What’s your dream story? Share it below.
Over the next five weeks, starting next week, we — Amy, Atava, Katrina, Linda and Ryan — are going to be sharing our dream stories with you. We’ll share the strange experiences and Big dreams that caught our attention and called us to dream work.
But we don’t want to do all the sharing, so we’re inviting you to share your dream stories, too!
Specifically, we’d love to know what drew you to dreams.
Why do you pay attention to them?
When did this love affair start?
For instance, did you have unusual dream experiences as a kid?
Or a Big Dream that grabbed your attention?
What stands out for you as the moment when you just knew dreams were important and you wanted to cultivate a deeper relationship with them?
Share your stories in the comments. We can’t wait to hear them!
(Please try to keep them to under 200 words. )
A few years ago I had a dream in which I was very young and smitten with a young man. We laughed together and I thought that something had begun between us. We threw a party. Lots of people came.
In the festivities I lost him. At midnight everyone kissed whoever was standing near. I wanted my young man, but couldn’t find him.
Then, out from the crowd stepped a tall woman in a fantastic headdress like an african dance mask. She took my face in her hands. “Ready?” she asked, drawing my attention away from my fruitless search and onto her, standing there before me. And then she kissed me.
Kissed me because she loved me and claimed me and would never let me stand alone in need.
And then she was gone, and I continued to look for my young man who was nowhere to be found.
Finally, I poked my head into the kitchen and saw three fat and laughing serving women who had made themselves a feast from left-over pizza crusts, embellished with this and that, transforming the scraps into something sumptuous. I made a small sound of appreciation and they drew me in and fed me.
I woke with a sense of wonder. Who was that woman who had blessed me with a kiss? A goddess, truly. And the three in the kitchen, goddesses too. And they were FOR me, every one.
I was left with this joyous sense that I need not want and would never stand forsaken. I belonged to the goddesses.
I have paid tribute to my dreams ever since.
What a fantastic dream! I had chills reading it. Thank you for sharing this with us!
In the beginning of 1993 I had a very compelling dream, which in retrospect was preparing me for the coming months, which included: losing my job, finding out I had a granddaughter whom I could never see, and a major blowout with my adult daughter, who had a disorder and was screaming at me, and we were subsequently alienated for a long time. I believe this dream gave me the vision I needed to survive all of those events. Here is the dream:
I am in my “castle in the sky”. It is my creation, and is an ongoing creation. There are lots and lots of rooms and I can create more at will. It is very high up and has a beautiful panorama to look at. It is home, and it is peace. I know that I can come back here at any time, but for now I am going to “Paris” to live my life fully.
Thank you for sharing, Carolyn. Amazing how one dream can hold the healing key to help us through difficult times like the ones you shared.
I became really fascinated by my dreams in my childhood. I dreamed a lot and thought about and remembered them a lot (I wish I still remembered them, I only remember a few from my earlier years now). The first dream I remember being very effected by was when I was 3 or 4 and I had a dream about a t-shirt–it was pink, and had a shiny, glittery decal (late 70′s style) of a bubblegum machine on it and I was so happy that it was mine, because the colors felt so good in the dream. Then I woke up and realized it was just a dream. After that, it became a bedtime ritual to try to visualize that shirt while falling asleep so I would dream about having it again, and one night I was actually able to make myself dream about it again.
Later, in sixth grade I started a dream journal, and I had a dream that one of my classmates died in a plane crash. The next week one of my classmates DID die in a plane crash! Not the classmate I dreamed about, but someone in the 8th grade. That experience really effected me!
Wow Alina! Very cool that you were able to bring the pink shirt back, and that you had a precognitive dream that you remember at such an early age. And starting a dream journal in sixth grade…wish I’d gotten started that early!
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t conscious of my dreams, even as a child my dreams were vivid and I was very conscious of what was going on.
As a little one I used to dream there was a Wizard that visited me in our attic. This wizard used to play a weird card game with me, I say play but it was more like he was teaching me. He would be in flowing robes and an awesome Wizard hat.
