Hi everyone, I had a really strange and vivid dream last night and I would love to hear a spiritual interpretation of it.
Before going to sleep, I tried one of those dream divination methods where you ask the universe a yes or no question and ask for a specific symbol to appear in your dream. From what I understood, seeing bread or a field of wheat is supposed to mean yes, while seeing water is supposed to mean no.
My question was about a specific person in my life. I asked whether this person is currently thinking about me a lot.
I repeated the phrase before falling asleep and then had an incredibly vivid dream that actually woke me up around 2 or 3 AM.
In the dream, I was in my apartment and it was daytime. Everything felt relatively normal. I picked up my phone and called my current best friend. The strange thing is that throughout the dream I kept calling her by the name of my childhood best friend, even though I somehow knew that I was actually talking to my current best friend.
While we were talking, she suddenly said something like, “Do you realize that you’re dead?”
I was confused, and she explained to me that we had gone to an amusement park together. Apparently I had been on a roller coaster, hit my head against some kind of obstacle, broke my neck, fell and died instantly.
I started looking at myself and noticed something strange about my hands and arms. They seemed to have this subtle glowing or sparkling quality to them. That was when I slowly realized that I really was dead and that what I was seeing was basically my spirit.
My first reaction was to ask about my parents and my family. I asked her how they had reacted to my death, and she told me that my family was completely devastated. Hearing that affected me deeply.
But strangely enough, I wasn’t scared of being dead. I wasn’t panicking or feeling anxious. It was more like pure disbelief. I just kept thinking, “Wow, I’m actually dead.”
At some point I looked outside through my window and noticed that the street seemed unusually empty.
I then asked my friend whether we could somehow meet in person. She told me that it wasn’t possible because I was dead. I remember telling her that maybe we could still meet and I could be there as a ghost. I could move objects or somehow give her signs so that she would know it was me.
She said she would think about it.
Then I looked at my arms and hands again and could see that strange glowing quality. I realized that I was an actual spirit.
And this is probably the strangest and most memorable part of the entire dream. I kept repeating to myself, “So we really do have souls. If this is me right now, then we actually have souls. This is my soul.”
I remember being almost amazed by the realization rather than frightened by it.
Then I woke up and immediately thought, what the hell was that?
What confuses me is that I had specifically asked whether this person was thinking about me a lot, and I was expecting either bread or wheat for yes, or water for no. Instead, I don’t remember seeing either of those things. I got this extremely vivid dream about dying, becoming a spirit, trying to communicate with people I love, and realizing that the soul exists.
I’m really curious about how someone who practices spirituality, dream interpretation or divination would interpret this.

just dreamt of a sand coloured scorpion trapped in a spider web that let out a mist which i inhaled and made me sleepy aginst my will. I am not normaly a dreamer and i know we all dream but i never remember mine but this was very vivid and woke me straight away

The experience.

First of all: I’ve forgotten most of the dream.

I went to bed at 3 AM, but I likely didn't actually fall asleep until after 4 a.m.—I spent a long time tossing and turning, unable to truly drift off. Before I knew it, I was in a dream unlike anything I had ever experienced before. At one point, I found myself with a man, a woman, and a third person who—throughout the experience—kept shifting forms: a baby, a man, a woman, a child, a small animal, and so on. It was a completely transformative process; if I imagined a different setting, for instance, the scenery would change instantly. The same applied to these people's appearances: I have the impression that, at one point, the woman took on the likeness of Hayley Williams. A few days prior—before I deactivated my Instagram—I had seen a recent video of her singing, and she looked absolutely stunning. I was captivated and the image stuck with me, so I have a hunch that I altered her appearance to match hers at some point. Yet, I remember that the physical appearance itself didn't matter; the message was what counted.

For starters, the dream felt like it lasted an eternity. At various times, I found myself in chaotic settings. I felt fear. I felt certain urges. I conversed with and received help from those two constantly, while the third element felt like "comic relief," given how it kept changing into something different every moment.

At one point, it clicked for me within the dream: it was as if they were my guides. Yet, they were also a product of my own desire—representing the masculine and feminine sides that exist within everyone. All this, of course, alongside our constant comic relief.

I don't recall much detail, so I can't recount the actual conversations, but I felt a sense of belonging to that plane—a confirmation that everything was okay and that things would move forward. I had a COMPLETELY TERRIBLE weekend (on the earthly plane) filled with family arguments; in a fit of rage, I told my father—who actually repeated my words back to me—that if I unlived, the world would be doing me a favor. It was as if that dream was there to say, "hey, everything is fine; stick to the plan."

