Chuck (my boyfriend), Bella (our friend Los’ girlfriend) and I were sharing a bed. I got up to use the bathroom and when I come back, Chuck has his hand on her ass. So I drag her out the bed and start beating the shit out of her and she’s just begging for me to not fuck her face up because she has a photoshoot coming up. She starts blaming me for letting it happen because it made her really uncomfortable. She said she even texted Los, her boyfriend, about how uncomfortable it made her. Yet she just laid there and let it happen. So I call Los and tell him how much of a whore his girlfriend is. Chuck is just deflecting and downplaying the whole situation claiming he thought it was me in bed still which is just impossible so I’m still telling and trying to fight her. We’re not in a bedroom for some reason and theres other people there. We’re all getting food, theres other people there with us and The whole time I’m talking shit to him like “how could you do that and not feel bad?” We get to the dining table and she has the audacity to sit next to Chuck again and I lose my shit. She then scoots one chair over and I snap saying “you can’t sit next to me either!” Everyone seems like they’re on her side then I end at the counter trying to get napkins or condiments and I see pastries that I try to grab but then I see you have to pay extra for them so I don’t grab any. I don’t remember what happened after that

While the dream had a narrative, it felt disjointed at times, particularly with the abrupt shifts from confrontation to food-related distractions.

Confrontation and Betrayal

The dream was filled with anger and betrayal, as I confronted my boyfriend and our friend about a deeply uncomfortable situation.

The dream was intense, with a strong sense of conflict and urgency as I reacted aggressively to the betrayal I perceived.

The setting felt somewhat real, blending familiar elements like friends and dining out, yet the emotions were heightened.

Details were highly vivid, especially the confrontation at the dining table and the emotions displayed by everyone involved.

Lynda, your dream reflects deep-seated feelings of insecurity and betrayal within your relationships, particularly with Chuck. Sharing a bed with him and Bella signifies a closeness that you may feel is threatened. By getting out of bed to use the bathroom, you symbolize a moment of vulnerability; stepping away from a secure space might indicate your fear of losing that security. When you return to find Chuck's hand on Bella, it illustrates your worst fears manifesting—feeling replaced or disrespected by someone you trust. This act triggers an intense emotional response, leading you to drag Bella out of bed and confront her, which shows your desire to reclaim control and address your feelings of betrayal directly. Your reaction of violence, even if just in the dream, indicates the depth of your anger and hurt, suggesting that these feelings may be pent up within you, yearning for expression.

  Bella begging you not to 'fuck her face up' serves as a complex metaphor for the dynamics at play. Her desire to maintain her appearance for a photoshoot speaks to how she values external validation, perhaps mirroring your own anxieties about how you are perceived in relationships. When she accuses you of allowing the situation to happen, it shifts the blame, reflecting a struggle you may feel in your waking life about accountability and the roles people play in your relationships. This accusation might suggest that you fear being seen as complicit in your own pain, or perhaps there's a fear that your emotions could be invalidated by others.

Argument

Betrayal

Conflict

Food

Friendship

Dream About Cheating And Betrayal 74

I dreamt that I was still married to my ex husband. That we were living in an apartment complex that had really low-class neighbours: rough, angry parents with loud, wild children leaving broken toys and possessions everywhere. They were always fighting and making a mess, loud and disruptive.
I saw one of the dads give my husband some money, and I smiled at them, saying to the other man, "Oh, has he been fixing your kid's toys for you?" The other man looked up at me, irritated, and muttered, "Yeah, fixing toys..." as he shook his head at my stupidity and stalked off. 
And I realised that my husband had gone back to dealing drugs, that I'd just witnessed a deal going down. (In this dream he had obviously done it before and quit, making promises to me about it.) I felt huge betrayal deep in my heart, so bad that it woke me up and wont go away.
And I could see that I didnt care about the drug dealing at all, what hurt was him aligning with these other people against me - making me the one they all were lying too. If he'd told me he wanted to go back to dealing, I wouldn't have had an opinion one way or the other. He is an adut capable of understanding consequences for breaking the law. And if he'd included me in his plans, I would have felt honoured that he was at least letting me know. But I had thought we were a united team in our discomfort in that place, both looking forward to moving out and in the meantime keeping space between us and the feral neighbours. He dishonoured me, made me an object of mockery and deception, which made me a target and an outsider. That pain of dishonour woke me up.