I continued dreaming as a child but no longer saw my Wizard friend, then I hit my teens and he reappeared. He began taking me to a lake in my dreams, but he never spoke, but I could hear him. At the lake he began teaching me how to use some internal power to make the water rise, by concentrating the energy in my stomach area and not have any doubts. It was during this dream I realized my life would be different.
My most important dream played out this way:
I was walking down a road on a calm day, a voice from inside me said “I am everything you see, feel, and smell”, my response was “huh??”. The voice, now resounding, said “I am everything”, but this time I felt what was being said in a way I can’t put to words. I will never forget that dream, and when I get a little lost or depressed I bring it to memory.
I could go on, but I’ll leave space for others.
Kevin C. Thomas
Metaphysical Minister (Yes, this is what the dream lead to)
Fantastic Kevin! I love this story. Thank you for sharing it!
Why do you pay attention to them? I have always liked dreams and even more so the lucids, so pay attention in order to get more of the latter.
When did this love affair start? When I was 5, after a lucid nightmare; so intense and exciting that I had to start my quest to learn how to control them.
For instance, did you have unusual dream experiences as a kid? Yup, my first lucid nightmare.
Or a Big Dream that grabbed your attention? See above lol
What stands out for you as the moment when you just knew dreams were important and you wanted to cultivate a deeper relationship with them? That was a bit earlier, since I was 4 until a few years back, all my dreams started as false awakenings and I had some trouble living the same thing several times a day, I wanted to make the most of it but had no idea how to until that nightmare when brother told me that controlling dreams was possible, then the quest began.
Thank you for sharing, Pedro. I think it’s great that, although the lucid nightmare was intense, you decided to continue to pursue dreams as a path. And at such a young age!
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After hearing your info about calling upon our Ancestors I had this dream:
8 women came to help me
Mixing in a cauldron all I need to handle the situation
Intense feeling like a bad sunburn all over my body: skin hurt really bad
Didn’t want the guy or anyone to know I already knew
I could see into his pocket all that was there
I’m the most “non-indigenous” person from the outside with these powers
The powers that be will take care of me. They’ll hold me close and never let me go. In a ring of fire they’ll never let me tire. According to the plan, they’ll always hold my hand. In the face of fear, they’ll always be near. The thoughts you think can keep you stuck, round and round as if in a muck. your “song” is your shield, your knowingness is true. Shining like the sun thru all of you. All is well. No fear is the key. Trusting the process in all you see. The force of life flowing thru all things is alive and well like water in springs. The constant ability to see this life as a dance, to change bad to good and make magical romance.
To watch the trees growing, the fairies dancing in the sun. The energies flowing: us all connected as one. To open my heart up to the fullest expression of Love…The life energy allowing , as below so above.
I dance with my sisters. Hand in hand in a circle like a ring. Feeling the support and love….from our hearts we do sing. Knowing the plan has been made. We are guided by the stars. Our hearts are directed from the moon to Mars. They speak to us at night as we sleep in our dreams. Guiding us in synchronicity as a fairy godmother so it seems.
I am so happy you all are supporting our dreams as they carry amazing medicine. Many blessings to all and magical dreaming for everyone. ((:
Wow, Victoria. Was that all one dream? Very appropriate!
Quite a dream to have after incubating an ancestral dream! Really glad you shared it with us here, Victoria!
I was 15, and I had a dream where I went to a friend’s place (who I had not yet met in real life). While I was there, I began to float around the room. I also felt the presence of ghosts that I could not see, and I felt helpless to control my floating around. At some point I left the place and was walking down the street, and I was being harassed by these invisible ghosts as they pushed me and poked me. I was afraid of them; I felt like I was being taunted and teased by invisible bullies. I awoke terrified, in a “vibration state” that would not subside for several minutes, and I had the distinct impression that I had been out of my body during the dream and that the ghosts were real entities interacting with me.