I remember the very end of it with most clarity.

My body and mind didn't know they were about to wake up, but my dream-self simply told them, "I have to go now," as a way of saying goodbye. I asked if they couldn't help me, and the young man made a motion in the air as if unfurling a sheet of notebook paper; a lot of things were written there, and though I tried to read them, the only thing I could make out was "to have a child." That was the only thing I actually managed to read. I hugged each of them (actually, I only remember hugging the woman, but I believe I did the same with the man), and at that moment, the third person—a child who looked like Lambo from *Katekyo Hitman Reborn*—was there, and I remarked that he was cute.

At any other time, I would have called this a nonsensical dream, just like thousands of others I’ve had in my life. But this time, I woke up feeling something completely different, and that feeling hasn't changed since.

I woke up around 6:30 AM. Yes, just two hours of sleep for an eternity of a dream. When I woke up, I turned toward the ceiling and saw various "light shapes"—the kind the eye produces when waking up—but they appeared as various *kanji* or *hanzi* characters.

I’ve been reflecting on it, and it really made a deep impression on me.

Is it too far-fetched to call this a spiritual experience?

It started of like a regular dream, but it turned scary quick. It started of at my aunts old house that I spent a good amount of time at during my childhood. When I walked into the house there was this high chair in the kitchen that just gave me bad energy. I ran to my cousins old bedroom to hide, but when I opened the door the high chair was there but this time there was a black figure that looked like a baby and it had these creepy eyes just staring into my soul.

Just woke up from a bad dream, not really a nightmare but I wasn't happy. It was about my parents. I forgot how it happened but I was confronting my mum but she started touching and harassing me. I told her to stop and threatened to call the police, she didn't stop so next minute i'm explaining the situation to this lady on the phone. I got asked a bunch of weird questions, like a survey, and I can't remember them but I'm pretty sure they were random. When they had actually came I regretted calling them and tried defending my mum, also telling them idc what happens to my dad just leave my mum. The police didn't do anything and went back to asking me questions, then my cat appeared randomly. Hardly any logic behind this but the police suggested I sacrifice one of my cat's legs which was supposed to make me feel better. Obviously I didn't want to but next thing i know he respawned with 2 missing, I felt guilty for it and pretty sure I cried in the dream. ATP my mum has disappeared out of the dream and I had to deal with my dad. He made his disdain quite clear and basically told me to kms. I don't have a good relationship with him, ages ago I've had one or two bad dreams about him trying to kill me.

I used to fight MMA and jiu jitsu. Is it just my body craving that close contact martial arts? Or something deeper ?

Edit: I just started a new job! week 3 now. It’s a role in education. So I have to be a really kind and patient person in my role. So, It might also be my shadow self expressing itself in dream state. As if I have to suppress anger and aggression in my new job.

[ I highlighted the "Significant Part" in case you don't wanna read allat :) ]

before falling asleep, I set the intention to know what blaspheming the holy Spirit meant, or what it would be like to proclaim it. js first know I'm not part of any religion, I just study around- it's likely we have different understandings

there was a lot of filler, so I'm jumping to the important part~

I was outside, away from my crew. we were in a third world country and I was finding my way back to the plane. I opened an 8 pack of vegetarian hot dog links to bring back to the crew, 2 each. I found a Green Book with its inside pages cut out (like a hidden storage/compartment), fit the hot dogs inside, closed the top, and used the microwave sitting on the floor outside.

seeing that I hit the low power option, I took out the dogs (still cool, no surprise), readjusted them, then closed the cover. I noticed the gold imprint, it was a mixture of English and whatever language they had, I was able to make it out "English Hebrew Bible." I tossed those dogs back in the microwave on normal power set to 3 minutes.

while I was waiting, I looked around me. it was a lard desolate dry yard with gears and miscellaneous items. over the fence there was a pool, and it had some ladies sitting at tables. they were older but not frail or withered. they sat there quietly, accumulating more and more with the passing moments. they were like birds, with intelligent eyes and a observant demeanor. there was another yard, with another pool, with the same sort of woman. it looked like they were resting and doing their job at the same time, like a sort of intelligence operation.

