I had a dream my best friends mum went to hospital. She had two puppies at home, but she was in hospital too long and she did not tell anyone she had these puppies and they got ill but I don't think they died. I remember screaming and shouting at my best friends mum as to why would she did not tell anyone, no matter how poorly she was. I remember my friend looking at me in despair.

Friend

Hospital

Puppy

Scream

In this dream I was in a hospital that I used to work in, hybridized with another hospital I used to work in. I was working essentially alone as a medical student and scribe in the Emergency Department. The patient board was FULL of patients and more continued to check in. As we saw more and more patients one room in particular kept distressing the nurses and another med student and I couldn’t figure out why.

I could hear the bustle of nurses at their computer stations, and the med student started complaining loudly. “I have no idea what to do with this patient, he’s in pain! Don’t you all care?! What are we supposed to give him?!” An attending physician coldly replies “I don’t know, what SHOULD we give him, student doctor?” The med student becomes more irate: “He’s a human being already on MILLIGRAMS of a med…I don’t even know…” I ended up looking at her laptop which was open to PowerPoint and had a pharmacology lecture on it. I was trying to scroll through but even though there were some words I recognized I largely had no idea what to do. I ended up walking away and feeling bad about it. I decided that it would be best if I went back to my computer station because just in that moment, my fiancé walks around the corner to ask me if I had written a note on patient “Clorzo,” and I remembered that I had not. I lied to her in the dream saying “Oh I must not have hit save on the note, let me do that really quick,” as I hastily completed the note.

For some reason it got really dark outside and started snowing, and EMS rolls in with another patient. This kid was having an allergic reaction and the people were trying to tell the paramedics to take him elsewhere. They instead tried to roll him into a trauma bay and give their report. What ended up happening after that is exceptionally strange.

I walked up to the bed, introduced myself and found the kid was incredibly agitated but his parents were nowhere to be found. Apparently they had been told to meet us down the hall but were not with him at his bedside. We ended up giving him an injection of adrenaline for his allergic reaction and a benzodiazepine to calm him down, and we wheeled him down the hall, explaining that it’d feel exceptionally weird when the meds kicked in.

The kid then starts writhing and screaming and I placed my hand on his back trying to comfort him. We rolled him to room 26 and nurses left immediately to help get emergency radiology scans set up. I was alone with the patient and his mother was in the room too. Suddenly the kid whips out a loaded gun and threatens everyone with it. I, as calmly as I could asked to see the gun, and the kid springs from the bed and takes one of the nurses hostage. He crawls back into bed with the nurse in tow, he and his mother are cackling at this point. I was able to grab the gun and direct it towards the ceiling as he fired a bunch of times. Once the gun was out of the kid’s hand I cleared the firearm of all bullets and tossed it away, yelling for security to get in there. The kid is now hyper agitated and yelling for me to give it back. Suddenly he transforms into a demon that looks like a large, fat black blob with a puffy face that consumes everything in front of it. I escape the room, and devised a plan where we’d keep feeding this demon inflatable things to have him pop. For some reason during the dream my dad was completely asleep in the adjacent room (which looked like the master bedroom of my old house) and didn’t even stir despite all the commotion outside. I kept feeding the demon child inflatable things (like balloons that I could remotely inflate) and we eventually immobilized it after a while.

Darkness

Fear

Snow

חלמתי שבחור ג'ינג'י מנסה להתחיל איתי ואני לא מעוניינת ואני אומרת לו ללכת ואז הוא אומר שהוא ילך ובדרך הוא עוצר במקלחת והוא מתעלף ונפתח לו הראש ויורד לו מלא דם וצריך לפנות אותו לבית חולים אז אני מפנה אותו לבית חולים זה בית חולים שכבר חלמתי עליו בעבר בחוץ יש הפגנה.  הם מבקשים ממני להקריא להם את הספר ילדים ״האריה שאהב תות״ כי זה מאחד את העם ואני מנסה להתחיל לקריא אותו אבל אני לא מצליחה כי זה לא הסיפור שאני מכירה יש כל מיני הערות בספר ואני לא מצליחה לקרוא אותו כמו שצריך.  אני גם זוכרת שפתאום אני נתקעת במעלית, ואני מנסה לקרוא לאנשים שיחלצו אותי. הם מצליחים לחלץ אותי, ברגע שהם מחלצים אותי, אני מגלה שאני צריכה להציל ילדים חטופים. אבל אני לא מוצאת באיזה קומה הם, זה גם מתקשר איכשהו להארי פוטר, הם כאילו בבתים של הארי פוטר, והמורים לא עושים כלום ואני צריכה גם ללמד את הילדים וגם להציל אותם.  ובסוף הילדים עושים מרד נגדי ומנסים לתפוס אותי.

