Posted on: 2013-01-05 by Guest

I had a dream that it was 1968 (note that I was born in the early 90's) and I was in Utrecht in Holland (i live in the US) and I was in some kind of shop where everyone was told that they and to make something and everyone else were making amazing electronic devices and stuff and all i could make where these contraptions that consisted of putting random things together. At one point a man come in to buy one of my inventions and after he tries it out and buys it I go out into the street and obviously must look very confused, so a man comes up to me asking me whats wrong and i tell him that I have no idea why I'm here etc... and he tells me that I'm in Hell (I'm really not religious). So I tell him that Hell is actually quite beautiful, since it was such a nice looking place and the man looks at another man who had overheard me and they laugh and tell me that this is Hell because all of the old men are fallen heroes who are just old and dying now and that it is all very depressing. Than I saw a woman who also looked very confused and after asking her what the problem was she told me that she was also very confused and not of "this time", so we banded together trying to find if there were more people and as we were going into what was supposed to be a small shack of some sorts to get something to eat.. I woke up.

Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Sorry, I'm busy at the moment

Posted on: 2015-01-04 by Guest

I have had the same dream 6 times at night. The first two times I heard myself say the name of a famous woman singer. The name I woke myself up by saying was "Cascada". The rest of the times Cascada started to come into my dreams. Obviously I have never met her. She is just a woman I find goodlooking. We all have crushes on famous people right? Why do I have this dream? Regards. Monica.



Posted on: 2014-07-09 by ThePriededWalnut

Last night I had a dream where I was in America and I must have been hitchhiking around the country because I was staying in a van with this guy and he said he needed to go his own way so we said goodbye and got drunk then I went to sleep and when I woke up I was inside a plane but the interior of it looked like a caravan and I looked out the window and it was late at night and there was a really strong wind blowing the snow diagonally, I had woken because I had heard the pilot start the plane and I was nervous as I didn't think it was a good night to be flying such a small plane all the way back to Scotland but I was too drunk/tired to go do anything about it so I clung onto the window frame and waited for him to take off. The plane started moving forward and I saw bits of it shaking and creaking in the gale then it finally got airborne and no sooner had it left the ground than it started turning over, it all happened in slow motion and as the ground rose to meet me I thought "well this isn't going to be good" but I was perfectly calm, then the plane hit the ground there was bits of plane, some of them on fire, scattered across the snow covered runway. I got up and tried to hobble away, I heard the pilot shout "f--k! there are loads of things in there" I remember he said things and I was shocked by who blase he was about the crash and was more concerned that some stuff was now ruined, he started towards the wreckage but then part of it exploded so he backed off and the two of us entered a room with a large computer monitor on one wall with a keyboard and mouse sitting on a desk near a mattress on the floor which now that I think about it was my mattress that I was asleep on and on waist high benches that skirted all the walls there was nondescript mechanical stuff. He was as drunk as I was but I wasn't angry that he crashed just relieved we weren't dead I turned to him and said "dude that was awesome we totally survived a plane crash! what a great story to tell" (I don't know why I was talking like such an asshole) then I added "I mean maybe not for you being a pilot and all" he didn't laugh which I found insulting as I thought that was a pretty good joke to make while drunk after a plane crash. I then started worrying about whether I'd broken my legs and jabbed them with my hands, feeling nothing I assumed they were fine and limped over to the computer which showed the facebook login page (I apparently can't escape social media even in my sleep) and as I tried to type on the keyboard I woke up for some reason. (not a very exciting end I know but you can't have it all) IMD

Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-05-27 by Guest

I'm unemployed



Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

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Posted on: 2013-10-28 by usagi9

