Dream Meanings – page 262

23 Jan 2025

Dream

I dreamt that i was visiting my sister in Denver Colorado and she had just made a movie. We went tgrough the movie by walking through it and i noticed there was a lot of violence. Imone man killed two others. One of the men killed had his penis out and if was huge. The killer said i cant believe someone with a penis that big would use alcohol and ruin it. Then we went behind a log that hadca shop but they no longer sold suboxone. Then we went to meet a bunch of her friend's but the house had levels that you had to climb to. I had a scarf like blanket wrap that made it too hard to climb. We then went to play a game and i cannot remember the rest.

23 Jan 2025

Dream

I was visited by Grandma Lois, who passed away when I was in high school. She appeared younger than I ever knew her, maybe about 35 years old. Her hair was chocolate brown, her eyes were bright blue, and her hair, makeup, and red dress were tasteful and elegant. I was in a large dining room with her and some other family. She moved and spoke gracefully. Another family member appeared to be interviewing her, asking her about her past romances. Sunlight came through the window and the furniture was dark, lacquered wood. The interviewer mentioned a “Mike” and a “Dyson” as past suitors, and when Mike was mentioned and somebody gasped and said Mike had been obsessed with her. When he was mentioned, she morphed into a slightly different blonde woman, or this woman appeared next to her, someone who was maybe a friend of hers. She was sucking on a candy or working gum in her mouth, and she said “Mike…was it oil?” Meaning didn’t he work in oil? This question wasn’t answered. There was a sense that Mike had been so interested in her it was sort of dangerous or worrisome, and Grandma just sort of chuckled at this and waved it away. There was a sense that Mike and Dyson might’ve been interested in her around the same time. While sitting in a desk chair I briefly saw a few folded flat Christmas bags, light blue with ornaments printed on them, that were directly related to her passing, like she had died in those bags and I was thinking about what to do with them. Somehow this was connected to contemplating my own death. My father, who is Grandma Lois’s son, his words echoed in my mind. “When she went, she had been ready to go.” In the dining room I remember finding Grandma Lois really beautiful and fresh-looking, and her teeth and mouth looked like my own. In a later part of the dream I’m reporting the visit to a friend or stranger, and we’re walking down a staircase. I mention her upbringing, then how she became quite religious. “She had her own way of thinking,” I said. The person came to some false conclusions about her, like imagining her with dark gold-green or blue eyeshadow and linking her religiosity to a “classic Miami upbringing.” Grandma Lois wasn’t from Miami so I don’t know what this person was saying. She also mistook Grandma Lois to be Italian early in our conversation, and I didn’t correct her but said her “main identity was Southern.” Grandma Lois was not Italian in any case. This person disappeared behind some other bodies near the stairs after the Miami comment. Later I’m at a crowded event with my mom and one of my dad’s brothers, Grandma Lois’s other sons. He was either Uncle Frank or Paul, who are identical twins and I don’t know either of them well enough to tell them apart. He was wearing a gray or light blue polo shirt. He was on my left while Mom was across from me. I said I’d heard about Grandma Lois’s other suitors in my dreams, one was named “Mike” and I struggled to remember the other name. Someone else supplied it and I repeated it: “Dyson.” My mom laughed “not bad for a four foot tall hobbit”—my family calls me hobbit a lot and jokes about my short height, so she was saying this out of endearment. Uncle Frank or Paul was amazed to hear this but only somewhat, and didn’t really look at me the entire time. There was a sense after saying this of being embraced by other family members but only vaguely. Back in the dining room with Grandma, as she’s talking or reflecting, somebody shoots a window and glass shatters everywhere. I had anticipated it, we’d heard yelling, but it wasn’t that scary. Grandma wasn’t afraid at all, just went towards the window and scolded the folly of the shooter. “Now why’d you have to go and do that?” I remember sensing one or two men outside the sunny window, one might have had red hair. Later I’m talking to my sister Ruby in a bedroom, and she’s lying with her feet towards the pillows. She had on dark shorts and a white tank. The bottoms of her feet were dirty and set near my pillows but I didn’t mind. I briefly put a pillow on her butt, laughing “don’t fart on me,” and she responded but wasn’t laughing. I don’t remember much of what she did or said but she was kind of angry, impatient, or skeptical. She did at one point say about seeing Grandma Lois “she moved like an animatronic right?” and imitated her stilted, elegant movements very robotically. This hadn’t been my impression when I’d seen Grandma, she had moved quite naturally. When Ruby suggested this though I questioned my own memory and imagined her moving more robotically. There was also something about Grandma Lois having a blonde sister or cousin named Pearl, but Ruby refuted this in the dream. As far as I know Grandma Lois did have a sister but she was not blonde nor was she named Pearl. In another brief dream I was on a high balcony during a grey day, looking at a huge expanse of mountains. It looked like Colorado, where I live, but not any specific place that I know of. The golden dawn was overtaking the clouds and I began orienting a camera to take a ton of pictures, grey sky or gold sky included. My first pic was almost boring or too familiar, so I began scanning the whole vista, trying to find perfect shots. I climbed up everywhere on the balcony, just at that point realizing I was even on a balcony, swinging my legs over railings and stuff. It was technically dangerous but I felt safe. I just wanted to capture some of the beauty with my camera.

23 Jan 2025

Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was covering books with silver paper and plastic.