Blood

Children

Elevator

i was in the car, rear left seat, my nephew was in the rear right seat next to me. that’s the seat i always sat in as a child, my sister(his mom) would always get annoyed at that, she’d sitting where i was now complaining that i always sit in that same seat. except that seat now had a child’s car seat in it. (my parents didn’t give me a car seat as a child) my sister was in the front now, not driving, but front passenger side. and our father was the one driving, seated in front on me. my dad and sister were arguing over the upcoming election, for president, of the country we live and identify with. my sister was going to vote for trump and my dad was yelling and calling her stupid for not voting for the woman running against him. a half carribean woman, like i am. he was saying she’s doing a disservice to her people voting for trump. he’s known as racist and out for himself, willing to say whatever to make the people he wants to look stupid, stupid. he rallies people by putting them against each other, he’s a republican. kamala, a democrat, was the vice president of the current president who was the vice president of a former president who happened to be half black, like i am. first of their kind… they were getting loud debating. it felt bad, i decided i wasn’t voting or arguing. my nephew couldn’t vote so it just sounded like noise to him too, they loudly argued about this thing we in the back didn’t care or have a say in. then we arrived to our destination, visiting my fathers father who was on the brink of death until my father decided to bring him to this hospital. they were never close, he cut him out of his life completely. he did drugs, abused his family, and once stole my dads stereo. as we were walking in to this hospital to meet my grandfather again, my dad and sister were still arguing about this election… my nephew confided in me that it was embarrassing. i say to him that he’ll come to see people get really passionate about the things they seem to care about, politics… as we awkwardly wait for them to finish, we play in the revolving door at the entrance. soon enough the arguing stops and we enter the building. there’s an issue with them letting us all up at once, my fathers goes upstairs alone at first, then the security eventually tells the rest of us to go up. i had felt like my dad was asking them to break the rules and was nervous he was going to make it a whole thing. but they let us in and said something cute to my nephew. i arrive at the room my grandfather is staying in, i stop at the entrance waiting for my dad to see me before i walk inside… i say this to my sister when she arrives behind me. she says psh and walks in, with her son trailing behind her. i proceed to walk in too. we have to walk past one persons bed and go past a curtain to see our grandfather. my dad tidies up the room, i try to help. my sister and nephew sits down on the chairs in front of the bed. i remember my grandfather saying something to my nephew and then saying “see how that go”… then moments later i say something and then make a point to say “see how that go” afterwards. my sister does polite laughs quietly the whole visit and doesn’t say anything, i take a picture that my grandfather has in his room. him as a child dressed as cowboys with his brother. we leave the building, on the drive back, i try to say the one thing i wanted to say earlier when my dad and sister were arguing. a joke about the two people running for the election. “make america exist within the context again” it’s a combination of their most notable phrases to me. trumps red cap saying “make america great again” and kamala harris viral clip of her saying “you think you just fell out of a coconut tree? *laugh* you exist within the context of all that same before you”. i say the joke in the car as we’re driving down the street my mother got her driving license on, father cappadano, where south beach is. they all say they don’t get it the joke.

Sade, your dream intricately weaves together themes of identity, familial dynamics, and societal conflict, providing a rich tapestry for interpretation. The rear left seat of the car, a space tied to your childhood, embodies a yearning for the simplicity and comfort of that time. The presence of your nephew in the rear right seat suggests a protective instinct towards the younger generation, indicating a desire to guide him through the complexities of life and the adult conflicts that surround him. The child’s car seat symbolizes a shift in your role within the family, as you transition from the child to a more responsible figure, perhaps feeling the weight of expectations as you navigate adulthood.

  Your sister's annoyance at your chosen seat highlights unresolved sibling rivalry and a struggle for space and recognition within the family unit. It reflects a deeper need to reclaim your childhood identity amidst the pressures of adult responsibilities, which may be exacerbated by the familial tensions that emerge later in the dream. The argument between your father and sister over political choices serves as a powerful metaphor for the ideological divides that can fracture familial bonds. Your father’s passionate defense of a candidate who represents your shared heritage speaks to the weight of racial identity and the expectations that come with it, revealing a protective nature that may stem from his own experiences.