I think I should at least give a brief description of the series of dreams I had last night. The first one was a nightmare where I dreamt I was in bed trying to get to sleep (ironic, eh?) when I felt as if my head- and then my body- on its own was turning down into what should have been the mattress, but instead opened up on an abyss. I thought this interesting and decided to let myself go into it. It was as if I were suspended safely above an infinite expanse. This wasn't so unusual for the type of dreams that I enjoy although I usually have them much later in my sleep period. Then I became acutely aware of my heart beating in my chest. Next, to my horror, I felt my chest tighten and my pulse stop for several seconds. As my panic grew I realized I was probably asleep and dreaming, and tried to relax into the dream. I felt my heart start again, but only for a few beats and then again a squeezing sensation in my chest came and my heart stopped. I realized that if there was even the slightest chance that I was having a heart attack in my sleep I must wake up or risk dying. I struggled to break thru the heavy somnolence, but it resisted me. As I was getting closer to waking I was tempted to end my efforts and give in to sleep. Then, with all the determination I could muster, I forced my sleeping hands to move a little, and then I came awake. I lay there for a while, my hand on my chest, listening to the regular beating of my heart, hoping it had only been a dream. Eventually I fell back into sleep and had other dreams. When I began dreaming again several things were prominent. 1st: In the dreams I felt a sense of duty and a need to follow the morally correct course of action. I suppose this isn't unusual for me in waking life. 2ed: The dreams were set in a world not unlike ours, except for several important things: 1) It's a world where public transit is the norm, but without vehicles. People by their own ability are able to travel at speeds comparable to a car on a freeway, having the ability to fly (not making any physical movement, just simply willing themselves to move). Many people in this world do not have this skill, but I, my friend, and my girlfriend do. 2) In this dream world there are two ways of life- one led by our people and backed by long tradition -and another. They each comprise a great number of people and are roughly comparable in population size and technology. Throughout history we have been competing, but regard each other as a culture worthy of respect. The dreams: I have a girlfriend, and am accepted by her family. As the first dream begins I am, along with a friend, flying to go to pick her up (as I do on many mornings). We pass over crowds of people walking on the ground. When we arrive my girlfriend is delayed talking to her family. Even though this isn't unusual I grow impatient, but I wait. Discontinuity. There are a few very special beings (from both groups of people) who have mastered the art of life, who are wise in the way of things and know key answers to questions that plague us (or at least I believe they do). When selected as a candidate I am transported high above the plains to a place at the very top of a mountain where I wait to greet a few of them. A metal door stands before me, and somehow I know that some beings are coming- from above. They step out of the 'elevator' and I am in awe of them. As required I submit myself to inspection and judgement by one of them. This being becomes my master/teacher, and for many days on the mountain I am trained along with a group. Other groups are competing with us and tensions rise. Finally I am assigned a mission and find myself transported to a remote area. It is largely abandoned, save for the building I will operate in. It's a 3 story structure with a river on one side and wasteland on the other. Inside I find high technology and eagerly explore my new home. The people with me in this building, all with the shared responsibility of completing the mission, are trained to one degree or another. Some are experts while some are just trying to get thru their working day. I become alarmed when I perceive something heavy- and energetic- moving about in the room above. None of my colleagues could be the cause. All of us- five or six people- become anxious. Then it's clear that some malevolent force is trying to get in. It breaks thru the wall and I am terrified, and then consciousness is ripped away. Discontinuity. Cant post more now-

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

How long have you lived here?

Posted on: 2015-06-08 by Guest

I have my own business

Posted on: 2015-04-30 by Guest

Could you ask him to call me?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-10-03 by Guest

About a month ago I had a dream that the world was ending and I went outside to the parking lot of my apartment complex. It was very dark and gloomy outside while clouds covered the sky like a wool blanket, the rain came down very lightly and in the distance you could hear thunder and see flashes of lightning on the edges of the sky. As I continues to walk down the puddle covered sidewalk along the parking lot I saw an image of Jesus Christ himself in the clouds, he had on a white robe and a blue cape type thing over his shoulder while the clouds behind him were shining a bright holographic blue color. As I watched in awe, He came down and walked towards me in a very peaceful and unthreatening manner. As his face met mine he handed me a small piece of white paper which was folded in half. He then turned back around and walked back into the clouds. I proceeded to get on my knees and I read what was on the piece of paper, after unfolding it of corse. I cannot remember what was on the piece of paper for the life of me, though. As a said before this dream was primarily about the end of the world and after I met with Jesus, I headed back to my apartment where my mom and I met up with our neighbors in order to board up the windows and doors. As we were all waiting inside I was looking out the window and in the distance I could see very terrible events taking place, there were fire tornados covering the landscape, buildings were burning down, there were massive waves crashing down onto houses and businesses left and right. After gazing out the window we heard banging on the doors and we all gathered weapons such as knives and blunt objects. As we gathered together in order to defend ourselves from whatever the intruders might be, the door smashed open and mutant zombie like creatures broke through followed by flames and smoke. They all came sprinting toward us and we prepared to attack, one of my neighbors who was directly to my left got his face torn off immediately and I almost got bitten in the neck but I happened to be quick enough to stab the terrible creature through its forehead with my Buck assisted open hunting knife. My neighbors and I got separated quickly and after all of the creatures were out of sight I explored the building for any survivors of the attack. I headed upstairs between my apartment and the others and the whole stairwell was in complete destruction, fire was everywhere and the supports in the ceiling were starting to cave in. I found one of my neighbors upstairs and we both went back downstairs. As we were halfway down, a support from the ceiling came smashing down and pinned my neighbor to the floor while another monster came out from hiding and started to feast on him. I killed the beast by slashing at its jugular though my neighbor was truly done for. I could not find my mom and I looked for her very hard. I decided in order to survive I had to leave. I went outside and got into my Buick lesabre and headed southwest to my grandpas house. On my way to his house I met up with two friends and offered them a ride and possibly shelter. Once the three of us arrived at my grandpas house we went into the garage and boarded up all of the doors and all but one window. I was keeping an eye out on what was happening by looking through the window while everyone else was gathering food from inside the house and gathering tools and possible weapons in the garage. There was a terrible flood outside and many 10-50 foot waves were crashing down on the garage as it started to fill up with a foot or so of water. My grandpa got on his scooter (he has trouble walking) and went through the back garage door to go to the shed in the backyard. Just as he left a 100 ft wave came crashing down on top of the garage and everything went black. I then woke up. I'd love to hear any explanations or interpretations of my dream, thanks for reading.