I took in the entire view, the sky, the pool, the women, the yard, the fence, it was all greyish green noir, like the color was sucked out of the air. I thought how I missed the states, and how grateful I should have been for the colors.

as I was crouched in front of the microwave, a cartoonishly large man with thick black hair and a mustache dressed in a very clean white uniform, decorated in medals, approached me with a small party of personnel. it looked like an Ops team. I'm so fxcked I thought I was being taken in. the man extended his hand, I took it, and he surprisingly assisted me up with grace and gentleness, like you would a delicate figure (woman, whatever)

we cut through some tunnels, hid from being seen, until we came up to an open space we had to cross. we stood inside what looked like the cabin of a split plane. this tall slim fella who looked like a dark version of Sanji from One Piece mixed with the Navy Admiral who looks like Adam Sandler (he also had a mustache), spoke his tongue & gestured for me to wear shades.. that magnified? saw ahead? he was making those sorta hand gestures. I found a pair of green rimmed dark tinted "army" shades. the man and Adam Sandler Sanji shook their head. I took the shades off and they offered me a different pair that was a translucent pink that was lightly tinted, sorta rectangularish. I put it on and they gave a nod of approval.

we ran across the water full of scraps and trash into an enclosed space.

This is the Significant Part:

we enter this maze space, the big man takes the lead unsheathing a small handheld firearm. we turn corners in this large abandoned looking, white metal space, reminiscent of the lab from BO2 transit zombies. a cheap plastic spider like machine (w/o identifiable limbs or head) pokes out and the decorated man blasts it apart. I noticed his gun didn't make a sound. I look down at the apparent firearm I had (it looked like smushed gears that resembled something like a gun- if a gun was nearly cube-ish all around) I pointed at the wall, took a couple shots. it fired, and it made no noise either.

then suddenly something came up beside me. I turned quickly and everything from that point happened in a matter of a couple seconds. it was an expressionless woman with long brown hair similar to mine, but it looked like she was part machine like the first robot.. but certainly was a real human. before I could think, I shot her and heard a voice say "die lesbian scum" idk if that voice was mine or what, but everything faded out to darkness.

then, I was swimming in a sea of blood. like the whole world was triggered and flooded in blood. the clouds were grey, the sky rained red, and me and the two men I was with swam to the sinking cargo plane now. I met up with my crew (woody and buzz lightyear- long story), they looked solemn. the whole scene gave "Game Over" vibes or you picked the alternate/lost ending route. then a turtle swam up to our idle crew, came up to me, got up close enough to see it's big eyes and noticed something on its face. under its eyes where eye bags would be, and over the eyes where the lids would be, we digital holographic text in a unknown angular language reading itself through on the turtles skin. like how signs have moving letters that say whatever message. and that was it. very end-credits-like

upon waking and ruminating, I felt immense guilt over the woman. like she did nothing wrong and I shot her. part of me thought it was me, the other recognizes the deep-rooted fear of homophobia. not that I'm homophobic, but maybe insecure a little. I've fondled the idea of leaning into a feminine/trans look as a dude. but I run into friction with my confidence and the views of people around me, even tho I should say fxck it . . I consider too many factors "rationally"

reallyyyyyy need help digesting this. would love love LOVE to her your thoughts

Whats up guys, I've been having this SUPER weird recurring dream. Probably the 3rd time I've had it. I really can't make any sense as to why but... here we go.

So here we go... The dream starts with me in a house that isn't the one I currently live in. I know it's totally unrecognizable to me but I'm for whatever reason living in it and in the dream I KNOW I'm supposed to be there. Maybe it's based off of one of my friends houses, I don't know... but it's not the one I live in right now. I remember seafoam green/blue tiles and dim lighting inside the house, and all the curtains and blinds are closed for reasons I'll explain later.

Anyways I'm living in a house I don't recognize and it's in a regular suburban neighborhood with practically 0 trees. The weird part is that for whatever reason there's a shitload of wild jungle animals outside, and I basically spend the entire dream in absolute fear of being seen. I go around the house, close all the curtains and blinds, and just pace around peeking outside.

But every once in a while, one of the animals breaks in. The first time I remember having this dream, it was some kind of mountain lion, tiger, puma, or something along those lines. This most recent time it was just a ton of gorillas outside. Anyways, the animal breaks in through a window and I ASSUME mauls me to death or something like that. I remember being attacked but the dream typically just restarts itself as soon as I start getting attacked. I don't remember what it was the second time, though. Maybe it was mountain lions again, I dunno.