  The heated debate surrounding the election underscores a larger theme of societal division, mirroring the chaos and polarizing nature of contemporary political discourse. Your choice to disengage from the argument reflects feelings of helplessness and frustration, both within your family and in the broader societal context. This disengagement can symbolize a desire for peace and harmony amidst conflict, as well as the realization that certain battles are beyond your influence.

  The moment in the hospital signifies vulnerability and the fragility of life, contrasting sharply with the earlier conflicts. Your grandfather’s impending death evokes a sense of loss and the emotional weight of family history, particularly given your father's estranged relationship with him. The interaction between your grandfather and your nephew creates a poignant moment of connection across generations, emphasizing the importance of legacy and wisdom amidst familial strife.

  Your humorous attempt to lighten the mood with a joke during the car ride back illustrates a coping mechanism in response to the heaviness of the earlier discussions. However, the lack of understanding from your family highlights feelings of isolation and the struggle to find common ground amidst differing perspectives. This encapsulates the essence of your dream, revealing the complexity of navigating familial relationships, personal identity, and societal issues. Your subconscious is working through these intricate dynamics, blending nostalgia with the harsh realities of adulthood, and emphasizing the importance of maintaining your voice and perspective even when faced with noise and conflict.

Argument

Child

Family

Journey

Memory

I dreamt some old people were doing something outside in a field of grass but I had a hard time paying attention & when I finally looked I realized they were putting on a play and it seemed interesting they were singing and then this one old lady took the youth away from two others and after some convincing she decided to give their youth back and she put one lady inside a little room behind a door and the other lady in the other door. There were two doors that looked like outhouses but they were empty rooms. As she was about to perform her magic she said she was only going to return the youth to the lady on the right but the one on the left had to suffer. Then the play was over and I went back inside the gym to clean up and there was wood panels all over the floor like at my job and I was putting some in the trash bin and an old lady told me to stop cleaning up and focus on my fiancé and let him lay in the trash bin and I looked it wasn’t a trash bin it was a hospital bed and he was laying in it and I was about to put more wood in it and stopped and focused on him then woke up.

The narrative was somewhat disjointed, moving from the play to the gym with a sudden shift in focus.

The Play of Youth

The dream had a mix of intrigue and concern, especially when the old lady manipulated the youth.

The intensity peaked when the old lady revealed her decision about who would receive their youth back.

The setting felt somewhat surreal with the old people performing a play in an unusual field.

The dream was highly vivid, especially the detailed imagery of the two outhouse-like doors and the hospital bed.

Jessica, your dream intricately weaves together themes of aging, choice, and the weight of responsibility, reflecting a deep emotional landscape. The initial scene with the old people in a field engaging in a play symbolizes the complexities of life’s journey and the stories we create about our experiences. Your struggle to pay attention suggests a possible disconnect from your current feelings or situations, hinting at an internal conflict regarding your own life choices.

  The old lady's act of taking and returning youth speaks to a profound fear of losing vitality, not just in a physical sense but also in the vibrancy of relationships and connections. This act of selective return, where one lady is favored over the other, introduces the theme of unfairness and the difficult choices we often face in our lives. It may reflect your own feelings of guilt or responsibility in relationships, particularly with those you care about.

  The two doors resembling outhouses but leading to empty rooms represent the choices we make and the potential unknowns that lie ahead. This symbolism is enhanced by the final scene where you find your fiancé in a hospital bed, which indicates your anxieties about his well-being and the pressure you feel to be present and supportive. The old lady's advice to stop cleaning up and focus on him reinforces the importance of prioritizing your loved ones, even amidst chaos or responsibilities.

  Overall, your dream highlights your concerns about losing connection with your fiancé and the emotional turmoil surrounding your ability to protect and support him. It captures the essence of your fears and desires, urging you to confront these feelings and navigate your relationships with care and intention.

Magic

Old People

Dream About Youth Old People Play

I was in a weekend with friends not ready at all. I got back to the psychiatric hospital where I had been talent care of and witnessed my progress. The nurse was kind and soft, we went through my life, and she payed attention to my well being. I ate cheesecake and she made me Watch « le petit Nicolas ». The small kid in the movie looked like an old friend. I got back home in bus and was with a teacher a really nice one. I helped her. I missed my stop and got down to a scarier stop but a lady helped me find my way to the railway station

