There were these 8 girls. They all were contained to a very small area. They had been like this for ever. Their dad let them out of their room each day to go in an even smaller gated off area. One day they decided to sneak out. I, being one of the girls, could not control my own running. I ran back home just in time to getin bed and lock my room before the dad came home. Somehow, he brought this ridiculously amazing guy in and he slept in a cot next to my bed. The next day, the dad woke us and declared that it was time for a show. A show was when we got in to small costumes and did tricks in a very small fenced of circle. The dad invited all the neighbors. He did this whenever we got in trouble, and during our tricks, he would read everything we had done wrong, starting with our childhood,up to the last offense. He would let the neighbors laugh and mock us, then we watched as he made everything smaller, till we could barely fit. Hen he let the neighbors choose a punishment, which this time happened to be getting chased by a dog, a snake and him chasing us with a whip. We did it all with our hands and feet tied. Then we went back to our rooms and were left untreated for two days until the dad decided to get us.

Being chased with a cotton bud