This third time, I remember vividly watching my cat run outside and get torn in half by one of the gorillas though. For some reason that part made me remember I was dreaming so I wasn't super distraught by the sight of that since I knew that in particular wasn't real, but I never catch on and start lucid dreaming or anything. And then it just kinda keeps going till I wake up. The dream feels sorta non-linear, I feel like it restarts itself pretty much as soon as one of the animals gets inside.

20/M/straight.

Hello All,

I'm a follower of Christ and I had a weird dream I wanted some advice on to interpret.

I was at a restaurant with my brother and his girlfriend and they were arguing. In my dream I told my brother that I didn't want to go out with him if he and his girlfriend were just going to be arguing all of the time. Somehow I ended up talking to a girl at that restaurant where we were kissing and doing other inappropriate stuff.

Somehow I end up in a house I don't recognize that looked older and was messy and cluttered. This girl that I was talking too sets up her phone and says "I need you to tell them that you are with me." And I said "I will do whatever you tell me." To not provide any explicit details we are going to have sex and I look down and her eyes are black and smiling and she says in a deep and demonic voice like you would see in the movies: "You are mine."

I try to get away and she grabs my wrist and I can't get away from her, almost like trying to pull a brick wall. Was this a demon I encountered in my sleep? Or was it just representation of something else?

Okay so, I had been having a very active night of dreaming with a lot of different dreams after each other and as soon as this one started I realized I was dreaming.

I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed, there was someone above me and I didn't want to open my eyes because that "someone" did not feel right. Anyway, it was my mom - in her prettiest red jumper and with her braid the tidiest I've ever seen it. She told me that breakfast had been prepared and I asked her to lay down with me and cuddle (as I often do with my mom).

This would've been fine if she hadn't kept breathing down my neck (I'm quite sensitive around my neck) so I asked her to not do that and she seemed a little agitated. At this point I knew she was starting to realize that I knew she was not my mom and I tried to play it off but it didn't work.

Luckily I woke up before she was able to screech at me the way she did last time I lucid dreamed of her and asked her if she was real (this is why I was scared of her as it shook me up bad before).

But why do my lucid dreams contain something that disguises itself as my mom (the person I'm most comfortable with)? It's only happened twice but I've only had like three or four lucid dreams in total that I remember in the past few years.

There are too many people. Why are there always so many people. I keep an eye on my mother. Since getting off the flight I have been riddled with anxiety. Worried she will wander off and not answer her phone when I eventually lose her to the swarm of bodies. It's early in the week. Everyone is shuffling toward work and school and appointments. By the looks of it everyone is running late. I turn my head. Making sure she is still at my side.

"Loren?"

The voice is familiar.

Mina?

"Hi!" I say to Mina.

What is she doing here?

Mina lives out of town now with her husband and daughter. She gave birth to their first child just last year. I have her on social media and was able to see her growth from a distance. I've known her since 6th grade — middle school, then high school. In middle school she invited me over after school one day. As soon as we got to her home, she took off her sweater and pulled off her prosthetic arm. No warning, no idea she had one. I overcame my shock with miraculous speed. At least, that's how I remember it.

In our sophomore year she moved away. We still visited each other. Life moved on. She graduated college, built a life. A few years ago I gave birth to my own son — born with one hand, just like her. She was the first person who received his picture. I am always thankful to have known someone like her. She's the type I look up to while raising my son.

She greets my mother and me warmly, then asks us to follow her to join the rest of the group. My mother looks all too pleased to follow.

We snake through the crowd. Mina taps the shoulder of a tall figure.

I know that figure.

He turns and gives my mother a warm greeting. Then he turns to me, smile wide.

"Hi you. Told you I grew taller."

And older, I add silently.

He did look older. I remember his braids — dyed purple. Now they're gone. A small moment of grief. I was hoping to see them again. The same ones from our youth.

In our youth.

Leon.

I also met Leon in 6th grade. New to the school, I kept my head down, didn't know most of the grade. About a month before summer, after losing a mile run to my twin sister and getting teased — not for coming in second, but because I turned purple after running — I was walking to the water fountain when I heard my name called from the boys' locker room. They were all looking at me, pointing to a boy at the front of the line. I was so distracted I nearly ran into the monkey bars. That pissed me off, so I ignored them.

Two weeks later we were walking in a line, half his friends, half mine. He asked me out. I felt bad, so I said yes. That was the only thing we said to each other for the rest of the school year. From the first day of 7th grade his eyes found me everywhere — first period, nutrition, lunch, PE. Didn't matter if I was looking for him or not. Others noticed.