I later met the girl from the dream in real life (though I didn’t recognize her at first), and we became friends. I spent the night at her house, and when the song from the dream came on the radio, I realized this was the friend and the room from the dream, and I told her about it. She confirmed that her apartment was haunted and described various phenomena she and her parents witnessed.
Within a few weeks, I had my first conscious OBE, which was amazing. It took me a long time to realize that the ghosts from the dream might have been just trying to “wake me up”, not necessarily trying to harass me. I now see that dream as an initiation of sorts into the world of out-of-body experiences.
Totally fascinating, Renee! I’m so glad you shared this here. Isn’t it amazing to meet people from dreamtime in waking life?
What rich and colorful dreams, everyone! Thank you so much for sharing. I have truly enjoyed reading your dream journeys.
What’s your dream story?
My dream story. I am now 62, but I remember the first precognitive dream I had, it’s still clear in my mind after all these years. I was 5
My parent had become close friend to a couple called the Chitwood who had been our next door neighbor for I don’t know how many years, They had moved to Texas, so we were leaving Kansas to go visit them. I was my first trip that I remember. We were some where in Texas and I was setting behind my dad who was driving. I looked out the window as we past this old farm house. I had dreamt about the same farm home two night before. It was a two story home with pealing white paint. The road leading to the house was dirt. There was on the far side of the home an old model
T car up on blocks like some on was trying to fix it. Right across the dirt road going up in front of this home was a huge old tree, on the tree was a tire swing. “I said to my mom who was in the front seat look mom at that house, I dreamt about it a few night back.” My mom said to me, honey all those old farm house look alike. Now the thing I remember most is not that I knew I had seen the house, what bothered me was that was the first time ever that I realized that your parents could be wrong, they didn’t know every thing like you thought they did. It was a very heady thought for me at five. Year later, I told my mom about the incident, she laughed and said, How was she supposed to know that she had a daughter that could always have precognitive dreams that came true. She was my greatest champion. She thought my dreaming was the most wonderful thing in the world, I on the other hand was scared of my gift. Really scared, back then there was not internet to look up things, , the library had noting on the subject and no one ever mentioned it on TV except to laugh at people who might be dumb enough to mention anything about anything psychic My mother through the years took real joy in me telling her of the future. If had dreamed and plane went down, she would tell her co-worker how and what had happened, that color the unifors were and what caused the accident., as soon as the radio came on with the news at work of the tradgy. I dream all the time. I can go to sleep and then dream I start the drea I had when I woke up that morn. If I wake up, I always have a dream in my head. I have never woken up with out a full lenght movie drem in my head. I experienced a 4 year period where my dreams came true every single night. I was scared. It is not fun when there is no one to help you, and no one on the planet seems to do what you do. It is terrifying because you feel so different, you do not know what is going on if it is truly one of the gifts the bible talks about. I got scared and Told God thank you for the gift but I could not handle it. So now I only have about 3 or four dreams a year that come true. I tell family about them first so they know . They have no doubt after all these years . I have been reading a lot about psychics and quantum theory and I think I have find a way to make since of it all. Thanks for listing Linda in Kansas
Wow Linda, that you for sharing your story about being a precognitive dreamer. I understand how unnerving it can be to have a gift like this and 1. not have anywhere to go to get more information and 2. not know how to deal with it. I’m glad to hear at least your mother talked with you about your dreams, even if she didn’t totally understand what you were going through.
And we’re glad that you found the DreamTribe!
Hi Linda,
Regarding your dream about the dream of an airplane crash— I have never heard of the colors of unifors….. Can you give me an idea of what they are, and what they do. I have never heard of them.
You are quite the dreamer! Fellow dreamer, Linda2
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I wish I could tell amazing stories like those I’ve read above, but I’ve only recently started having psychic/lucid dream moments. I’ve always been fascinated by dreams and would record “weird” ones in my journal. I didn’t attempt to interpret them, though.