The dream had some logical progression but felt fragmented, especially in the moments of realization about the husband's actions.

Betrayal in a Low-Class Apartment

The dream evoked a deep sense of betrayal and sadness as the dreamer realized their husband was involved in drug dealing again.

The intensity was high, as the feelings of dishonor and betrayal were overwhelming and woke the dreamer up.

The setting of a chaotic apartment complex with rough neighbors felt very real, amplifying the dream's emotional weight.

The dream was quite vivid, with detailed imagery of angry parents and broken toys, enhancing the overall despair.

Angie, your dream of being married to your ex-husband within a chaotic apartment complex is rich with symbolism and reflects deep emotional processes. The setting of a low-class neighborhood populated by rough neighbors and wild children may represent the tumultuous aspects of your past relationship and the surrounding environment that you felt trapped in. This chaos could symbolize feelings of instability and conflict in your life, perhaps hinting at unresolved issues from your marriage that continue to echo in your present. The disruptive nature of these neighbors could mirror the disturbances you experienced in your relationship, suggesting that you may still carry the emotional residue of that time.

  The interaction between your ex-husband and the other father, where he receives money, is particularly telling. Your initial interpretation, thinking he was fixing toys, reflects a desire to see the positive in a situation that ultimately reveals betrayal. This moment captures a sense of naivety that you might feel towards something that was once familiar. The irritation from the other man suggests that there are layers of deception and misunderstanding at play in your subconscious. This moment of realization about your husband’s return to drug dealing is pivotal; it symbolizes a profound betrayal that transcends the act itself. What’s crucial here is not just the act of dealing drugs, but the sense of being kept in the dark about it, which speaks volumes about trust and transparency in relationships.

  The deep sense of betrayal you felt when realizing he had aligned himself with others against you is reflective of a fear of being marginalized and disrespected. This speaks to your need for partnership and mutual respect. The idea that you would have felt honored had he included you in his decisions indicates a yearning for open communication and honesty in your relationships.

Angry at mom

Apartment

Broken Glass

Child

Drugs

Dream About Ex Husband Drug Dealing

חלמתי שאני בוגדת בבן הזוג שלי עם שני בנים שונים שדחו אותי בעבר אבל אני גם חושבת שהם בן הזוג שלי

Affair

Boyfriend Cheating

People I hate, friends who betrayed me had been sleeping in my house in my sisters room together while I wasn’t there. My mom made me feel like it was a good thing for my sister.

Friends

House

Sister

I have an ex that I really liked but now I have no feelings for but in my dream I asked her out again and she rejected me and gave me a bunch of reasons why even though I didn't ask

Relationship

My ex was in a relationship with an old friend (that’s true) and with my mom. I had never felt more betrayed in my life. I screamed in a place where all the people I know were. I was extremely violent verbally and physically. I couldn’t scream anymore because I had screamed to much nobody understood my extreme anger. I was in a harbour. I hit my ex she didn’t understood anything. No one did it was horrible. Everyone watched but I felt horrible I didn’t understand how my life could be so fucked up. I was about to quit school and maybe kill myself. No one got me. I was underwater swam very fast. There were huge seals above me I didn’t know if they were safe for me

