The house was dirty, and the electricity hadn't been working for a few days—even when it did, the lightbulb wasn't screwed in properly. The bathroom was filthy. At first, I was calmly sitting on a chair, and there was a white cat; we were getting along well. But then, I accidentally kicked the cat with my foot, and it started attacking me, but it was attacking me to the death. I kept having to kick it to try and make it run away without killing it, running around the house trying to escape, but it didn't work. Finally, I grabbed it in my hands and squeezed it until it bled, and then I threw the cat in the trash. I felt unbelievably bad. There was blood everywhere, the sink and everything else was filthy, and the house had a dark atmosphere. I said to myself, "Whatever, I'll go outside." Then I went outside and saw another orange-and-white cat in the garden. This cat attacked me out of nowhere, and I was forced to kill it again. After I kicked it three times, it died too. I said, "Damn it, I'm going back inside." Right around that time, some electricians showed up, and the dream ended.

I think it was a raven not a crow given that it was incredibly large and its feathers were not sleek. It was morning in my dream and I looked up at the window next to/above my bed and saw it sitting where there is usually a fly screen, I spoke to it saying “hello” and when it inclined its head to look at me I noticed it had eyes like polished crystals, completely clear and huge. I spoke out loud to myself in the dream saying I wished I had some food to offer it and asked it what it liked to eat and then it sort of lowered it’s head and body down and blinked at me. Then I woke up. In the dream it felt positive and friendly, almost like the bird had a come to meet me.
Now not three hours later, some myna birds have been flying into the glass doors of my bedroom and the windows of my living room!

I’d love to hear any thoughts and interpretations

This morning I had a terrible dream that my 3 year old brother got ran over by a car in front of my house. I cannot recall the early stages of the dream but it started off like a normal sunny afternoon. All I remember is that for some reason he was blind, (which he is not in real life) and he was running around playing I guess, and for some reason I left the front door open. Mind you, I have a small set of stairs on my front porch, but somehow he ran out (like a timeskip) and I was chasing him to come back and the sound of the cars on the street attracted him. As he runs toward the street I shouted for him and that’s when he got smacked and got completely ran over and had his head smashed open on the back right tire. It felt so real, that I felt genuine panic and shock my immediate thought and worry was that I had to tell someone but I just couldn’t move and that’s when I woke up. What could this mean?!

I honestly just need to post this somewhere because it’s getting too weird and I’m curious if anyone else has ever experienced something like this. Since I was 9 years old, I’ve had this recurring guy appear in my dreams. He originally showed up because I had constant, awful childhood nightmares, and his presence always brought me total peace. One weird thing right off the bat is that all of my normal dreams are strictly in the 3rd person, but the dreams with him are the only ones that are in the 1st person. Another bizarre detail is that even when I was a little kid, I always looked older in these dreams, specifically around the age of 20. I’ve been 20 for a few months now and I'm turning 21 in about 4 months, and my real-life appearance has weirdly caught up to exactly how I looked in those childhood dreams. I don't look much like my family either, so my brain didn't just copy them to guess my future look. Our dynamic wasn't just a basic protector thing either. In a few dreams it’s been explicitly said that we’re married. He’s super tall, and one time he told me he was Asian, specifically Chinese, and even told me his name, but I can never remember it when I wake up. When I turned 16, I went through an incredibly bad time for a few years and my nightmares were awful and he suddenly vanished right when things got worse. The last dream before he left, we were sitting on a couch and he suddenly got up. I finally got to see his face, but it was so blindingly bright that it literally made my eyes hurt in the dream, and I woke up. He was gone for years after that. I eventually started therapy, and a few months in, I mentioned him out loud to my therapist, which was the first time I had ever told another human being about him. Literally a few months after that conversation, he started appearing again. Since he came back though, the dreams have been going backwards, like we went from being married, to him saying he was my boyfriend, to the next two dreams just being us meeting for the first time and becoming friends. But the dream I had last night broke the reverse pattern. It was the odd one out because it seemed like we were already together again. During the dream, I accidentally mentioned something by accident, saying out loud to him that he’s just a dream and has been in my previous dreams. He got visibly mad. He snapped and told me to stop only meeting him in dreams and to see him in real life, and then he literally kicked me out of the dream and I woke up normally. I’ve always thought of the dreams as just dreams, and I’m pretty sure he’s always known that too, so I don't know why breaking the fourth wall out loud suddenly triggered him so badly. I don't know anyone in real life who looks or feels anything like him, and it's making me wonder if he's somehow real or what my brain is doing. I'm just curious about what's happening