In the spring of 2008, I began a journey of healing from my abusive past. Part of that involved taking some dream classes. At first, it was wonderful. I got such reassurance of what I was doing. Then I went through a period where I had terrible images: psychos, deformed animals and people, dismembered bodies, corpses, rapists, kidnappers, and being threatened with rape, assault, and murder. That was a really difficult time! I wasn’t scared off, though, from working with my dreams.
I realized that this was a necessary cleansing. Thankfully, the nightmares died down and I probably have the normal rate of nightmares now that most people have.
I’d say the most awe-inspiring dream I had was one where it was twilight. It had just snowed and the snow twinkled with rainbow sparkles. I was at my mother’s house with my dream teacher and was taken to the backyard where she had two gryphons. They were a pure white and glistened with rainbow sparkles, like the snow. I realized that the rainbow gryphon symbolized my spirituality, so I chose it as my online identity.
Rainbow Gryphon, that sounds like the gryphon may have some important lesson or wisdom to impart to you. Awesome.
I agree with Lynn! Sounds like gryphon is a fabulous dream mentor for you!
I totally understand having the initial feeling of “oooh! dreams are fun!” and then going through the phase where a lot of shadow material comes up. Bravo to you for getting through it.
Nodding off on a bench. A car wakes me and the couple I was visiting was pulling away. Go in house to bedroom. Twin beds. One is made with a delicate cover of yellow. The other is a mess and is my bed. Thought they left because hadn’t made the bed.
In the kitchen is a maid. I don’t feel welcome and decide to leave.
“I’m dying anyway.” Referring to my physical. Suddenly she is close to me. She smiles lovingly. “Why don’t you doing energy work?
Next I’m at a small table to call a cab.
This is recent. Like the phrase, “You made your own bed so now you have to lay it.” My “bed” is a mess. I now know on a deeper level I don’t feel welcome on Earth. My house is not welcoming any more because its a mess. My husband would get upset when I tried to clean because its his messes. Finally I threw in the towel. Stopped caring in order to not have chest pains.
He’s ruined our finaces. Our credit. And now may lose our messy home because he didn’t pay the taxes. My son took his life, that did me in. And this is the tip of the ice berg. I don’t blame him. No guilt or shame allowed. I live in the now. Just writing what happened in the past that has brought me not “feeling welcome” any more. Meanwhile I pray and trust God. As for energy work, I don’t know if I want to, other than pray.
Linda, you might find solace and acceptance in working with energy. Why not explore it and see if it is for you? To feel more welcomed, you might try a grounding meditation with the Earth. If that is not your fancy, then just try sitting outside by yourself and soaking in Nature, the sun, the breeze, the trees, the birds, whatever wildlife there is there. Just let it soothe your soul for a while. We feel like we dont’ belong a lot of the time because we are so removed from nature these days. Reconnecting can do wonders.
Hi Linda,
I am sorry to hear you are dealing with such an intense time in your life. I agree with Lynn…perhaps it is time to pursue energy work. Often healers are called to their path during times of disintegration like this.
Also, so you know, several of us at the DreamTribe are healers and would be happy to work with you.
Thank you for your bravery in sharing your story.
I have a lot of odd, weird, vivid dreams. Most are pleasant or just vaguely odd.
But here are two that gave me chills to the core.
In one, I was in a seat that was tilted back all the way with my back toward the deck. Everything was fine one second, then the next, I was suddenly engulfed in flames and falling backwards, down and through the deck and out into blackness.
I woke up screaming and had terrible chills. It was early morning and I knew I would not get back to sleep after that terrifying dream and so got up and took a hot shower to get warmed up.
An hour later, it was on the news that the space shuttle had burned up upon re-entry.
Needless to say, I was rather freaked out, by both the dream and the real event. I suspect I dreamt it as it actually happened.
Another dream that scared me to bits was one in which I woke up as a “moon” slammed into my stomach. I woke up screaming again and jumped out of bed. I thought I was dead. This cold hard dark gray ball of space rock slammed right through my middle and while on the face of it, it doesn’t seem very scary, it truly terrified me. I have no idea why or even what it means. I had chills far worse with this one than with the space shuttle dream.