Food

Helping

Movie

Railway

Scared

Teacher

Woman

I was sick, I’m not sure how but I seemed to have caught a virus that was causing me to throw up blood, an ambulance was called and I woke up in a hospital with some others, the room was locked as we were in the infectious disease ward. We had food and our own little town and small houses inside, we even had our own chickens to look after in our little coops. All of us were coughing and some couldn’t move well, I found it difficult to move myself but I got there eventually, and all of the people there were people I’d never seen before (mostly). It felt like I was in there for days, and time progressed as my chicken laid its egg, but strangely also became its own egg to be reborn. Unfortunately days passed and since the egg was buried underneath all the other eggs it was crushed and killed it, I was devistated even when the others came to comfort me, because it had died alone and neglected underneath all of the others eggs that were being cared for. Time passes once more and for some reason we’ve grown superpowers, but really bad and weirdly specific ones, like one of us can change objects with his mind, but only if he rolls 3 dice and reaches a certain number. My power was the ability to summon anything, but the object was always imperfect or horrificly mishaped or deformed, because I was inexperienced with my power. For some reason my friend Neo was here, who I’ve had a recent falling out with, but in this dream I didn’t know their powers. We talked and hung out a little bit but not enough for us to properly talk. Then at some point I saw Neo get approached by a man in a black suit, he spoke to Neo and ushered them to the door, I intercepted this and asked if I could quickly have a talk to Neo, so I told Neo we needed to have a talk once they got back from wherever they were going, and that they really hurt me. They responded saying I had done the same but we’d talk afterwards. I was concerned as to where Neo was going so I tried to sign a message to them: “Neo are u okay?”, but I didn’t get pass “Neo-“ before they were ushered away into the other room. I snuck up to the glass to try and hear their conversation, apparently Neo had been selected as their powers were refined and very powerful, so Neo was being sent away to be trained, but I didn’t feel too sad or happy about this. Problem was that immediately after they left, alarms started blaring that there was an unknown presence in the facility, and we found out pretty quickly who it was. I don’t remember the Hero’s or the Villians name but I knew I recognised them, one, the hero had the ability to drain the life out of people (evil sounding I know), and he was considered the best of the best, as well as his partner, tho I can’t remember his powers he was also best of the best. The villain was some form of beast, but could steal the powers of others, and was also considered the scariest of the villians as we’d soon find out why. We didn’t get to see the battle that much, but we know the villain ended up winning, and killing the hero and probably wounding the partner, who fled. So our group was left to fend for ourselves, though none of us tried to fight, as we were all still sick. He made us show what our powers were, and any he deemed unworthy he sucked the life out of, turning them into a pile of fleshy blob like matter that barely resembled a human. All the others, like myself were dropped into a chamber that contained a massive hole that you couldn’t see the bottom of, we were placed on the edge of this hole in a little nook, all of us afraid but trying to escape some way or another. One by one we were seemingly picked at random to be killed or dragged away, those who were dragged away you could hear the screams of as they were drained of life or turned into a unholy nightmare flesh puppet. Those who were killed were sent into a grinder to some form of chopping device, and their bodies were put in bags and taken away. One by one we were picked off, some attempting to escape or even just peek through the gaps that these large arms came out of to dispose of us, but all of them were killed for even the attempt, and some of them just jumped into the pit before the arms could grab them, to have some small amount of control, and to get the end over with. One by one my friends were killed horificly at the hands of this monster. I somehow was the one to survive, though I was starved and weak, as we had been there for days. I was carried away to some room to be processed, but I don’t remember anything after that. I only hope I was able to escape somehow.

Alarm

Chicken

Death

Escape

Sick

Superpower

I died. First my sister Marley died, then my sister Ruby, and then me. All of us had been moved to the “Brown Hospital,” whose logo had white text and thin blue letters. It was apparently a hospital designated for people of color. I witnessed the details of Ruby’s passing, in which she had a mysterious illness and her mental faculties declined slightly. She was surrounded by doctors and as her death neared, she detected patterns in their behavior and was close to understanding something they weren’t directly telling her. She ended up passing anyway and I could feel it the moment she did—she was looking at me and her last words were “I love you.” Her death felt like, for both of us, a slow, deep drop into sleep. After her I lived my own death. I was also in the hospital and I got the same feeling as I passed, this slow, overwhelming feeling of sinking. I became a ghost and was granted the opportunity to live the death day over and over—my first priority was finding Ruby. Since we died in the same place and manner it was easy. Both of us ghosts, I asked her a lot of questions about what was going on and why we were still existing in the world. We went to a tall apartment building where she asked me a riddle about how people act certain ways on certain floors. I figured out that people “act the strangest” on the middle floors, and I saw figures waving Pride flags and a young boy, with blonde hair and dressed in black, dancing in a silly and aggressive way. Down on the pavement with Ruby, I imitated him. I thought about asking Ruby to find Marley but didn’t for some reason.