I recently developed sleep issues due to anxiety and last night I had a rough night of sleep because I had schoolwork today I was worried about. For some reason, I had a dream where my younger sister, who I've always been very close to, died. It was unclear what she died from in the dream. I just know she was suddenly dead and the whole family was sad. There's no reason for me to be worried about her dying as she's only a teenager and is happy and healthy as far as I know, but this dream has been bothering me since I woke up.

I posted this before elsewhere a long time ago but not much interest and it’s a dream that still sits weird with me.

I was wondering if anyone has had anything like this: A dark room, a chair, similar to the one from the matrix, a small wooden table with a lamp on it, the lamp is turned on but it’s low light. A door behind, slightly open, dark beyond it.
There is no specific voice but I know I am being asked if I want to join ‘the in-between’ I declined as I couldn’t leave my family. Dream ended.

I had a dream that I was serenading a girl that looked very similar to me wearing my dream hair and outfit that I have saved on pinterest. She was pretty, alternative, and had a cool vibe. I start singing playfully with admiration (not romantically) "I think I'm a little bit obsessed" and she just gave me a horrified look that was mixed with disgust. When I woke up, I was like that was silly, but then I felt a huge wave of rejection and humiliation I started crying because I felt like even in my dreams I struggle to make friends.

I was wondering what this could mean. Especially since she was dressed in my dream pinterest look. Please let me know what you think.

Cuando tenía 13 años una prima que quería mucho murió, lo increíble de esto es que cuando estaba fuera del cementerio mirando como entraba la gente con el ataúd en ese instante recordé que ya había vivido ese momento pero fue algo muy efímero (lo había soñado); en el sueño me miraba parada mirando hacia un lugar fijo estaba con una falda amarilla buscando a alguien y llorando al mismo tiempo. Si, en ese mismo momento recordé el sueño, estaba fuera del cementerio porque tenía cólicos por mi periodo y no me dejaron entrar, el lugar fijo que miraba era como entraban al cementerio dejando a mi prima y lloraba por el dolor.

I would like someone experienced in dream interpretation to help me understand my dream. Is there anyone here who can help?