Thankfully I don’t have such scary dreams very often.
Lynn,
Wow. Truly spine-tingling dreams you’ve shared.
Perhaps you’ve already done this, but have you explored what “moon” means to you? If it were my dream, I’d connect the moon with the Feminine and wonder if this is the Feminine’s (admittedly harsh) way of getting my attention.
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Katrina, it’s possible that was it as I have had issues since then ending in surgery – which is taking forever to get over. It just didn’t feel like that was it at the time though. It certainly is one of the more bizarre ones I have had. Although, thinking back I had a nightmare regarding giant boulders as a child. Big walking boulders. That’s kind of interesting and I shall have to think upon that some more. Maybe it’s related?
I would like to ask you a questiona about dream. If some dreams are sincronicited in the vigily day,and I can recognize, it means that the things that we do during the day are before making or planning in the inconciusness ??. What is your opinion about the sincronicity???
Thank you for everything
Gemma,
My understanding of synchronicity is that it is the unconscious, or guides, or ancestors, or other helping forces getting our attention in waking. The flow between waking events and dreams can work together, creating patterns that we recognize as synchronicity.
I’ve always had detailed and vivid dreams. I had a lot of health problems, even from birth, which still limit me a lot. I had pain problems, and that was the first “lesson” for me – very simply put, when I was ‘awake’ I was in pain, when I was dreaming, I was not. Once I had that basic dividing line in my head, my dreams became a playground where I could do all the things I couldn’t in waking life – and more.
The few people I’ve talked to about my dreams always had the same reaction, a combination of shock and surprise. It just seemed that nobody else dreamed with the kind of detail, control or anything I did – which fired my curiosity to see if the way I dream was really all that strange or different. I’ve taken classes, and workshops, read bunches of books about lucid dreaming, dreaming mythology and dream studies and have been hooked on the subject ever since.
Ro,
I like hearing how you have been able to work with your vivid dreams in this way. Have you been able to work with some of your health problems through dreaming?
I’ve tried, but the hard part for me is being able to incorporate any changes into my waking life. Limited cash and inconvenient locations aren’t much of an obstacle when I dream – but when I’m awake, they have definitely been challenging hurdles.
I totally understand that. Perhaps, just to throw it out there, your dreams might know of a way of healing that doesn’t require money…
I,too, got hooked on dreams at an early age, about 3. They say by 3 you know what you will be in this lifetime….. anyway, I will write about dreams later, but have found there is great cleansing that helps us in our life.
This is one: I had a nightmare that someone was following me and trying to kill me. This same dream idea, followed every nite for approximately a week. Each nite the same theme-they were after me-and each nite I was able to escape unharmed. I wouldn’t let them kill me no matter what tricks they pulled. All the dreams took place outdoors. Finally, One nite, I decided that I was tired of being scared. I saw myself (unusual) at the bottom of a hill. It was Fall and the leaves from the trees were on the ground in beautiful colors of red and orange. A Chinese looking man had a gun and was following me. I looked at him and said, “go ahead…kill me.” He went ahead and shot me in the chest. I was unafraid.
From that day forward, I have been pretty much unafraid…even death
doesn’t scare me in the least. I “know” there is nothing to fear. You can learn great lessons from your dreams.
I would like to say my OBEs REALLY hooked me into dreams. My dream hero is Robert Monroe. What a guy! See you in my dreams, Linda2
Linda2,
I love how you faced your fear in your dream! I believe if more of us could do this, we’d make some major strides. I’ve never allowed anyone to shoot me in a dream, but I have faced bullies and hugged them, to great results. Thanks for sharing!
I had 3 dreams in one night
First dream was with hex and bajo from a TV show called Good Game, they were playing alex kidd and near the beggining of the stage they found a secret level by glitching the game, after that thet started playing champions online for some reason.