Later we showed up at a restaurant where my parents were. At a dark glossy table, high enough for stool seats, I sat on my mom’s left as she looked thoughtfully into middle distance. I wondered how she thought she’d raised such strong, strapping, resilient daughters, when something small and unknowable had taken us both out. I thought she had been naive for thinking of us that way. Dad was also at the table but we didn’t interact with him much. Ruby and I did stacks of 3-D puzzles, pieces with rainbow colors and shapes, that related to our deaths. We were ghosts during this so our parents could not actually see us. 

Towards the late afternoon I was sitting at a round cafeteria table, still a ghost. I was back at the hospital, and I saw Meghan, my roommate, walking around on the phone. She was also a ghost, and appeared to be investigating her own death. I was learning at this point that after death we had gotten to live a day where we went anywhere, did anything, saw anything. But as evening approached, this meant some sort of second death, or something uncertain and intense. I briefly saw the dark pink sky streaked with dark clouds. I expected at the end of the day I would experience the same feeling of death, that dark dropping feeling, and from there into what I didn’t know. 

The physical sensations of death, the presence of my sisters, and the strange puzzles and riddles everywhere gave me intense feelings. I was as much disturbed as I was curious.

Cloud

Dead

Ghost

Love

Puzzle

Restaurant

Sister

I had a dream that I was in a tattoo shop tattooing people. Maybe like an apprentice. This tattoo shops location was off a main road in a parking lot when I looked out of the window the first time. There were three other people in the shop with me. It seemed to be one mentor who was an older lady, one man I don’t remember well, and a stuck up French guy. When I looked out of the window to the shop I saw a car that looked like a Bugatti, which the French guy bragged was his, but disclaimed it wasn’t a Bugatti, but something else? Maybe an Alpha Romeo? Then the tattoo shop in the dream magically changed places without me realizing. It moved from a shop off of a busy street to an older building, that may have been the renovation of an old school, because it had big windows that could be opened, not wholly but opened by opening smaller windows. This new location was on what looked to be the third floor. This new location also was in a large field, off of a road that led to the city hospital. At some point in this dream I decide I want to get the tattoo I’ve been wanting for about a year now. The tattoo I had in mind was a tribute to my deceased  sister in real life, who was murdered by knife.but in the dream, The stuck up French guy that I was beefing with the whole dream ends up doing my tattoo for some reason. He started at night, so he paused and told me to come back for another session the next day. I remember the French guy was doing a good tattoo better than I thought he would for how rude he always was. I remembered I was getting hot while being tattooed. I returned to this large building in a large field the next morning for my second session. This time remembering the pain and discomfort from the tattoo, I opened the windows in the shop. But when I did that I made direct eye contact with the one of the trove of homeless people in the field in front of the building. I told the French guy that I had made uncomfortable eye contact with a homeless man in the field below and that he was now walking to the building we were in. The French guy makes fun of me, which gave me some comfort because he had been a asshole the whole dream, and if he wasn’t scared then I shouldn’t be. French guy then begins the second session of my tattoo. When he’s a few minutes in we hear someone bust in the door, it was the homeless man, except now the he’s closer, it’s a transgender women in a short shirt and a shirt, with a very masculine build and features. The transgender makes direct eye contact with me yet again, I ask who they are, they take out a butter knife, stabs the French guy, and they start chasing me. I run through the old building into different offices. When the transgender catches me she pulls out a butter knife and starts stabbing people on her way to me. I was terrified. I end up running back to the tattoo shop office, and while I was catching my breath in the lobby area I see my mentor and my grandma sitting there. The trangender burst in the room, but instead of stabbing me first, she circles over to my beloved mentor and stabs her straight in the neck with the butter knife. I watch in agony, when I realize that she is now circling around to my grandmother. I run over to my grandma trying to protect her from being murdered, but the transgender makes it to her first. She stabs my grandma directly in her jugular vein. At this point I’m angry, I’m no longer scared of this person who chased me, I wanted revenge. The transgender then lunged for me, but I dodge it and started to chase them. The transgender ran down the stairs trying to get away from me, I remember being so angry I was jumping down full flights of stairs trying to get ahold of this man. When I caught him at the bottom of the stairs, he began to laugh. We ended up wrestling for the butter knife and when I got it I stabbed the transgender at least 5 times in their stomach but they were so fat they laughed and told me I missed any vital organs. I became more angry and wrestled them to the floor where I stabbed them 5 time in their neck and face. I then woke up.