I It was like- three guys running down some stairs, to the bottom floor or a weird mansion (I was one of the three, but I was like "spectating"). And three girls were chasing them with knives. The boys all split up, I went into a room with a tun of mirrors, like a funhouse, and was killed, the second guy, bigger than me and the other, ran into a weird quartz bathroom. And the bathtub was full of blood, so the big guy tried looking into it, started yelling at it, and one of the girls reached out of the blood and dragged him in, where I assume he died. And the third guy (he was shorter, with blond hair and glasses, scrawny) was alive, and my prospective changed to a balcony, that overlooked just black, with two stone pillars and a very shallow rectangular pool, like 5 feet long and 2 feet wide, between the pillars. He was crawling out onto the balcony, his legs cut off below the knees by the third girl, who had a like, table leg with a knife strapped to the end, slowly walking after him. And idk why but she kinda like aged rapidly when the boy finally got to one of the pillars and rested against it, her body going from youthful to old to straight up bone (it stopped when she was just a floating skeleton with no legs, and the tatters of the girls shirt the only clothes, and she thre the homage spear, which struck and stuck into the ground as the boy rolled behind the pillar. And the last thing I remember is that, the skeleton swooped down at the boy, and the boy grabbed the spear, drenched it from the ground, and turned it so that, when the skeleton reached him, it got impaled. The only words I ever heard from that dream were, when the skeleton fell to the ground: "How did you-", as the boy crushed the skull with his ruined knee, and the skeleton turned to dust, and he just kind of killed onto his side, and cried. I was never "in" my body though, I was just watching myself. The other two guys did feel familiar- but I've never know anyone like them. The big guy was also blond, also, worthless detail, but the stairs we ran down were a spiral staircase, and i remember that it went like several floors upward. Thats all I remember about the staircase. I was 17 when i dreamed this, I think I woke up scared, confused maybe? I was a bit suprised I did die first- since people usually envision themselves as the hero or important one. And, I really dont remember anything about the girls, other than they were teying to kill me and the two boys. One thing I do remember was the final girl was blond, like the final boy. I remember the room that connected the others, it was a dinning room, with a high ceiling, walls of dark oak and a polished wood floor, with a large wooden table and chairs. It connected to the stairs at one of the ends, the rooms at the sides, and the balcony opposite of the stairs. The bathroom with quarts was kinda tinged red I guess? And the mirror room was just dark. Well I don't think it was clean either (the walls in the rooms). Its more like, the walls and stuff were kinda, out of focus? While the table, mirrors, and bathtub were clear. The walls weren't blurry or anything, just, undefined and blank. Ik it was wood walls but I don't really remember much at all about them. Just the table and chairs. There was a set of wood doors, with glass panels in them, that lead out to the balcony, just a small detail. Going deeper into this, there was two pillars and a small shallow pool on the balcony. what do you think the pillars, and the small pool, could have meant? Because, I remember the shallow pool, but the boy never interacted with it, almost like it was there to just occupy empty space. Stepping away from the final boy, the boy that was at the blood pool, the girl's arm, when it came out of thw blood, was pale, basically white, yet no blood clung to it, as the arm thrust a knife at the yelling boy. It was weird. Also, there were no lights, the bathtub room was the onlt room with some light, i dont remember the sorce. But the other rooms were just dark, kind of hollow? And, the chairs were set at the table in perfect rows on the sides, as If they were prepared for a special event or something. Why do you think I had such a morbid dream? I don't think anything was stressing me out, and I wasn't going through a bad time when I had this nightmare.

This dream has really bothered me and stumped me as to the why it was so realistic, as in like an actual script for a horror movie.

Some insight and thoughts on what this means would be greatly appreciated.

I dont take any medications and I didnt do anything out of the ordinary the day before.

It started out by me looking through dress clothes while my family was preparing for a party. I picked out a light blue blazer. I remember than that my father made me go outside to help him dig up parts of our front lawn with a tiller? I had also brought the blue blazer outside and so I hung it on a tree. More people came outside and then suddenly people were arriving for the party. It was a "first year graduation" party? I think this might have to do with me being in my first year of college. Anyway, I could recognize a lot of my close friends, but everytime I would try and talk to one of them i couldnt. I couldnt reach anybody the entire party. I was stuck wandering around my house and yard which was full of people and I couldnt talk to anybody. I could stand and listen to their conversations but everytime I would try and join in I would get shunned out. I also apparently forgot to invite a girl i vageuly know, and a couple people were angry and telling me how im a failure. And then as soon as the party started it was over. I was standing in the kitchen with my mother and she was very angry about something. She asked me if I had received my single pink carnation during the party? I said of course not, and she left the room and slammed the door.

I have never had a dream that when I wake up im shaking and depressed. Even though this is not a conventional nightmare, everything was so incredibly vivid. It was so erie. It was like i was watching my own funeral. Nobody in the dream realized anything was wrong. What could this mean?

I’ve been having recurring apocalyptic dreams since I was in high school, so for roughly 15 years now. They happen every few months, perhaps once every three or four months, and although the details change, the overall theme is almost always the same.

It’s usually some kind of catastrophe. Sometimes it’s a zombie apocalypse, other times it’s a war or some other situation where we’re running away from something dangerous. I’m almost always trying to escape, and strangely, I’m usually the one leading a group of people to safety. Sometimes I’m armed, sometimes I’m not. In one of my most recent dreams, there were zombies, and I was leading a large group of women. We kept running and trying to get away until we reached a point where we couldn’t run any further. I don’t remember what happened after that, or perhaps I woke up before finding out.