School

Scream

Suicide

Violence and death

Water

Even though I know there was a first part to the dream, I can't remember it, just the last few moments. I ran out of the house and started climbing up railings, window sills, balconies, etc to get to the roof of the house. I was hiding in a game of hide and go seek. The house was the house of a teen that was rumored to be a serial killer. I was scared to hide inside the house so I thought outside the box and hid outside. One person who I knew a little in the dream followed my path and asked how I got up there. I sighed and was hesitant to let them know as I didn't know them thoroughly, but my kind heartedness wouldn't let me say 'no', so I told them my pathing and how to get up there. We found ourselves on the roof, but since there were sketchy additions to the building, some of the roof was collapsed/sinking, so we could only move so much from the edge. They would easily be able to see us if they looked up. I was just about to explore more of the roof as the teen walked out. I stood still and held my breath and they looked around the balcony. I thought they were about to go inside but then they looked up and spotted us. Once spotted, he smiled big, and said "Oh, finally! The last one! I knew you were still here!" I was confused at that as there were two of us up here. But then the person who I thought was my friend stood up and showed the teen how to get on the roof. I was shocked to know that I trusted the wrong person and I was betrayed. They told me that I was smart enough to hide outside but not smart enough to run away. They then tried to push me off of the roof to incapacitate me but I held onto the power line with a rubber bracelet. It surprisingly held my weight. They became frustrated when they weren't able to make me budge from it, and I started to giggle at their frustration. Then they pulled the power line closer to the roof and handcuffed me. Then the teen turned into an adult, looking like Dexter (as in the show Dexter), and took a blade and sliced my leg. I yelled in pain but tried to keep quiet and kept laughing to anger them. Hoping the more I pretended to enjoy the pain, the faster they would either end me or let me go. Dexter then left to grab a tourniquet, and I said "it's spewing out, I would walk faster" and taunted him. He actually did walk faster but then came back to it not spewing so he was even more upset I was lying to him.

Power

Serial killer

I was in a game of hide and seek, where if you were the seeker, your name above your head would turn yellow and you would become a 'zombie', which is what they called the seekers in the dream. I was hiding in a bad spot because I couldn't find anywhere to hide my big body in the midst of small spaces, nor did I want to make a bunch of noise to alert anyone to my location. But I was smart enough to know when a seeker passed by so I could go to the part of the building they were just at. So I kept moving instead of staying in pace like everyone else. I got caught in the cafeteria because I didn't look behind me as there were a group right there. So I became a seeker. The seeker needed a roll of toilet paper to keep with them (for some reason) and  I was having issues finding where they restock the toilet paper. I know it was in a closet outside of the main building, because I accidentally stumbled upon it while hiding, but I couldn't locate it again. So I thought I would take the ones on the floor but someone said those were for the hiders only. By the time I found the closet again, the game was over, and I was the starting seeker of the next game. I hated being the seeker because I was so bad at finding people, and you had to act like a zombie with erratic movements and weird arm postures. I found one person but I decided to let them go, because I was thinking we were friends (even though they were the popular person and I wasn't part of their group) and hoping that they would do the same for me next round. I still couldn't find anyone, so people came up to me and pitied me and joined the search because they were bored. I always hated hide and seek as a kid because that's what always happened, bad at hiding and bad at seeking, so it was never fun. But the next round rolled by and I was hiding again. The person I spared last round found me, but instead of passing by, they tagged me and laughed with their friends and walked off. I felt betrayed, and was mad that they didn't understand the mutual agreement that I thought we had. I was also upset because everyone seemed to take the game too seriously and never had any fun with it. I stood there stunned for a bit before I woke up.

The dream maintained coherence through a clear sequence of events, although the game's absurd rules added a layer of confusion.

Game of Hide and Seek

The dream carried a mix of frustration and betrayal, especially when a supposed friend tagged me in the game.

The intensity was heightened by the fear of being caught and the pressure of the game's dynamics.

The setting felt familiar, reminiscent of childhood games, but the rules were uniquely surreal with 'zombie' seekers.

The details were quite vivid, especially the imagery of hiding spots and the chaotic cafeteria scene.

 the pressures of social interaction can often lead to feelings of isolation and frustration.