2nd dream, for some reason sylvester stalone was chasing me, i ran into my house and arnald schwartzenegger was my dad and he was just sitting on the sofa reading the paper
then stalone came to my house in a helicopter, i grabbed a gun that shoots out rockets and eventually bought down the heli, stalone walked in my house, i cannot remember what happened next.
This dream was a bit strange and awful
i met this little 8-11 year old girl i think she liked me, asked to me to help with get school project, something about a mosac. i never showed up, until later because i was fighting stalone, she forgave me but she got angry with me alot screwing up a few time on her project, just then bullies came and started picking on her, of course i stepped in, i dont know i felt like i needed to protect her, like a father figure, then they started picking on me, they stole stuff and started playing keep away, i cannot remember much after that point but i had a dream, yes a dream in a dream..it can happen.. i was grown up…well grown up more and the little girl was not a girl anymore she was like 20 something and i think we dated.. i cannot remember what happened next. just then the dream within the dream ended and we were back to our ages, and i was back with the little girl at the table with her project, just then the bullies came back, but it seemed this sceene was the same as last time, so i knew exactly what they where going to do, with the keep away i grabbed the item straight away, they kept trying to steam from us but i wouldnt let them and they were angry and surprised. after that school bell rang and everybody was going home, i walked to the bus stop but the bulied kept following me, when i got on the bus the girl was there to, she told me why she was angry and she liked me…….. i cannot remember what happened next (honest)
Just then i was in the dream within a dream again, this time it was at a market place. but this time i wasnt my older version me, instead i was my self, and i can see the older version me walk by, (think of back to the future 2) then i heard one of the bully from before called out to the older me, he was an adult too, but my older me didnt listen and walked away.
after that i confronted me, and told me i look familar, he also told me the little girl i was with years ago, well he kocked her up and told me the baby next to him was his, the baby was around 3 weeks old, the baby looked kind of weird, like not a real baby in real life, but a baby is still a baby. this part i hated and wish i never dreamed it
i grabbed the baby and started punching it and punching it, it was bleeding everywhere, the bully didnt seem to do anything he was like paused
i then realised what ive done and i picked up the baby which was crying and i cuddled it and i was so sorry, i gave the baby to the bully, and i walked away and looked through the stalls.
i went to one stall, which had proffesional looking drawing pencils, i was interested in it, and i asked how much it was, the stall owner told me it was $399
after that i woke up
You want us to tell you about our love affair with dreams and our Big Dreams in less than 200 words????? I don’t think that’s possible!!!
All of the posts of all of you here at the Dream Tribe inspire me. And it does help to know there is a community of dreamers out there, even if it is a cyber community.
I don’t remember dreams from when I was a kid, but I started having Big Dreams when I was in my 30′s, I guess – dreams of Native Americans, witches, animals, teachers.
I’m assuming my many dreams of Indians are indicative of past lives, though there may be an ancestral link as well. I feel certain the witch dreams are also past life indicators, although it is certainly possible there would be a wise woman or two in my ancestral tree.
I would love to share the first dream that felt like a “medicine dream” – one in which several animals came to me in a powerful way, but I’m not positive I’m meant to share the dream in this context. It has always felt like a sacred dream.
I will say that first a specific bird came to me, and then a whole “crowd” of those birds. And then a very vibrantly colorful animal leaped through the window and joined with me in a very kinesthetic melding/union. The next two scenes with the next two kinds of animals seemed to indicate that I was not yet ready to claim those animals as spirit helpers.
I’ve kept dream journals for well over twenty years and they are an extremely important part of my life. And I deeply yearn for more connection with other dreamers.
Is there any significance if you dream in animation?
my dream i have to share
) anyway after it ran up too me it like shape shifted into a little girl ( It was the most weirdest thing you could picture a cat turning into a girl It was so bizarre!) then I woke up.
