I was at my uncles house, who was dying, with other family members and I was leaving, I was showing off my motorcycle. On my way home, I took a wrong turn so I stopped to look at the gps on my phone when 2 young kids approached me and one of them stole my phone. I attempted to fight these 2 kids but I couldn’t escape them or get my phone back. When I realized they were trying to lure me into a different neighborhood, I tried running away but I ran right into a large group of teenagers who were also trying to kill me. There were what seemed to be hundreds of them and they were kicking and beating me but for some reason I would be on the brink of death but  somehow would escape to another neighborhood only to be met by more teenage kids who would have their own means of torture like stabbing me with knives and sharp pointy sticks. This happened as I tried escaping thru numerous different neighborhoods with all of them leaving me to die

Being chased by murderer

Motorcycle

Neighborhood

Stabbing

Uncle

In my dream, Nikki and I drove an hour away to this museum thing with the dogs. We snuck the dogs in because we had this shopping cart and they were hiding underneath some blankets and stuff. We were going through the museum and I saw my uncle John. I was talking to him for a minute. I ended up in a classroom type of room but it was still the museum. I had fallen asleep or passed out, so I woke up and Nikki wasn’t around. It was a bunch of my high school friends and classmates there. I was looking for my dogs in the bag that Nikki had left, but they weren’t there. I thought they had escaped or died. Nikki wasn’t answering her phone so I was trying to find the car. I just remember not being able to find them until finally she texted me that she was in the car with the dogs.

Classroom

Museum

Phone

I this dream I remember feeling anxious about my life and feeling stuck in my way of life. I also remember feeling like something unseen or just a dark feeling had its grasp on me. In the dream I went to my uncle Bill to try and talk with him about my feelings and to try and see how I could change or get out of whatever it is holding on to me. However while talking he told me that there wasn’t much I could do and that my bed had basically already been made. Then seen the changed and it was night and dark and cold. There was fog in the air and an unsettling feeling. I was in a big grass area surrounded by coffins that were all open. Suddenly a large figure appeared it was death himself clocked in a balck hooded cap that moved like the fog. He told me to pick one to lie in before he took me. The rest of the dream was of me just lying in coffins all different until I woke up.

The story of seeking help from my uncle and encountering death flowed logically, despite the dark themes.

Anxiety and Confrontation with Death

The dream evoked a strong feeling of anxiety and despair as I felt trapped in my life.

The intensity was high, especially when faced with the figure of death, which felt very threatening.

The presence of my uncle and the dark setting gave the dream a somewhat realistic yet surreal quality.

The dream was fairly vivid, with details like the fog and open coffins standing out clearly in my mind.

Josie, your dream reveals a profound struggle with feelings of anxiety and a sense of entrapment that are mirroring your current life experiences. The weight of this anxiety speaks to a deeper emotional turmoil that you may be navigating, particularly the pressures that seem to be mounting in your day-to-day life. The feeling of being stuck suggests that you might be facing challenges that feel insurmountable, contributing to a sense of stagnation in your personal growth and happiness.

  Seeking comfort from your uncle Bill highlights your need for support and guidance during these tumultuous times. His response—that your bed has already been made—carries a heavy weight, suggesting a sense of resignation. This could indicate that you feel trapped by your circumstances, as if change is beyond your reach. It’s a reminder that sometimes we can feel powerless against the tide of our difficulties, especially when it comes to issues like mental health or relationship strains.

  As the dream darkens and becomes enveloped in fog, it emphasizes the oppressive nature of your emotions, perhaps reflecting feelings of isolation and fear that can accompany depressive states. The presence of open coffins symbolizes not just mortality, but also the potential for transformation and the end of certain life cycles. This imagery points to your contemplation of change, the fear of stagnation, and possibly the need to confront aspects of yourself or your life that feel daunting.

  The figure of death cloaked in fog further embodies this struggle, representing the anxiety of facing what feels inevitable. His demand for you to choose a coffin suggests a confrontation with your fears and the choices you feel you must make regarding your situation. Lying in the coffins could be a metaphor for exploring different facets of your identity and existence, each representing a different path or aspect of your life that you may be grappling with. Waking up from this haunting experience might symbolize a yearning for clarity and resolution, prompting you to seek out ways to reclaim your agency in the face of overwhelming emotions.

Anxiety

Coffin

Darkness

Death

Dream About Anxiety And Death

I had a dream where my uncle's son, my uncle is on a bike and my uncle's son has a torture to that vessel on the right forehead after it has broken and developed into a wound like that the left side also developed slowly like this big tortuous wound and as I am a doctor my uncle asked me what is this it looked like this and I said it the right side in the forehead developed into a wound like this only at this historic stage it will develop and become tortuous and develop into a wound and they confirmed and they said ok ok and they restored and later my uncle when some street like outside street where my uncle and he was standing where there was nighty shadow light my uncle said that his back has some something to see me asked me to see his back and I in that light I also said that and I said I think I feel uncomfortable and it was not ok for me to see him I don't know why he is only my own uncle my mother's brother but I was uncomfortable to touch and see him and I said wound is not highly to consider it will settle itself not a problem at all and I said ok while seeing I and my uncle were there nobody was there and I was a bit uncomfortable with the situation as I can determine in personal with him what does the screen indicates why do I feel so

Doctor

Night

Dream About Uncle Son Wound

I've been out with Mark and he had been helping me move my mom's belongings and also cleaning up the yard and landscape after she died. It is a mild afternoon and Mark is his pickup truck full of stuff with another guy helping, and he asks me to get him something to drink. He hands me some cash that I take but at first try to give him back but he refuses. 