We started talking on the phone. He asked me out again. It didn't last — my best friend's sister got involved, gave me an ultimatum, and my pride wouldn't let it be me. I tried telling him with my eyes not to go through with it. He felt bad. I stayed silent. He never looked at me again.

Not until a year later. 8th grade, after he and his girlfriend were announced favorite couple. Rumors spread he'd broken up with her — that she was heartbroken because he said he wouldn't spend his last year of middle school with someone he wasn't in love with. The looks started again, the phone calls, our friends mixing. I asked him to wait a couple months out of respect for her. Exactly two months later he asked me out a third time. I said yes, enthusiastically.

We graduated. He went to another high school. In the ten best months of my youth, he called to tell me he was moving across the country. We never said goodbye. Weeks later he called — he didn't know when he'd be back. Later we found out he never would. He eventually returned to our state a year later, but to a different city. We kept talking, kept hoping the way we did when we could still see each other. I knew our time was ending, so I gave him what I could only give once — my first love, my first kiss, my first time.

A year later I met my husband.

His smile is infectious as I reach for him. I give him a short, strong hug, reach for his hair, ask why he cut it — I was looking forward to seeing the braids again. He rests his hands on my waist.

"We've both aged," I say softly, caressing his face.

We separate. He turns to walk with the group. That's when I notice the woman at his side. Not sure if she's a lover or a sister. Definitely someone who loves him.

I follow the group, trying to keep an eye on my mother. There are moments I lose her. Leon or Mina eventually show up with her, or she pops up beside them — always right before I lose it.

We arrive at a restaurant. Leon is sitting on top of a table next to my mother, who's at another. I thank him; he moves on to sit with the group. I move to another table with my mother.

She leaves to gather items for goodie bags for everyone. I move forward in the restaurant, and that's when I hear Mina and Leon telling her she doesn't need to do this — warning her not to mix the fragrance, that it's too expensive for the group.

I look back toward her. The bottle is nearly empty.

I ask her why — the perfume, the bags?

"Because I want to," she says.

And who am I to stop her from doing what she wants.

This is where I wake.Loren

In the past Ive dreamt of being on a beach with a massive amount of Whale meat, with my family we were extremely grateful. Not long after that dream I got a significant job with a Maori tribe who are often known as the Whale Rider people.

Another time I dreamt of being on a beach and there were hundreds of Crayfish spread across the sand. Each time I pick one up, there was another larger one right beside it. I got a series of contracts after that dream.

Another dream I was in a Marketplace. There was seafood all around. I was given 3-4 crates for crayfish, but the top crate was empty. After that dream I got another job, then promoted to General Manager but resigned after 6 months.

Last night I dreamt I was in a large mall and was struggling with a large Sun Fish. After a small time I successfully caught it and dragged it through the mall.

I have just applied for two significant jobs. I'll take this pattern as a sign of whats to come. I am curious why this dream was giant Sun Fish, and why I caught it in a mall and not the ocean. Any thoughts welcomed.

Ok so my dream started out with me saying something mean to someone at my apartment complex. Then it cut to my apartment being on the news next thing I knew there where a shit load of people outside my door mad…. Then it cut to me making friends with some light skin girl and her man. It cuts to the girl being in my bathroom and she steps out and I was like yeah it was fun hanging out and she told me her bf was basically a sociopath. When she left (I remember there being a black figure for a split second at the end of my bed).I force my self awake because I forgot to tell her to come back tomorrow. When I woke up I felt this overwhelming fear my front door wasn’t locked and the mirror in my room was shifting up and down(Yes I was awake during this time I even pinched my self to see if I was awake lol). It was a very vivid dream. I still remember every detail after about 4 hours of being awake.

Ive been dealing with a lot of suicidal thoughts and overwhelming stress from work. I smoke a lot of weed so I rarely have dreams especially one this vivid. This is probably the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I woke up feeling cleansed of all my bad thought but really tired. I did pray before I went to bed which I don’t normally do. Can anyone plz help me shed some light on what all this might mean.

Live the life u love
Love the life u live
- Bob Marley

Hi,

So at the beginning I was sleeping when I suddenly had the sensation that I was falling out of bed. It felt very real and at the time I thought it was actually happening, but because I was asleep/half-asleep I couldn't open my eyes. At the exact same time, I saw a sudden flash of red in my consciousness/vision. Immediately I somehow just knew that my time to die had come, and that the red flash was a sign that my soul was about to leave my body.

