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19 Jun 2024
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the devil can in my home wouldn’t leave me and my family alone kept cheating us so i had to do a ritual hold him by his neck when he was really pissed off and then start laughing and saying the words of the rituals
my best friend died
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About me coughing up mucus, but I can’t really cough it up but in actual real life, I do have a cough and I can cough it all up but it’s just strange to me that I’m having dreams about it but in my dream I can’t get it out
There is a girl and the girl is very spoilt. She participates in events and playgrounds Even though she was spoilt and from a respectable family but when she didn't follow the rules of the game she was kicked out of the game.
It is a darknight as I walk down the street. I see my friend Cole he is wearing all black with a cap and is carrying a red backpack. He doesn't see me as he glances back and around. Then he turns down a different street and starts running. I frown, should I follow? I glance around, I don't see anyone, so I sprint after him. I catch up to him in a dark alley. He hands me the bag and grabs my hand. Up ahead is a group of young people in a circle discussing the blight of monsters....vampires, werewolves. Unfortunately Now they have to come with us. Cole hands me a book, I can read the first sentence, though now I can't remember exactly what it says...but it's a book on werewolves. We arrive at a seemingly abandoned hotel. The people inside are weird. Some are vampires. Cole gets us an audience with the head she vampire. But the price to move safely through this place is blood. On the table is large golden bowl with four handholding and pins on the sides. Cole places two hands and tricks his fingers and blood gushes into the bowl. A ridiculous amount of blood. He disappears into the next room. Warily I place only one hand on the bowl and the pin prices my finger sending blood gushing into the bowl. I head over to the wall and kick it in. It falls down and I have to slide into the nextroom. Everything is old and covered in dust as the others follow me. We head over and see scrapemarkson the walls as if this room moves up and down. I feel the thrombin of my heartbeat in my fingertip as blood drips all over the floor. I see coles blood as well but I notice the others didn't do the pin and arnt bleeding. Uh oh that's not gonna end well. There is an octagon shape on the floor and instinctively I step into it just as a ground sound fills the room. The ceiling immediately starts moving and shoots downward so fast the others don't have time to scream. I crouch and cover my head expecting to be squashed. But everything is quiet and I stand up unharmed..
December 19th-December 20th ⁃ Airport crowded ⁃ Viking dude ⁃ Cats injured and I helped them (Black cats and Tuxedo cats) - Car ride with an older Viking influencer running errands ⁃ Wasn’t fully awake? ⁃ A black dog towards the end of the ride - and a white dog with gray curls the whole time. ⁃ Running and Fighting off 3 men. ⁃ First man I dodged, the second I drop-kicked, the third kissed me, which caused me to stop struggling, and he picked me up and run with me in his arms. I trusted the third man who kissed me.
My husband Rudy had built our youngest son a really long huge sort of ditch in the ground with foil around it almost like a giant banana bread pan. He dug the soil for him. He said it was for him to farm on. We were walking through it saying wow. But the logical side of me asked him, “if he were to plant fruits and vegetables, what happens when it rains? Wouldn’t this flood?”
I am am a teacher so the following is something I worry about a lot. The school was a weird mixture between the school I work at the my own Alma mater with my friends. The students at the school changed from my students at my job in the beginning, to a friend from college, to my friends from high school. The dream started with me at a convention or meeting talking to teacher friends and mentors throughout my life. I was talking to college recruiters who were trying to recruit me. I remember saying that I was coming to terms with realizing that I needed to give up on my dream to do my masters out of state because I already did that with my undergraduate degree. I was located in my home state of Florida, not Texas where I currently live. I was supposed to attend a choir rehearsal somewhere else and went to attend because I wouldn’t have made it to the high school on time. Something changed and I went to the high school. It was almost as if God was pushing me as if I wasn’t supposed to be at the school that day. When the dream and shooting situation began I saw one of my students who looked spooked. I had missed a few days of school and I asked him what was wrong. He said there’d be a shooting days prior when I wasn’t there. We went and sat in an office with an office worker and he started sharing details with us. The next moment we looked out the window to the playground and saw the flashes of gunfire. We froze for a second and then ran to find hiding places. I was screaming shooter and gun to the office workers. I ran up stairs and the next thing I knew I was in my mothers house that she lives in with my brother and grandmother. I tried to hide on the bed and realized it wasn’t a good enough spot. I got up and crawled on the floor to the closet. I’m the way I saw the cop cars and motor cycles arrive outside the school. I used to hide from abuse growing up in my closet under and behind clothes. In the dream I laid down and covered myself with dirty clothes so that I wasn’t visible. I hid for a long time in the closet until a friend from college showed up. She needed bandages for the gunshot in her hand or leg. I didn’t have any but she laid down and hid in the closet with me. I think I had a panic attack. Finally we heard an announcement from the police that it was safe to come out. I went downstairs and was back in the school. I was in a large room surrounded by other students and friends from when I was in high school. There was a lot of crying and blood. I heard that 3 students had died. I looked down at my phone and thought it was two of my close friends from high school and now. I found my best friend from high school and now as I was sobbing and shaking. She told me the names of who died and that it was a drug deal gone bad. I didn’t know any of them. My tears subsided but my anxiety still caused me to shake. I walked away and my mom picked me up and embraced me. Then I woke up. One of my biggest fears as a teacher in the USA is a school shooting. I think of it every day at school and any noise I hear makes my anxiety spike. This was a horrible nightmare for me.
I was stuck in a camper with some friends in a giant parking lot. I got out of the camper and was in the parking lot walking around when I see these giant inflatable balls fall down near me from the sky, and then I hear people start screaming and running I looked up and trucks and cars start getting launched and falling from the sky. And they’re all coming in my direction. The first was a big white truck with two little boys in the back bed of it and the vehicles explode on impact and I wanted to go check on them but more cars started flying at me and the next one was a pink sedan and it was coming so fast I had to run out of the way. I ran back to the camper to tell my friends and everyone started panicking and we went into full survival mode.
I had a dream about my friends Snapchat profile and he had a bio and it said "I don't need your therapists or TikToks to be ok" and I liked his profile and was thinking about how I should make mine
I was at a work function like a happy hour having fun with my new team These aren’t oriole I work with in real life but in the dream it made sense We were playing board games and enjoying drinks and then it turned into a book event where folks from the tarot community voted on and shared their favorite books I have authored two books so in the dream one of my books was highlighted and someone brought the book for me to sign The book was a hard copy whereas in real life mine was soft cover and it had mini reels on the cover which was fun It had lookup tables like mine but it focused so much on tarot that I didn’t recognize it No one at my office table couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge my book nor my fan that came out of their way for me to sign it I played it off nicely but it really hurt my feelings Then I woke up
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