I was standing in front of a forest next to a really nice lady who i was talking too I cant remember what we were talking about but I just remember her being about 8 foot in height she towered over me (im 6 foot on the mark ) when we were talking it seemed that I already knew her and I remember a feeling of like hmm unconditional love/happiness kinda feeling I felt really happy to be talking with her and she felt the same as I did, after talking with her about god knows what I remember her saying “this is snow she will help you” or something along the lines of that, after she said that a big tiger jumped out from this forest and ran over to me but i wasnt afraid, like this big cat and I already knew each other( weird
I had a dream a few weeks ago that contained some vivid and lasting imagery. I was in front of a table, and 4 cards were laid out before me, as if in the 4 directions: north, south, east, west. Each of the 4 cards had the number 8 on it. Then I was given the name “Michael,” and a series of four numbers, with emphasis on the last number, 9.
For the next couple of weeks, a series of fortuitous events occurred in my life: reconnecting with an old friend from elementary school, making new friends, and serendipity manifesting in various places. A friend suggested that archangel Michael was the “Michael” in my dream.
Not sure about the cards or the numbers though…any thoughts?
I had this strange, vivid dream last night. Very different from my usual dreams:
It was Christmas night. I was playing on the corner of the street with some friends, we were sitting down. I got and walked home (very near by). My dog ran out the gate when I opened it and I chased him. When I caught him, I was so angry I chocked him (not to death, though). I closed the gate, went home. Inside, my brother was preparing dinner. All of a sudden, I heard a noise outside, and looked out to find somebody parking their blue bicycle in our garage. I stared as this big guy comes down, and starts to walk around our house. I go over to my brother in the kitchen to warn him and see the kitchen door is unlocked – I run towards it, but too late. The man has already entered and he’s got these big scissors in his hand. He demands that I give him another pair of scissors, and a chair. So I tell him to take the red scissors on the counter, and give him a plastic chair. At this point I’m panicking and babbling and asking him to leave, he’s got what he wants. He ignores me and comes at me, and I retreat into the living room. I start to hear some metal music playing and realise it’s from the backpack he’s carrying. I try to distract him by asking what band it is and saying it’s very good music. He tells me the band name, smiles, and then my grandmother walks in the front door in her bathrobe and towel wrapped around her head. I shooed her out, before the robber noticed her. The robber comes closer to me, and I panic and grab his arm, and he raises his scissor and slashes down.
Afterwards I woke up gasping and feeling panicked. It felt very intense – almost like it had really happened.
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hi, i think that was last year i dreamed about big white snake and a big arch,they were fighting each other and made big waves, and the scene was exactly in our place in the philippines, and the arch was slamming in the sea wall (that’s what we call it) that makes the arch slowly be broken(sorry for the wrong grammar)
and the broken woods from the arch they were flying as well as the big waves into the place nearby which makes people drowned and hit by the woods,,that was my first dream
and i dreamed again after months i think, about that big snake and the arch again, when i saw them i told to myself ”oh my god its happening again” so i ran unto my relatives, i told them to pack some foods immediately and go inside the van and we drove to the higher place where the water can’t reach us because i know many people will be drowned again, and i woke up…..
and after a month again same dream about that snake and big arch, at that time i was very close to the sea since my family’s house was there, and i was very nervous and so afraid, i walked fast and i run, all i think is to run far away from the sea, i did not think of my family anymore,,and i saw a pink small bike and i just stole that bike and drove as fast as i can, and i saw my friend he was driving a mountain bike i told him to follow me i told him to drive as he can far away from our place,, when the time i was so tired, i drive slowly and i was shocked why am i here , i end up driving to the place where i started,,and i stop by our house my father is waiting for me he asked me where was his vcd tape,, and i saw it was hanging in the bike and i gave it to him, and i was very confious i am wondering what happened, and i looked at the sea, its already low tide the water is empty, but the big white snake was still there it was looking at the arch in front of it,, and i told my father what i know about what will happen to the water because ive already seen it 2x before, he just answered me”if its time to die i have nothing to do with” …..thats all and no more dreams about that snake and arch again,, anyone can interpret it please/??