Sometimes we manage to escape in these dreams. Other times, things end at a point where I’m not sure we would have survived. The settings are interesting, too. Sometimes I’m in places I don’t recognise, but other times I’m in places that feel strangely familiar, including the house I grew up in. Some of these places seem to come from memories I haven’t thought about in years.

When I was younger, these dreams genuinely frightened me. I’d wake up sweating and feeling terrified. These days, though, I experience them differently. They almost feel like watching a movie unfold in my head. I wouldn’t necessarily say I enjoy them, but they don’t scare me the way they used to. I do enjoy watching zombie films and consuming post-apocalyptic content, so I’ve wondered whether that influences the dreams. However, the dreams started long before I began consuming as much of that material, and the recurring theme has remained consistent over the years.

I’m curious about why this particular scenario keeps repeating itself. Why am I always running from something? Why am I so often the person leading everyone else? And why do the dreams keep returning after all these years, even though the specific details change?

Has anyone experienced something similar, particularly recurring dreams involving apocalyptic scenarios, being pursued, or having to lead others to safety? I’d be interested in hearing your experiences and any psychological explanations that might help me understand this pattern.

I had a weird dream. Was wondering if anyone could decipher the meaning.

There was a white cow. And a farmer. I was on a barn, but there were no other animals. While environment was pretty still. I also don’t see the farmer yet atp.

The white cow was staring at me from afar. Didn’t get any negative feelings from her.

Then the dream cuts to the white cow staring to giving birth

Throughout this whole dream I’m standing from the sidelines.

Then out of the blue the farmer comes killed the calf with his shovel while still in the cow. It was really quick and sudden, out of the blue. No blood or anything thankfully, not my type of thing to see.

Then next scene cuts to the dead calf laying in a crate of hay. No blood, just beautifully laying there in the crate of hay. And I’m crying saying “no no no”

And I wake up.

What in Gods name was that and what is the meaning. I don’t dream often, but whenever I have in my life it’s always directly correlated to something that will happen in the future.

I also don’t watch horror movies, haven’t watched anything with cows, or anything that would’ve caused my brain to dream of the things/environment in this dream recently.

Had a dream that i was playing a new mario video game that was a dating sim where you played as princess peach and tried to date various male mario characters. If you've ever played Date Everything it was kind of like that except I was on a large, explorable island. I am a 22 year old gay guy which is actually pretty relevant to the dream.

The characters looked the same in their 3D models as they do in the games, but in the 2D sprites they were drawn in a slightly more bara-ish anime style. (The writing and art was honestly kind of catered towards my personal tastes in men which is unusual for my dreams, not to mention that within the logic of the dream this was supposed to be a game catered towards straight women and not gay men which is who bara is usually catered to)

A lot of them were more hidden/harder to find and start dating which was directly correlated to how obscure they were in the mario lore. Mario & Luigi were there at the start of the game, Wario was slightly difficult to find and gain access to, and Nabbit was hidden in a secret cave. There were also some characters that i don't think exist, like a tall blue toad with human length limbs and sunglasses. Bowser and the koopalings were "on vacation" and couldn't be found anywhere.

Whenever I approached one of the characters they seemed apathetic and annoyed that I was there no matter who they were

Halfway into the game I found an item on the beach called the “Gender Star” which allowed me to permanently make peach transgender and put her on HRT (this was the phrasing used in the description even though it changes her gender immediately) and she became a buff guy with stubble and a mustache but he still wore the dress and crown and earrings. (This is the second time in two months that a dream has involved a pop up menu informing me that a character has instantly become transgender and swapped genders. I am not trans personally) Changing my gender unlocked brand new female dating options, but it locked me out of the male dating options permanently and i decided rage quit the game which made me immediately wake up

The dream started out in the pandemic (my brain couldn't decide what historical period to put this dream in), I was in a slightly derelict room with floral wallpaper that was peeling in places which exposed grey concrete walls and wooden floors that were unvarnished, there was a single bed with exposed springs on the bare mattress and two big windows on both sides of the front door making the whole room bright.