Then I “woke up.” I found myself lying in bed, so I understood that what I had just experienced was a dream, thoughI was having a really hard time opening my eyes despite feeling conscious by then. When I managed to slightly peek through my right eye, I saw what seemed like a hallucination of a bird flying around the room. When I managed to peek from my left, I saw red writing on the wardrobe, though I couldn't read it because my vision was extremely blurry. I somehow knew these things weren't actually there and thought they were some kind of hallucinations/sightings I was experiencing while fighting to properly open my eyes.

Eventually I managed to fully wake up and open my eyes. At some point I saw my face and realized that I looked COMPLETELY different. I had different hair, looked like a different race and had an unusually long chin. My youngest sister (6 y/o) was next to me and she also noticed that I looked different. I opened my phone's gallery and looked through my pictures just to confirm whether I had actually changed. In the pictures I could see what I really look like IRL (my actual face). I couldn't understand what had happened to me or why I suddenly looked like a completely different person. My sister told me that someone had put a spell on me and that was why my appearance had changed.

I then went into the living room where my dad, mom and two brothers were. I deliberately waited to see whether any of them would react to how drastically different I looked, but strangely none of them seemed to notice anything at all.

The next part can be skipped since it's not really relevant.

My mom was about to go to the store and my brothers were going with her. My sister and I decided to get dressed because we wanted to come along too. My mom then came into my room (which IRL is actually my brothers’ room) and explained that she was going out because she urgently needed to pay a bill. She asked whether there was any way I could give her some money.

I told her to ask my brother instead (IRL he works and could actually afford to lend her money). She told me they had already borrowed 1000 € from him but had somehow lost the money. Apparently it had been all in cash and because they'd lost it they couldn't ask him again.

I told my mom that I was broke too. I checked my bank account and saw that I only had 20 € left, and that was supposed to last me until the end of the year. This part is actually pretty accurate to my IRL situation right now, my student loan has to last me until the end of the year and I currently have 120 € left of it. :D

End of skippable part.

After all of that my mom went into her bedroom to get dressed. I followed her and asked if I can come in because there's something I want to tell her. I started by telling her that for around three months I have been having disturbing dreams. (This is also true IRL, I have repeatedly been having dreams where I'm experiencing fear, panic, the risk of being abused/hurt, or basically just every negative emotion. Also I have pretty much only been seeing these kind of dreams, but that's another topic).

Then I told her about what had just “happened” to me while I was sleeping last night so the sensation of falling, the sudden red flash, and the overwhelming feeling that my time to die had arrived and that my soul was being taken. The moment I told her about the soul part, her entire demeanor changed. She suddenly looked at me extremely seriously, which is very out of character for her even IRL. Immediately she started to reache up towards some mysterious bag that was stored on top of a wardrobe. Her reaction was incredibly quick and instinctive, It was almost like the second she heard about the red flash and me feeling like my soul was being taken, she immediately knew something that I didn't and urgently needed whatever was inside that bag. She managed to grab the bag, but then lost her balance and fell. I immediately reached underneath her with my arm so that her head wouldn't hit the floor. Then my mom started crying (don't know why exactly but it felt connected to what I had just told her), I hugged her and I started crying too. END of dream.

This is the first time I've ever experienced a dream within a dream. I've also never dreamed about my physical appearance completely changing without me having anything to do with it. Then there's the whole death/soul aspect, the red flash, and especially my mom's bizarre reaction, which felt significant because that kind of reaction isn't natural for her even IRL.

So my question is what could a dream like this possibly be interpreted as?

In my nightmare I had a baby without knowing I was pregnant. I felt no connection to the baby. I neglected it (forgot to feed it, didn't change it's nappy regularly) because I would feel overwhelmed or just forget. I was calling every past sexual partner with the correct genitals to get me pregnant to see if they had any idea. This included people from over 20 years ago. (I am a lesbian and haven't had sex with anyone who could get me pregnant in 10+ years). I could not figure out who the other parent was. It was like it was my baby only, immaculate conception. I didn't have anything I needed to care for it and was on my own to deal with it. I did my best but the baby was clearly not getting the care it needed.