Childhood

Sadness

Dream About Hide And Seek Zombies

I am outside in the backyard on a sunny afternoon. It is like a family friends' yard and also my parents' house where I grew up but I'm an adult now and somehow it seems my own house now. I'm sitting in a parked car in the backyard and I have a close view of the next door neighbor's property. 

I see some holes in the sloping landscape at the back of their house. At first its cute, I see a little white bunny in the hole which makes me smile. Then, I see a black and white speckled chicken walk out and other animals.  
In a larger hole adjacent to their basement, I see woolly sheep and goats and similar barnyard animals moving in and out. I had not known before that all these farm animals were right next door!

My first thought is maybe we should put out some nesting materials so the chicken could lay eggs for us, but immediately it occurs to me perhaps we should just get our own chicken and it must be allowed here. There is room underneath the deck and I picture that being converted into a coop. 

I go to a workshop to assemble some small boards to make a partition for chickens to walk on and roost safely. I picture a clear and simple design but when I put it together some woman working there criticizes what I'd done. 

My partition is so so, but she takes it apart and says the problem was my own posture as I was building it. She is putting it back together more precisely and I just watch and listen as she gives me a lecture about posture and TMJ that can develop from bad posture and stress. I think to myself, she has no idea what my circumstance is and how I've already overcome a major car accident with back surgeries and PT and yes, I have body alignment and posture issues but I've overcome them. I know I'm doing great and living my life, and I don't let this stranger's assumptions and judgements affect me. 

Back at home, I see Andy, who says he told the neighbors they could cut our azaleas, which I am not a fan of. Andy is clueless about how I love the flowering shrubs or how to really include me in decision making, so my internal feeling is being discounted and betrayed but I don't show it outwardly. Somehow, though, this time Andy continues on to explain that most of the azaleas are the neighbors plannts and he said our adjacent shrubs could be included in their pruning by a professional landscaper because the area would  be getting alot of sun in the coming months and pruning the plants back would.help them to be stronger and less strained by the sunshine, so they wouldn't get burnt out. This seemed to make sense to me and I felt relieved. I wish Andy would always explain his ideas to me instead of just making decisions on his own that affect both of us. I don't say anything about it to him now. 

It looks like we have set up for a big party in the yard. Now I'm indoors looking out and it seems more like Andy's sister Meg's house, yet its also my house.  I comment on a nice wooden chair set up outside. I'm talking to a woman, maybe it's Meg. She tells me the chair isn't an outdoor chair. I agree but say it looks nice being set up outside temporarily. 

Rain starts to pour down suddenly and I offer to go get the chair inside. The woman goes to close up things out front. First I close doors and windows. I easily push the big white screen doors and they close automatically. They look.new. 
I go out and get the chair. I.also notice the table with it will need to come in. I'll come back for it. 

Now I am at a college presentation. It might be graduate school. I'm going to present and also observe other presenters and I'm sitting up at a long table in the front facing a panel of judges with the audience behind us. I think I am both student and expert here. There's a colleague to my left also at the table with me. His name is Matt and he has thick brown hair and a thick beard. He's a nice and smart guy. 

Matt has no underwear on and is pulling them on under the table. He tells everyone about it. He says it will just take him a minute then he will be ready to present. I don't look over. 

I realize I also have my panties in my hand and I decide to slip them back on. I can be discreet at do it under the table and under my dress, I won't announce it and no one needs to know. 

Now I am sitting in the audience and I mention to the woman sitting next to me that the programming seems better than ever. The presentations had gone well. 

She looks at me skeptically. Then I ask her what she thinks and she is happy to tell me and thanks me for asking her. It seemed like she wasn't as judgemental as she appeared, she had just wanted to be consulted! I think my asking has offered her validation. 