I'm in the room and I look over, there are two youngish unfamiliar people who have one of those clear ant houses on a spindly wooden table, I go over to them and they say that they are bored because there's a lock down so they want to try raising bugs, I say that's very cool so I watch as they feed these bugs and they turn to larvae. The ant house has these little tubes on top of it for the bugs to explore so I watch as these little maggots climb through the tubes and start growing legs, as they grow legs and arms they darken in colour and start turning into the kind of flies that eat dead bodies (think huge black swarm of flies).

Naturally I'm a bit freaked out because I immediately realize their bug cage is housing flies that eat dead things and so I try to convince them to just get rid of the cage and call it a day, they refuse, it's clear the swarm is eating something dead in the cage, the flies have formed a mound.

Next thing you know it's the 60s (but still the pandemic), I'm in the same building and the flies are still there but now the peoples mother arrives, she's got a short grey haircut that is kinda permed and she's wearing a 60s floral house dress apron that looks a bit faded, I suddenly cut to the spindly table because it's longer for some reason, there's a bar of soap and there's a line of what I think is cocaine, the mother starts licking it and drinking white liquor that has appeared next to the white powder.

The children ignore her doing line after line of coke because the flies are too interesting so I try to warn the mother that drinking liquor after doing coke is dangerous but she just ignores me, I start tasting what she's eating in my mouth and it tastes soapy, I realize that she's doing coke that's been cut with laundry powder.

There's a brief time skip to the 40s where I keep on picking up scraps of cardboard to use as hair rollers for a wetset, as I roll my hair I keep on repeating to myself "when women weren't rolling their hair they were waiting for it to dry or styling it" over and over again, I'm sat on the bed that has the broken mattress.

I then cut to the 90s, the mother is still doing coke and the people are still only watching the buzzing mass in the cage, for some reason the cranberries have decided to pick up this whole situation because they think it's a good metaphor for alcohol abuse (not exactly a metaphor if someone is actively drinking themselves to death but I think it was in reference to ignoring the pile of corpse flies), it cuts to a cooler that is in the house full of hard liquor and the cranberries leave.

The dream finally wraps up when it cuts to the 2020s, someone has started making a video essay on what happened and how bad it was and I'm just watching everyone, I then wake up at 5am very weirded out lol.

(My friend does dream analysis occasionally and she said she didn't know where to begin with all of that so hopefully you guys have more luck)

I had an abortion a couple months ago due to severe morning sickness. I was put on birth control and everything was going well. My grandmother told me yesterday that she had a dream of me cleaning up my place very well, she said she’d never seen a place so tidy before.

She then said in the same dream she was going to the shop down the road from our house and saw a lady holding a baby improperly. She then approached her and told her she wasn’t holding the baby properly and showed her to hold the baby. The lady then gave her the baby and ran away and she tried to shout to her but the lady wouldn’t come back.

Fast forward I just took a pregnancy test and I’m pregnant again…. I’m not the most superstitious person in the world but this all seems super weird to me.

This is super weird.

Is this the universe talking to me or just a coincidence?

I dreamt that I was in an acting class in a theatre/auditorium and it was soon my turn to go up on the stage. As I’m rehearsing with my scene partner, I notice I’ve forgotten all the lines. I ask the acting teacher if I can skip doing the scene because I’m not ready and she tells me to take a break and come back.

I take a break then come back and the class is empty. I go up the auditorium and into a kitchen identical to a kitchen from my old home. In the kitchen is a scorpion. I’m so scared to kill it that I call my mom. She comes and instead of killing it she picks it up.

As she picks it up she’s telling me things like I shouldn’t be so afraid, it’s not actually going to hurt me, etc. etc. As she’s telling me these things, the scorpion turns into a golden insect that’s glowing and almost transparent. My mom then sets it free through a window and into a beautiful garden.

I don’t know what this means because at first it’s so scary and then turns into something like a fairytale

Anytime someone askes if I have had a paranormal experience, I tell them about this dream that I had.

I stayed at my Great Grandmas(GG) house quite a bit when I was little, when my grandma had work she whould drop me off and I would stay there till my grandma got back from work. She was as a heavy smoker so she always had health problems so I was mostly in a bedroom playing with my cousin (she adopted my cousin).