22 Jan 2025

Dream

I had a dream that I was staying in my sister Wanda's house. I had all my things there. All my clothes in different parts of the house. I had different, you know, like I still live there. And I was trying to move out and go to my own apartment. The same apartment I've been having in this while I've been using this dream app. And I, my daughter came over there and she lives in Texas. And while she was there, she wasn't talking to me. She was like not happy to see me or anything. And I love my daughter, but she kept hanging out with her cousins, Brandy and Nakia. And they went downstairs to hang out in the basement, in the bedroom, I'm sorry. And, you know, I was just trying to get my things together and she came from Texas and I'm in California. And I thought, why, why she ignore me? Why she seems like she hates me. I went to the door and I talked to her, the door of the room and I said I'm about to leave because I was moving and she was going to go back to Texas so I wanted to say goodbye to her before I left and she never came out. And so I continued to pack my things, suitcases and bags and so I was about to leave but before I went, she had already left and someone came to pick her up to take her back to Texas and so I decided to just go home to my new place instead of being at my sister Wanda's house. So then I went outside the door and went from the porch to the steps and to the sidewalk and I couldn't find my car, I couldn't find my car and I went up the street to see if it was there because I let someone use it and I didn't know where they parked and so I went back in the house and asked someone about my suitcases outside and I asked I think Wanda, do you know where my car is? She didn't know and I went outside and I was looking for my car and I said I was thinking about my heart but my daughter just left without telling me and that really broke my heart and I feel like I'm losing her and I feel like I realized that she doesn't like me and in reality too, it makes me not like her, it makes her toxic to me and I don't know what to do about it. I just think I decided to give up on her, just completely divorce my daughter and my son too because he's really hard to deal with as well and they're both grown ups so. You know, when I woke up, I had the best sleep ever. I felt so good when I woke up and so refreshed. You know, I love my kids, but they are very hard to love. And I just feel like I want to be free from that, and I don't know. It should be okay, because I don't want to continue to pay for my mistakes, whatever they might have against me as I brought them up. Or they think that I'm supposed to be perfect or something. I'm not, and neither are they. They could be assholes to me, and I still come back and love. And I went to therapy for my daughter, and I got better. You know, yeah, it was hard. It was hard, and anyway, she and I, she's backing away from me even more, so it's weird. My son, he's very successful, and he didn't want to give me any money when I'm in need. I'm older now, and I don't have money like that, and I just needed help. You know what I mean? So if you ever ask me for money again, I'm going to give it to you this time, but if you ask me again, don't talk to me ever again. And, you know, he said he was healed. I apologized or whatever. He's bothering him. I had to grow up with him, basically. I had him at 16, and I did my best, and he did good, you know, even though we had our struggles. Because he's a powerful person. He has a strong personality, and I have ADHD, and I didn't know I had ADHD. And I was a child having children, and it's just a lot, but I did my best in retrospect, and so that's something I can be proud of. But he has attempted our realization that we are all doing our best for the most part, and I never was like a big-time abuser, even though I got abused when I was a kid by my mother, and she didn't know what to do either. She just thought kids were seen and not heard, and I was that. I got ignored a lot, and that's how I believe I got ADHD. Because I had no organization. I had no, like, there was no schedule. Like, do this at this time, do this at that time, or that time. It was kind of like we would just do things whenever we got to it or we had to do it, or no sleep pattern, no real, let's go to bed at 11. Schedule, so I just grew up kind of like all over the place. That's the wrong part of my life. When I was from a baby to, like, 9, 10, like, that's when you get programmed. So trying to fight that program and, you know, be more, have a schedule, have a, you know, routine, and, you know, it's been so hard, and I struggled with that my whole life. And when I was trying to monitor my moods, because I didn't really always know what mood to be in as a kid. And when I did, it was like I don't remember getting that much comfort, going to my room, comfort myself, cry. Anyways, so I'm just trying to figure out this game, you know, because it's been really lonely in my life since 15 out of years old. I don't like trying to figure it out still. I have an assistant now, but it's hard to get anywhere on time. So I finally got a good healthcare assistant part-time at my house, and that's been really helpful to get places on time. And it also helps not to be lonely here as an empty nester. So what does this dream mean for my life?

22 Jan 2025

Dream

Today I had a dream about feeling like a slave at a preschool or something. Then I remember escaping with my sister, Brielle and her boyfriend, John. We ran far away. The place we were running from turned into my moms house and we were in my moms neighborhood. We turned the first corner and I’m pretty sure a blue big maybe SUV backed up into me and crushed me into another car behind me. The car driver that crashed into me kept honking his horn at me, as if he were mad at me for him crashing into me! What a shit. He might’ve been mad at me being in the way but that’s stupid too. He looked like a mean guy looking back at me honking his horn and I think he was even putting his middle finger up at me! Crazy. He should’ve asked if I was ok, but instead I think he began to come out of his car. I saw and felt that he was going to come looking for me so I hid behind a tree. I think he might’ve caught me and brought me into his house which was right next to the accident. I remember I struggled to make him unconscious but I kept trying and I finally did. I was weak at first then I’m pretty sure I finally was stronger. He was unconscious and I looked up and I saw my sister half naked and me and John had our socks off. Brielle had her shirt and bra off I was confused. But I’m pretty sure I just told them to hurry up. I think I was going to take the guy to the hospital or jail, most likely jail. We or I by myself tried carrying him out of him house and as soon as we got one inch out, he was conscious again and I think I woke up here.