Now I'm standing in a hallway with several woman and they are strategizong about sales. The one in charge seems to think you don't exagerate claims nor let anyone out of a sale once it's been made, but I explain to her it depends on the overall strategy and it may be best to do the opposite. At first she cuts me off as though we are all just commiserating and telling stories, but when there's a pause in the conversation, I take my point further and  I role model how puffing up a product by a speaker can be effective and better that it's verbally said not written down, but if someone wants to return it, you want to agree so you don't get sued. I am teaching them something they hadn't realized.  She's appreciating what I explain but as if joining in the role play, the older woman poses with a stern look as if to suggest we can be tough after the sale but that is not the best idea and I explain why: I add, well you could take an initial approach to challenge the purchaser as to how you got their credit card and question if they'd authorized it's use, but ultimately you don't want to grandstand on this point, just return their money, so they dont sue you. The women seemed to understand and be impressed by and grateful for what I shared as they were adopting it right away. I felt confident and respected, and I know my ideas are important. As a last thought I share that of course product matters and whether you want to have a good reputation in the community or else if you're just moving from place to place, it may be less important to have everyone satisfied with the sale.

Backyard

Bunny

Car accident

Chicken

Goat

Party

Sheep

היו לי הרבה חלומות הלילה
1. אצל דתיים יש בבית ריבוע כזה על הקיר שאסור לצבוע אותו כדי לזכור את החורבן של בית המקדש אז חלמתי שצבעתי את זה ואז הרגשתי פחד שעשיתי משהו שאסור ואמרתי לעצמי 'יואו איזה מוזר אני הרבה זמן לא הרגשתי מצפון על דברים דתיים שאני לא מקיימת. אני לא שומרת שום מצווה אז למה דווקא זה מכניס אותי לחרדה?'  
2. המלחמה נהייתה עוד יותר קשה, כולם היו צריכים כל הזמן לעבור מקומות והיה אסור למבוגרים (רק מבוגרים) שיראו את הפנים שלהם בחלונות.  וכולם היו צריכים להסתתר בבתים שלהם.  ואז התחבאנו באיזה בניין וביבי היה שם ויהודית התחילה מה זה להיכנס בו על זה שהכל בגללו והוא אמר לנו 'תקשיבו אני לא רוצה לדבר אני גם תקוע פה ואין לי כוח עכשיו' וחשבתי שבטח אין לו אף פעם שהוא יכול פשוט לשבת ולהיות בחוסר מעש. כולנו פשוט ישבנו וחיכינו שמשהו יקרה. אז ניסיתי להרגיע את יהודית כי לא היה לי נעים ממנו (מביבי) לא יודעת למה היה לי חשוב להרגיע אותה. אולי כי הוא היה מולי והוא היה נראה כזה מסכן והתביישתי. ואז אני ויהודית החלטנו ללכת להילחם. גילינו שיש עוד מלא אנשים שהם אפילו לא מוגדרים כחטופים אבל כל המצב נהיה פשוט קטסטרופה מוחלטת ופשוט אנשים נגיד הלכו לעשות איזה ניתוח ונעלמו, כנראה ערבים לקחו אותם. גם רות סגל היתה חטופה כי לקחו אותה ועשו לה ניתוח בפנים והיא נעלמה. אז היו לנו פתאום רובים איכשהו ואז היה איזה מחבל שהוא היה ממש ענק בגודל, פי איזה 20 ממנו. והוא זה שהיה אחראי על החטופים והוא פשוט גרם לכל החטופים להתאבד הוא היה ממש אכזרי. הוא לא סתם הרג אותם אלא הוא גרם להם שתהיה להם אפשרות להרוג את עצמם ושהם יחליטו על זה בעצמם שכבר כל כך נמאס להם אז הם יהרגו את עצמם
3. חלמתי גם שהייתי באנגליה אני חושבת והיה משהו שקשור לסבתא כל מיני דברים שלה שניסינו לקחת מכל מיני מקומות והיינו באיזה בניין כלשהו ונפתחה מעלית וראיתי את המשפחה של עתרת מבית אל, עתרת לוז. היא לא הייתה אבל ההורים שלה והאחים שלה היו וכולם היו פצועים  והם היו עם תחבושות עליהם והם נורא נלחצו שהם ראו אותי הם אמרו לילא להגיד לאף אחד שהם שם. הם לא רצו שאף אחד ידע והם היו ממש מבואסים שהם ראו אותי שאולי אני אגיד לאנשים שהם שם ואז אמרתי להם שאני יודעת כי גם עתרת אמרה לי לא להגיד לאף אחד אז אני ממש לא אגיד על זה כלום והם עדיין היו נראים מאוד מבוהלים מזה שאני ראיתי אותם שם 
4. הייתה איזה חתונה של חרדים והיה את בעל האולם שהוא דיבר על כל העסק הזה של החתונות, איך הוא מחבר זוגות שיתחתנו ושהם יתחתנו אצלו דווקא והיה איזה זוג שהיה שם ומישהי הלכה לידם ופתאום הגבר פשוט נישק אותה בפה ממש חזק ואז היא הלכה ורצתה להתלונן עליו אבל לא היה שום הוכחה על זה שהוא פגע בה וידענו שאף אחד לא יאמין וזה רק יסבך אותה ושהיא לא תוכל להתחתן גם כי אף אחד לא ירצה אותה והיה לי כל כך עצוב שזה העולם. שגברים יכולים לפגוע ואם תתלונני את תיפגעי מזה יותר. בת דודה שלי יוספה היא הייתה די ג׳יי בחתונה והיה הרבה דברים לא בסדר כל מיני דברים מאחורי הקלעים של בעל האולם. הוא נתן מחיר גבוה לאנשים מסוימים ואם הוא ידע דברים אז הוא היה מוזיל את המחיר לא זוכרת בדיוק. אני חושבת שהבנתי באיזשהו שלב שהוא בן אדם רע אבל מצד שני הוא היה בן אדם טוב כי היה פיגועי התאבדות והוא הציל את האנשים וממש ראיתי את זה מול העיניים את הפיגועי התאבדות האלה כאילו את כל האנשים הפצועים ובאיזשהו שלב אני בעצמי הייתי פצועה וחיפשו את האנשים שפצועים ואני הייתי באחד השיחים וניסיתי לזוז שיראו שאני חיה כדי שיבואו להציל אותי