When I was 9 GG died. I didn't get to say goodbye, bc I was all the way in Wisconsin at that time. She died of lung cancer from smoking.

In my dream I was playing in the bedroom that I would play in at her house, just me no one else. I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, I run to the door to see who is coming down the hallway and It's GG. She looks so comfortable, and healthy (last time I saw her she was hooked up to 2 different machines, and very skinny). When she was walking up to me I was that there was a hole in her stomach area, around we're her lungs where, inside her stomach were clear white crystals. ( she died of lung cancer bc of smoking, and since there where clear crystals I took that as a sign that her lungs where clear now, and that there was no more smoke.) She hugged me, and she told me she had to go, I asked her when I would see her agian, and she said "you will see me when its time". I looked at her and gave her one more hug, suddenly there was this light at the end of the hallway, and she said "Goodbye", I said it back and she walked into the light.

I woke up, and ran while balling my eyes out to my grandma's room and told her what happened, and to this day I really do think that was her giving me the goodbye that I never got. I love sharing this, and I have always wondered if this has happed to anyone else.

I had a really vivid and bizarre dream last night. I can't recall every single detail but it really struck me as profound and almost deep in a strange kind of way. It sort of followed this guy (probably mid 20's) with sort of odd beige hair. The initial phases of the dream were sort of depressing. This gentleman had some sort of vice or conflict in their life. It felt grim. There was abuse involved towards a younger sibling. The whole thing kind of ran like a movie script almost. The gentleman went to a pharmacy of some kind and was fighting with his brother. Some kind of strange event happened and it's kind of like they both died. The overall feeling of the dream is that their reality was sort of morbid and cruel and they went into a paradisal state. Not a physical place but a tone or a pacing. They were happy and elated. Almost as though they lived in a kind of existential static. The main person was swimming happily and sort of ripped with a six pack. He could breathe underwater. It felt sort of melancholic. The dream then takes a dark turn as this new illusory reality begins to turn really contorted. Things move strangely and bad things happen. People get in the way. There is some kind of physical pain or psychological pain. It felt very melancholic and pessimistic. There was sort of an ambience of ''all possible realities result in suffering''.

I keep having reoccurring dreams where i am both on a cruise/yacht and encouraged to date various men. I’m wondering what the hell this means. I tend to have really strange dreams anyways, but this is a surprisingly consistent part of almost all my dreams in the past few years.

I only went on a Disney cruise once when I was four and haven’t been on any sort of big boat since, but I am gay

Two examples of my dreams:

i was in a hotel room on a cruise that i was kidnapped on (for a SAW style murder game/dating show) and i was waiting for a catboy to meet me for breakfast in secret where the cameras couldn’t see us then when i tried to talk to him my mouth filled up with little plastic pieces and i spit them out on the floor

i went on a giant cruise to participate in a magic the gathering event where i stole a bunch of cards. then i got in a murder mystery/escape room thing on the boat and i was chosen to be one of the victims and I didn’t know how i died but i had to stay silent even though I had such good theories about the mystery. and i wouldn’t stop interrupting so the organizers took me to a back room where I had to choose between a list of shelves which each had a photo of a man, a description of that man’s romantic viability, and a series of mostly unmarked gifts that i would get for free if I decided to date that specific man. Each man was ‘themed’ around certain objects or household appliances, like one was a twink themed around lighting and his gifts were all lighting fixtures, but like way more quantity than the others. Another one was sourdough and his gifts were like sourdough starter and a baking kit and a cheese board basket and he was a bear and supposedly really shy. Some of them were like, the actual objects themselves brought to life, one of them was a literal wedding ring with eyes and a mouth and arms and legs and his description said he was “full of drama, obsessed with appearance” and all of his boxes were unmarked. It was between the sourdough guy and the ring man because I was pretty sure the boxes would have actual expensive rings in them, i picked the ring guy and started leavjng the room but then all the other people in the escape room came in and started choosing for themselves and i lost the boxes and was trying to find them when I woke up

TLDR: i keep having dreams about cruises and dating

I had 2 dreams one was early this month my mother was waking me up saying a snake entered our house i was asleep and groggy then I could feel something moving under my blanket first a white puppy came out I was holding it and then there was movement again under my blanket there was a baby snake. Last night again I dreamt of a snake it was large and wrapped around me again in my bed what could it interpret

I tend to have a bunch of dreams like these.

