My last dream—even for the time since the divorce has not been many good ones most of my nightmares have been about what lead to the problems these dreams have ultimately been scaring me out of my wits I get so scared that I think my current boyfriend is also going to end up leaving me just like how my marriage ended up falling apart
Each of these dreams has been in color its like a bad home movie that keeps playing over and over I can tell you what was said to me Nothing is more horrifying that having to hear over and over all the mean things he said to me I don’t know what I have done wrong to have to endure these horrible memories
My ex-husband, Ron, was in all these nightmares. What he said had significance because he obviously said it to be true. Obviously, he didn’t really think I was good enough for him anymore, and he wanted to say something to get me out of his life. He apparentely wanted to put the blame on him having PTSD all on me. In reality and in my nightmares, he didn’t care how he was making me feel whatsoever.
I don’t know what the dreams mean. All I know is that was a traumatic experience that happened over a year ago. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for causing all that mess to happen. Nor do I think I’m ever going to heal from the pain. This is a dark past that doesn’t seem to want to go away, making me so clingy to Sean because I’m afraid he’s going to leave me.
My mom has always had a thing of having dreams of people's deaths before they happen. Well, last two dreams of family member's deaths that I had were my mom telling me about these deaths through my dream. Crazy because this has never happened until the last couple of weeks and I haven't even talked to my mom in years!
i was dreaming that some special person, but far away...was texting me....i woke up and checked...certainly there was a text but not hers. But still a coincidence as i know it..
I tend to dream in color, and usually I can quite remember what I dreamed about, but it's kind of hard for me to recall what my last dream is mostly about although it just happened last night.
My last dream is a bit scary and weird. I was in a dimly lit tomb, walking around, seeing many tombstones with different names on it when suddenly the dead people there rose up. They looked more like some hard statues than zombies though and they only minded their own business. I stood in awe, observing the creepy situation. Unfortunately after a while, they somehow noticed my presence and all of those dead people turned their head to look at me. I was just starting to feel horrified when I awakened cold sweated. Need a while for me to realize that I was lying on my comfortable bed and was completely safe from any rising dead people.
I'm still unsure how I could have that kind of dream as it has been quite a long time since I watched any horror movie. And what that dream or anything in that dream might mean in my real life is still a mystery to me.
So I am going to answer today's "Writer's Block", because for the past couple days I have had very vivid dreams. I am not sure why the change, maybe cold medicine?
At any rate, I've had some weird head cold lately. This afternoon I took some plain old Tylenol sinus stuff with my lunch, resulting in me not feeling so great. Doing what I always do when I feel nauseous (and am able), I laid down. I curled up in a blanket cocoon, quickly fell asleep and had a really effing odd dream.
In my dream i was at what was "my" apartment. It didn't look like my current apartment, but it had all of my current belongings in it. It wasn't in Richmond, but was in Virginia Beach, right across the street from a pebble-y waterfront and was huge.
My best friend from high school, Ashley, was there and so was her brother Zac. I was showing them around my place, and we all hung out on the couch together in a weird people pile, watching tv. After a while we decided to go to Ashley's place and were instantly in California. We went out to the beach, played with her dog and wandered around. Eventually we all decided we were tired and took a nap.
Then I woke up to one of the cats making a ruckus.
However, when I woke up I totally did not expect to be where I was. I expected to wake up in Ashley's room or my VA Beach apartment. I was so confused.
I haven't spoken to Ashley in at least 10 years, and I think its been about 5 since I interacted with her brother. I have no idea what any of it possibly meant, but I immediately missed Ashley. It just struck me as odd that the two of them popped into my subconscious.
Oh, and to answer the other part of today's question, I usually dream in color.
I wonder what my cold medicine induced mind will come up with tonight.
About five years ago, my life went through major changes. I lost my husband, my car, and many other valuable things. I still had my children and my small farm, but had concerns about it. Friends and family also expressed concerns that I would not be able to handle everything alone. One night, I dreamt that a flood had lifted my house off its moorings. Another night, dream self tried to drive across a low water crossing, but a river appeared. Somehow, I could direct the car across the massive current to dry land. (Just so you know, this cannot happen in real life; I've seen people try it in just a foot of rushing water. It wasn't pretty.) The morning after the second one, I considered why these dreams were so vivid and memorable. I put the farm up for sale. The Realtor told me that the market was really bad, but my farm and my other stuff sold in less than a month. I haven't looked back.
Dream Big :) -Miranda
Well, the last dream I had ironically was a question that I wanted to put in the writers block, as well as a scene from the movie "High Anxiety", where Mel Brooks shot a man in the head, and I pictured various celebrities (male and female) as the victims, and them asking when the bullet hit their head: "And you call yourswelf a doctor?" before they collapsed on the floor. I often see one line my mother always says about celebrities: They are legends in their own minds, and when I saw one person saying that about the ultimate shithead wrastler, I pictured someone saying that in his speech that he made before he croaked.
I dreamed that I was driving. I don't remember too much of the dream itself, just that I was making a left turn and that there were direction arrows on the street. I am trying to get my license, and already failed the test once, so I guess that is why I dream of this and I think that maybe it's a good thing, because my head is filled with driving and so I will pass the test on the 21st.
I usually dream in colour, but the images are so bizarre I can't usually make head nor tale of them. Last night, I dreamt that I was at the funeral of a friend. His wife was wearing a white dress with red strawberries printed on it. His death was meant to be in December (I seriously hope not!) and I was confused as she was wearing summer clothes and was unusually happy.
Strawberries are in season around my birthday time, so I suppose there is SOME meaningful symbolism to it. Maybe about death/birth/renewal?