I had the weirdest most vivid dream I’ve had in a while last night. It started with me and my grandparents on a boat. I remember feeling scared and there being some big waves, but our boat remained steady and it was a peaceful boat ride despite the waves. After that, I remember being in my room and there was a bug with wings, but it wasn’t a butterfly or moth. It didn’t look like anything I had seen before. The wings were folded in at first, but when they opened up they were pretty big and they were yellow and green. I was trying to get the bug out of my room but every time I thought it was gone it would just come back. For the last part of the dream, I was in my basement and I was playing pool with some of my friends. It was like six of us playing all sitting around the table, and if someone missed a shot they got ‘exposed’ in some way. Like, if someone knew they had lied about something, that would be shared to everyone playing. I did wake up at some point and I fell back asleep, so these did not all happen in the same dream. I am unsure what to make of it and would appreciate any advice!

I was standing inside my country house in the dream, I was making something to eat. Someone was helping me, they were talking to me when I saw my horse out the window. He was standing in the yard, not where he should be. He escaped his fencing.

So I paused, ran out there, I said "Oh my gosh, Sunny's out!" And I went over to him. I walked towards the gate to lure him over. He bolted past me, nearly running me over. So fast his hooves were barely touching the ground.

He ran straight into the fence. He turned around, shook his head. I came over and ushered him into the gate. I clapped my hands and he went in. I was putting the lock back on when he started to look angry. I knew he was about to charge me. I hurried up and he started coming towards me. I got the lock on, closed it up. And then I woke up.

I hardly ever dream and I feel like this has to mean something. Sunny is more of a family horse than just "my horse". He's gotten out 2 times in my 20 years of life. It seems random, which means something right? Random is never random.

Yeah I just had a weird dream, An well I have a lot of them. Curious if any of yall can figure something from it.

Sorry for any poor writing I legit wrote this when I woke up 😭

"My dream: For the most part the dream was a simulator of being at a big hotel, I went with mum an we got a nice place (Recently I've been around my mum more) irl… For the most part I just explored. Turned out my girl best friend was staying there too after I actually joined a VC (Discord) with them in with they're friends too, After some audio trouble where I thought she hated me an got super super anxious an paranoid I found out she was coming over. During this time when she arrived she stayed in call with her friends while with me physically but she bought me gifts (Tubs, Spray bottles, The sorta stuff you give your aunt or granny) an it was thoughtful to me, So I asked “May I have a hug?” she said yes an she said after hearing me whimper “Oh my sweet summers child, Your like my son” after the hug I layed on my stomach on the bed behind her dog tail wagging (I gained one momentarily I guess?) an we chatted about things we meant to about how we feel as friends (Strictly platonic but still important an all) After that I left the room but I accidentally locked myself out (Roughly after an hour in the dream so she wasn't there anymore), I then tried to get the help of a work lady but I lost my shirt an she was being dismissive of me another worker said "If you don't have your key, We don't know if it's your room so your stuff is for forfeit if you don't get them back before your stay ends" So I decided to people watch I found an Asian dad of two kids. One dressed like a ghost who radiated ice powers (leaving a snowflake pattern on the floor under him), An one with a fire motif an radiated flames under him dressed like a dragon (More like Halloween onsie versions of both a ghost an dragon) I found out so long as they stayed next to each other they would be fine, But the fire one kept trying to run away to cause havok as the ice one kept tugging him close… I followed curiously an amused till I lost them, That's when I came upon the ice rink an decided to clean it. On this I found out about a skate battle thing (You perform an fight your opponent) but there was a devil dog thing, So I took the challenge of fighting it grabbed it's jaw half way through the match an I wanted to rip it's lower jaw off but decided to push it back instead an shouted “I know your not a real dog… SHOW US YOUR TRUE FORM AN SET YOURSELF FREE!” an it shifted an it's skin squirmed as it turned into a demon bat an three smaller ones (I knew it was it's children) came out by mitosis of the body, One flapped away instantly like a bullet another bit it's mother's eye casually as the demon dog/bat flared at me, The other stayed cuddled close to her… I then died by the one that flew away chomping on my face suddenly from above… I reappeared on the roof checking stuff like pipes(I had woken up after dieing then ended up here after I feel asleep again, I knew it was a new game situation), So I went down to the parking lot realising the power I had. So I just walked into the lobby an saw three basic white boys in jeans an a green sweater (The ice-cream haircut type that say “Type shit” constantly) an they started doing an Irish jig as a welcome dance. So I had the compulsion to say in a deep voice “Where's the lube?” I kept repeating the phrase, Until I made it to the managers office just above the stairs where Robin Williams (A guard) pointed me inside. Inside I walked into the office (Rudementary living space) looking around while repeating “Where's the lube.” until I saw the door cracked where I found the manager (Francis from Malcom in the middle), I proceeded to walk in an cup his throat to get unbearably close an whisper “Where's the lube?” he teleported out of the office onto the couch he had in a doggy style position (Receiver), An I kept hiding from him (like I was playing a game) behind a table laying sideways while repeating “Where's the lube?” trying not to laugh as he whimpered in fear of me. He then turned into Otto from the episode of Malcom in the middle where Otto had night terrors an screamed a lot in his sleep, I kept saying “Where's the lube” as he screamed watching him around a corner as I got up from hiding behind the table, I then approached Otto (Still screaming) before he turned into Francis again where he just moaned aggressively once… I woke up, I remember laughing while dreaming cause I was half awake, I was laughing an squeaking (Started around the time I entered the office)

