Recent dreams containing pear page 98

I was at a party, filled with a bunch of mexicans (mostly boys, but some girls). My crush(who's white) was there and he was trying to get me drunk and so he and this other guy made me a drink (gin and some berry mix). I was obviously very drunk and i got another gin/berry drink, but it was put in a water bottle. I went to talk to some other people, carrying my drink. When I came back to my crush who was sitting on the couch, my drink was gone. Everyone at the party was looking to find my drink because I don't know how my bottle could just disappear when I had just had it in my hand. I remember feeling happy when i saw my crush, and always feeling drunk. I saw myself from the third person (as if I were my crush for a moment) and I looked unsteady, wobbly and about to fall over because i was very intoxicated.

Simon Pegg is preparing to go scuba diving. He is offered to go with a rich scaba man he just met by the seaside. Whenthey get in the water Simon Pegg turns into me and I take over. THe rich scuba man becomes my brother. We reach a corner in the sea. We place half-slab blocks in the corner to stand and sit on. I place pictures and paintings on the walls of the corner. My brother gets out the Laptop, on and with internet access. Suddenly three girls appear and ask for a place to rest. Lewis gives me the laptop to use. I sayI want to go back home. We pack up and swin off.

Someone I used to be ina relationship with was dying in Venice and as I ran back to him two lovebirds appeared on the windowsill.

Harvesting pear

Me and my sister, one of my daughters, grand daughter, nephew and a friend of mine went fishing and my nephew caught a lot of fish. One that was pearl white and big and me and my friend had some lil weird looking fish what does that mean

It was 10 o,clock at night and it became light.When I looked out of the window historic planes appeared out of thin air.Some stuka's dive bombed the house but missed.I went out side and another plane appeared and landed.The pilot was Canadian and he told me that he has been stuck in another world.

I was at a house which was a bungalow which belonged to my boyfriend . There were lots of people ther i did not know and lots of long corridors with rooms leading off them. The kitchen had 14 sinks in it. I was looking for my boyfriend but everytime i went towards him he dissappeared. I then saw him in a boat with another man and the boat capsized and he fell into the water. When I saw him again he came through a door wearing womens underwear

I was with a group of friends. We were in a rustic world. The world was of superstition, rogues, and canvas clothes, dirt ‘roads, donkeys and mules that carried goods, and roman soldiers. We were dirty and dusty and talking and mingling when we saw the sentries carting these enormous carts that resembled hay carts only bigger. They were covered in coarse dirty canvas and bound with ropes. We were undoubtedly curios so we followed them for a distance before turning into an abandoned side street where we notice d a huge wooden garden gate that towered about three times as tall as any grown man. It was locked and it seemed like there was a piece of the city hidden behind it and we could find no other entrance nor remember ever having seen this peculiarity once in our lives before. Being the hotheaded adventure seekers we were, we scaled the gate and landed behind it. All we saw was more stucco walls that we assumed was housing and a long open dirty road without any vendors or stalls or donkeys. The only thing we saw in the distance was the form of what appeared to be a misshapen babe. We decided to walk around and try to find the people that lived there but happened upon the babe sooner than we expected. Much to our surprise the sitting babe was nearly as tall as we were and it’s dancing sister who would normally look no older than two or three years loomed a few feet above us. We stared with our mouths agape as we tried to comprehend what we saw. Then we heard it. Rumbling footsteps that undoubtedly belonged to the parent of these abnormal children. Not wanting to meet whatever conceived such anomalies we darted for the gate but found it nearly impossible to scale. We alsotried squeezing through the nonexistent gaps in the slating and near the ground while we cursed ourselves for our rash stupidity. The creature that rounded the corner was huge. But considering that we were all too busy dodging its blows and scrambling to find our way out we had no idea what gender it may have been and whether or not it appeared human. I am still unable to describe how we managed to escape the nether side of the wooden garden gate, but thankfully we did. I do remember watching the solders finish unloading these gigantic canvas wrapped burdens from the huge carts. Donning dirty, abandoned doctors robes my friends and I approached the sentries with an air of confidence. One sentry led us over to the hills that he promptly ordered to be be uncovered for us only ( I may not have mentioned but this huge square was devoid of all but the solders and ourselves). They cut the ropes and the canvas falls and there are several Giant’s carcasses. Some of their bodies look mutilated, burned, and others are just bloody. My friends and I gather our bearings and try to look as professional as possible as we study the bodies. We then walk over to the most mutilated and damaged carcass in order to more closely observes how they killed these creatures (our experience form earlier that day still fresh in our minds.) The solder then asks for my opinion on the body and I scramble mentally for a response as I quickly survey the corpse. I then notice something odd about a bone in the back of the Giant’s hand and I pull it out gently. On a random impulse, I slde the bone into my own hand. Suddenly the carcass becomes animate as it mirrors my movements. I then wake up. What did this mean?

I am a sixteen year old boy who lives with his mother during the week and father every other weekend. Last night I dreamed that I was living in my dad's house, and more than that I woke up married to a girl my age, but whom I did not know, either in the dream or in real life. She was a good wife and we loved each other, though we were still growing to know each other. I was living with my two best friends as well as my wife and father, and they made her feel as if she didn't belong there with us. Eventually we had a child, no pregnancy or anything of the sort, a child just appeared and we both, somehow, knew it was ours. I remember writing to my real-life pen pal explaining that she was a good wife. We had formed a kind of bond that marriage is supposed to have in that we took care of each other. There was no sex or fighting, just two people learning to love each other and coexist.

I was selling yams with my elder sister to a various crowed and my pastor appeared