Abortion

Anxiety

Broken Heart

Celebration

Family

Feeling

Hospital

I dreamt about former students. I'm not a teacher anymore. I dreamt about being back with Chance, my ex-soulmate, and I was thinking things were going to be different, and they weren't. I still had to find conviction in me being a victim from him hitting my skull with a wrench and people favoring him over me, which happened in real life. And now, getting back with him, I'm dreaming that it's just going to repeat itself. No one ever favored me. They favored him even after he hit me. Everyone saw me as the bad guy after all I've ever done was be nice and listen to people's problems and be there for people, and they still treated me like trash. I've had enough.

Abuse

I organized a party at my house, my ex came without asking me. The girl who was my friend before and who my ex went with also came without asking. I was furious. A friend spoke to dangerous people from my past and who completely destroyed me before. My ex spoke to a girl I’m flirting with and because of that conversation my flirt didn’t want to talk to me anymore. There were people from university. They asked me how I felt about my ex o exploded of anger I screamed my lungs out on how I HAD to be understood and how I had been betrayed. My friends had guns and pulled the trigger to try it. Me bike was alive and acted like a dog

Bike

Breakup

Flirting

University

Relationships

Held Down

Kleur

Locked Door

Menstrual

Red Dress

Sea Shell

Seeing Dead Relatives

Theme Park

This dream symbolizes a feeling of being let down or deceived by someone you trusted. It may also indicate a fear of being betrayed or a lack of trust in others. This dream may be a reflection of your own feelings of guilt or betrayal towards someone else.

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