(A note to make nothing felt malicious at the end, More like a game where no one gets hurt Y'know? It was odd but so funny to me at the time for no other reason then inexplicably saying "Where's the lube?")

My dad was shoving coleslaw in my mouth, screaming that it's good for me and moving my jaw violently to make me chew, he did it so hard that it made me bite my tongue and it broke some teeth.

EDIT: I was half asleep writing this but I was genuinely confused. Ive had dreams where things would rot away in me before but this was a different level

So I fell back asleep for like 2 hours and this dream is all over the place. So I was in like a weird shopping mall type thing a weurd event if someone's going around where you have to tag someone. But yet im also close to home. So randomly my leg was practically falling about the skin was cracked open like it was broken open the skin looked like Jerry, really weird but you could see my leg underneath like my bone and just the muscle covering it and my skin on my leg just dangling there with this rancid looking green liquid. I somehow am home and my mother was there who passed last year I always kept my health issues from her because well I loved her but she wasn't always there and we talked about going back home(no idea where home was in this dream) but I finally showed her and she said thats why were going i never take care of things properly, I brush it off because I had no pain, im back in this weird tage scenario in this shopping mall and I see someone I knew who looked like shit too, kinda look like he got his ass beat. I mentioned my leg and said I need to go wrap ut with gauze so I did my best to lift my leg to drain this rancid rotten green liquid, took off bandages on my toes those had maggots in them like huge just easting away at my flesh I cleaned this out, again no pain and covered then and looked at my left leg and was fine some minor things but in my dream seemed to recall another dream regarding that leg, really damn weird because j knew I was recalling another dream but yet it was real because if where I was at. Anyways I showed the guy my leg acter I drained it and it just looked like skin and bones just wasting away and ge mentioned what if its witchcraft I laughed about it in my dream but he was dead serious it mentioning how people have been choosing target the shopping place one goes to one the other goes to another and and they do something but eventually we sit together the one this cieling roof thing and im telling him I dont want to be disabled as I get older.... idk its weird and all over rhe place. Any damn idea anyone???

One lady who looked like mother told me in my dream, "Wiggle your toes and you will wake up" And I did that, and woke up, but right when I fall asleep again it happened again. I wiggled my toes and woke up again. It happened several times. I was so scared to sleep again, so I prayed first and sleep finally.

An old woman in our neighborhood died yesterday and I didn't attend her funeral. Can that be the cause?

So I've been having dreams about bears off and on for about 5 years now (maybe longer). I would sometimes have them nightly, sometimes every couple of weeks, sometimes every few months.

The dreams started off as bears trying to break into my childhood home, my grandparents home, or just some random house i was in. They would only sometimes succeed, and when they did, i would normally wake up. At this phase in the dreams, they came off as generally menacing.

Fast forward a year or so, and now I'm having recurring dreams about bears lurking around my general viscinity while I'm outdoors. Sometimes it would seem as if they were stalking me, sometimes they would stalk or chase me. If they ever caught me, i would wake up.

At this point, I've set the intention to face the bears with loving kindness and acceptance.

Fast forward another year or two, and now the bears have their jaws around my throat. This dream repeated itself often for months, and it was almost as it they were saying: "I've got you. I could kill you, but i won't."

I didnt have bear dreams for months, and forgot about my intention to face the bears years ago. The other night, i had a dream where i was nursing a bunch of baby bears, and the mom was in the general viscinity just kind of existing.

Any ideas as to what this could all mean?