Field

Grandmother

Knife

Tattoo

I had a dream I was hanging with the lady that sold my car to me and a car to my mom and she had started an ice cream business side hustle. Out of nowhere one of her family members I assume started having chest pains and couldn’t speak which I quickly identified as a heart attack or stroke. Everyone panicked but I remained focused and instructed them to call out text 911. Some cellphones had bad signal and others weren’t getting the message out so I requested the phone of I believe the daughter of the patient and did it myself from the phone. I don’t know how but I was able to communicate quickly and succinctly as if I was a medical personally myself. They were taking a while so we tried to find the hospital entrance ourselves on foot since the mall was connected to the hospital but on the opposite end. I didn’t want to compromise the patient in any way so I told her family to go sit in the open lobby area and have her focus on breathing. I started to run across the mall to grab a wheelchair but figured it’d be smarter to just text 911 again and request them to bring one when they arrived.  Eventually a Dr rushed over on foot and helped the patient and I asked him if I should text 911 again to help emergency services find us better but he said that wasn’t necessary because they were already close to come help us and could figure it out. Most of the family members were crying or panicking, with the daughter dropping her ring at some point as I asked her for her phone instead. She thanked me with tears in her eyes and I felt a sense of purpose come over me.

Doctor

Heart attack

Panic

Phone

Dream About Saving Someone In Distress

The dream started with me living in a trailer. I actually didn’t live in the trailer, but it was more like a camper (but a full sized trailer) that I traveled in. But I was living in this trailer during my dream. I was worried because there was going to be an inspection of all the trailers in this place. Everyone was talking about it. The inspectors didn’t know that I didn’t live there permanently and that meant they would be harder when they inspected my trailer. This was a problem because there were several things wrong with my trailer and there was a lot of dog hair on the floor. I was worried and sure I would fail the inspection. Then the dream changed and I was in a war. There were troops everywhere and my husband Stefan was there too. He likes tanks and he was standing in the road looking at the tanks going by. Then there was an announcement that we all had to go and start fighting. The tanks and formations of soldiers were going down the street. I got in a line of soldiers. All the lines of tanks and soldiers went into a very large hangar. I kept trying to stay in my line but the lines of soldiers kept intersecting and crisscrossing other lines of soldiers and I kept losing my place in line. I’d join other lines only to get displaced again. Finally I saw that the line I was in was marching toward an open hatch in the floor of the hangar. Other lines of soldiers had already gone into the hatch and I could hear shooting and see flashes of light like explosions or the tanks firing and grenades. I started to get worried because I didn’t have a gun! I had nothing to defend myself or fight with. Close to where the hatch was there were soldiers handing out bayonets and telling everyone to attach it to the front of their rifles. But I didn’t have a rifle! I got out of line and started running to the door of the hangar. Then I found myself at the front of the hangar in one of two hospital beds. I was devastated because I had run away from the fighting and let the others down because I didn’t have a gun and I didn’t know when I was supposed to have picked my gun up. That’s when a lady came up to my bedside and told me she was my First Sergeant. She told me that it was okay but I needed to buy a gun so I would be ready the next time. I said I’d never heard of having to buy your own gun when you were in the military. She said yes and it was good because you were sure to get a good one because you can pick it out yourself and you don’t have to rely on what the military gives you. She took out her handgun and showed it to me. She put her gun away and then walked over to the bed beside mine and laid down. At that moment a very large soldier dressed in full battle uniform and carrying a large gun walked in and shot the first sergeant and then shot me in the chest. I could feel myself dying. You’d think I’d be afraid but I wasn’t. I was completely relaxed and accepting of it. I could feel blood in my throat and lungs and I kept waiting to die but I didn’t. I was thinking maybe I should hold on and the medics could possibly save me and then I woke up.

Anxiety

Apartment

Portent

Being Pregnant

Dead body

Deceased parents

End of world

Ex-partner

Floating Fish

Getting hit

Left Behind

Seeing Dead Relatives

World ending

This symbolizes a place for healing and recuperation. However, sometimes it also signifies fear or pain associated with the healing journey that needs to take place in order for you to finally live out your life comfortably.

Hospital – Dream Interpretations

Similar Symbols

Opposite Symbols

Hospital related dreams