Posted on: 2016-02-29 by Guest

Last night I dreamnt something weird. I was somebody else. I had pale skin amd ginger hair. I believe I was a woman in her late 20s, living in Europe. I was married to a man. We were both dirt poor, we have to move from one place to another almost every time. One night, we stayed in an abandoned shelter, but my husband said it was dangerous there and we have to move right away. He said that we need to move to another city, 60 kilometers away (it was nighttime and it was snowing heavily). We were poor so the only way to travel there is to walk, which is crazy. My husband said that there is no motel or shelter on the way so if we want to rest we have to sleep on a big rock (or find a cave). After that, I woke up. It was just plain weird. Originally, I'm an Asian girl, still a teenager, unmarried, and lives in a tropical place.

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

Could you transfer $1000 from my current account to my deposit account?

Posted on: 2015-05-10 by Guest

I've had this reoccuring dream... My boyfriend, some random guy, and i were kidnapped through a door connected to my home. It was considered the only door that did not open in our "home". The people who took us were one man and two women they tied us up in different rooms and would torture us to no end. I could here the screams of my boyfriend and the other guy through my steel doored room. The killers would do this thing where they let us knock on the door that was connected to my house. In my house the placement of the door was in the living room. They would let us knock on the door and if one of my family tried to come to the door the killer man would drag us back down stairs and lock us up again. So this time it was my turn to knock on the door. As i start to knock on the door the door just opens up like somebody forgot to lock it. I stare in awe that it opened then from behind one of the ladies that took us pushed me through. She said let's go before they find out we made it past the door. I told her we need to get help fast and come back to save my boyfriend. And as i looked down the stairs i see the killer man come rushing up at me. He knocks down the women and i grab a steel pair of scissors off the coffee table and i jumped up and stab him in his throat once...twice... And a third time. He is bleeding but its almost as if its healing. So i contnue to stab him all over his body and we drag him to the kitchen to get a better weapon. My mom and sister woke up. I am screaming for my mother to find me a knife and for my sister to get my father while i am still stabbing the killer on the kitchen table. After what seemed like eternity i finally stop and he is motionless. I still had the blood cover scissors in my hand and i had blood all over me. Just as my father enters the room the man sits back up and simply wipes the corners of his mouth of blood and i know that if i gave him a second he would kill my family. So without any thought i lunged at him again and begin my frenzied stabs all over his body. There was no hesitation, no remorse, just fear that this man will kill again and with that thought coursing through my mind i shout out to my sister, " call 9-1-1!!!!!" IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Could you transfer $1000 from my current account to my deposit account?

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

I'm training to be an engineer

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

Hold the line, please

Posted on: 2012-11-12 by Guest

I have a dream about two of my old best friends that i haven't seen in about a year coming to my house through my window with coffee in their hands so happy to see me but i had to go somewhere and i don't remember where what does that mean?

Posted on: 2011-06-30 by Holliee

Last night in my dream, Lisa from the simpsons was talking to a lad online, they planned to meet up in the forest, Marge was suspicious and followed them, she his behind a tree with a red cloak on. Lisa had the same red cloak on, when she met the lad she thought he was perfect. She turned round and thought she took a glimpse of marge, Marge hid under an orange material a lot like the ruff back or a sponge so she wouldn't be seen. When lisa turned back to face her perfect man he was wearing a mask, a scary mask. He started shouting at her; He's not the person you think he is! He's a fake! Get away!. Then she screamed and ran home. Marge like the material she was under and cut a bit off and took it home. When Lisa got home she ran to the simpson basement and in the corner was that lad but with the mask on. She screamed and so did he, he grabbed hols of her arms tightly and said; He's not who you think he is! He;s fake!. She asked him who are you while crying with anger and fear, his reply was; I'm his imaginary friend. IMD

Posted on: 2016-12-12 by Guest

I had this dream that I was in a restaurant or outside a shop but there was this girl who was rubbing my back with hers and that we both like each other then I go outside and the restaurant starts burning I will never forget this

Posted on: 2016-03-14 by Guest

Micheal Myers chasing me, grabbing me, I fight back. I have this dream once a month. Different settings, each dream.