Walking home in the city I live in and suddenly it warps into a completely different city.
Trying to bike home, but the streets start getting all messed up and random streets and houses that don’t actually exist start popping up and the road home gets longer and longer.
Being on class trips and getting lost, being in random fields and getting lost, on trips with friends and getting lost
Stuck in a building with the most random characters.
Stuck in a very colourful maze-like building that resembles a playhouse of sorts.
Being stuck in a building with other people and „care takers“ that run after you every single time you try to escape or even get close to. Each time they tell you that it’s for your own good. I think you get it now…

Anyway my life right now is definitely influencing all of these dreams, tho I’ve been having them for years. I have parents that don’t let me do anything, complain when I stay in my room all day, but also complain when I try to go out with my friends (I’m 18, my curfew is 10pm which is when most events for people my age barely get started.) My mom randomly decides what I should wear or how my hair should look like, where I go and where I don’t go to. You can guess what kind of parent she is. I also recently dropped out, so that might just be adding on to the list feeling, but anyway, how do you all feel about this?

I had a dream last night that I was sick with a respiratory infection and overall having a really bad day. I was chosen to go to an exclusive event that was going to give me exclusive access to makeup, perfume, and other self care items.

In the dream, we had to take a bus or taxi with other people that were also chosen for this special event. I was very excited, but also needed to get my three young children (7, 4, 2) ready and they were full of energy and Difficult to control. I continued to wrestle with them but eventually got them all ready and in the vehicle to go.

The dream changed and we were at the event. Once it was my turn to enter the venue, I realized that I had left my ticket at my house and couldn’t go back to get it. I asked if I could still get In and was denied. I asked several people In charge and was denied access each time. I was really frustrated and heartbroken, and also struggled with my kids as they were running around, touching things, and I was worried they would break things. I wasn’t able to leave since I had driven with the group in the big taxi, and was forced to try and keep my children safe while watching everyone get to enjoy the event. I felt so much anger, jealousy, sadness and frustration.

The dream changed and I was back at my car, backing out of the parking space when I was hit by a big white truck and the back of my car was crushed. I was upset, as the day had already been a terrible One, and the truck that hit me sped off. I got out of my car and asked the people around me if they had seen who hit me. Everyone said they saw my car get hit, but no one paid attention to what kind of truck or what the license plate number was. I was heartbroken and woke up still feeling the immense sadness from the dream.

I’d love any insight people have to offer here. Thank you so much.

Yeah so.. idk, I thought I would talk about it cuz I’m kinda confused why

So, to give context, octane is a character from apex legends, a game I used to play a bunch

I’m always octane, either just relaxing or vibing in the dream, or I’m on the arena fighting, to me it’s always super fun because I get to run like STUPIDLY fast in those dreams, and I also feel more.. happier because I am him? Idk how to explain it

What’s your opinions?

I'm just gonna put this out here because it had a heavy effect on me. You might find it long and boring. The dream started out with my girlfriend doing something bad, I can't remember what it was but it made me mad and upset with her so I stormed out of her building and into the street where I met a beautiful dark-haired girl about my age. We hit it off, she was wild and rebellious and I wanted an escape. We decided to sneak into a closed supermarket and steal some booze. We got in and ran downstairs to the store room together, she wanted me to find this fancy vodka that she liked but a security guard confronted us before I could find it. I managed to talk us out of it and we went to a back room to hop out a window. She had a knife tucked into her waistband and as we were climbing out it must have caught her because when we got out into the street something was wrong. She looked scared and had blood coming through her shirt. She fell to the ground and I called an ambulance and instinctively told them "my girlfriend has been stabbed" I realised I had no idea where we were and she was unresponsive. I think she bled out. That's when I woke up. I felt a real sense of sadness and loss but also I was glad I'd experienced it. It made me feel a lot.