I go to the food place and want to also get something to eat. I forgot what Mark ordered but decide to rely on thr menu board on the wall to refresh my memory. As I'm waiting, other servers at the big counter are explaining to women in front of me that the costs are comparable to beverages at other places.  They have a series of drink sizes which looks to be an individual glass size or a bowl size that would be for several people. The women already know this about the prices and no one is impressed but we all accept the cost of things. 

I vacillate on food as I wait and finally determine that I'll just get the drinks. Mark wanted a prepared drink that is something like a slush. I read the flavor choices and there is chocolate and aqua or Agua and several other options. I think I'll get three different ones and then Mark can select the one he wants most, I'm pretty sure it's aqua or Agua. And the other guy and I can have the rest. I'll use some of Mark's money and some of my own. 

I must have returned because now I see my brother with another guy in a pickup truck telling me he's helped himself to all my pots and pans from my bedroom at my parents old house and they want to give them to a buddy who's now got his own place. I say no, those are mine and please move them with my things but I offer to go through them and find some suitable for their friend. They seem to be willing to comply. 

Then I am back at the house which used to be my parents house and I am in the process of emptying it out. It is also a crime scene of what seems multiple nefarious things like theft, but none very violent or extreme that I am aware of.  My uncle Micky is there thinking he's helping out, but he's just trying to make himself important really, and he is misunderstanding everything and interrogating me. 

Apparently while I had been out moving things with Mark and my brother also moving things, my uncle has called to report my pots and pans missing. At first when he tells me, I'm grateful that he called the police to report it and I say "thank you" because this time it's nor only me reporting what's wrong and been stolen, but I quickly realize he's mistaken. 

As we are talking, I'm explaining to him how my parents had relied on me to do all the home repairs and it was a never-ending effort. I say how I'd repaired ceilings and walls and done alot of physical work but some of the problems were too big and I'd not had a chance to finish. Instead of understanding me, he just criticizes me more though, and tells me the house and all the walls are a mess. When I tell him my parents never paid me, that initially seems to pique his attention and possible empathy, but he quickly turns it into more condemnation of me and implies I was a freeloader because my parents let me stay with them yet I never finished what they needed me to do. And I also try to help him understand by comparing my results to all I'd done at my mom's last home at Wallace Avenue, which I'd renovated entirely by myself for her to live comfortably [by reconfigured the kitchen, adding a second bathroom with walk-in tub, adding a ramp to front door, and lots of other repairs] and I mention I'd painted all those walls there. 

My uncle is stuck up, snooty and self-centered. He didn't understand my parents and he doesn't understand me. He is judging based on his own assumptions and likely projections but I know he's wrong about me and my family. I don't even bother telling him about my brother and the pots and pans, as I'd rather just talk with the police when they arrive. 

Meanwhile, my uncle criticizes old wallpaper on the walls and two holes in the floor near the entrance. The wallpaper was only a cosmetic issue and I know we--mostly me--was handling the bigger structural priorities in the right order of things, so I ignore his wallpaper comments. But I'm confused about the holes and since so many things have already been moved, I'm having to struggle to remember exactly what might have been affixed to the floor right there and ripped out. I am also grappling with coming to terms with fully realizing how much pressure and expectation my parents put on me to heal and fix their problems instead of focusing on my own life. And I somehow realize that I am the one left unsettled and moving around trying to navigate where I can be safe and secure. Either way, I will figure it all out, as I'm the one keeping track of everything. 

The holes are perfect square shapes and there must have been a bookcase there. I will get to the bottom of it. I know it will come to me. 

The police come and there are many people surrounding the house and investigating us. They take their time and go in their own order. They'd already gotten my uncle's statement. Then my brother walks by smug and smiling that he has answered all their questions and seems to have told him his also limited view of things.  [Somehow my brother resembles Cole, a young smart man with dark curly hair and glasses in my writing group who had taught me the phrase "creative nonfiction, and his bubbly smirking expression also reminds me of Ed a former mental patient I had worked with many years ago who had been raised by his grandmother and later tried to poison a college classmate with rat poison when he was living in the dormitory. ] Between my uncle and my brother's likely stories, it likely looks sketchy and probably makes me look bad. 

I help a female plain clothes investigator who has arrived now to navigate the front steps and deck at the entrance to the house. There's a flat part in between the levels, which is a narrow passage way without any railing that might be slippery, so I advise her safely. She has shoulder length hair that is light brown and I think she has glasses on a cord around her neck and maybe her ID as well. She is subdued, professional and seems nice. 

I wait until they call me in to sit down in the living room and answer their questions. I tell them I think I can straighten things out, as they make comments that the stories don't add up. 

Then I am called into the living room. As I'm sitting in front of the woman investigator, other police investigators come in and sit near me. They are wearing brown suits with skinny brown ties and white shirts. They are plain white men who look nondescript except that they could have been in an undercover role in the 1950s in a movie or real life. And they all seem to be taking mental notes. 

I think my brother and my uncle are there in the same room now, too. Someone says something about the order of events and that it's Saturday. I am confused because I hadn't realized it was Saturday already, and I'm trying to get oriented to the right day it is but no one is helping me. The woman is also organizing her notes on a clipboard. 

 I don't want to answer questions inaccurately, and I speak up again for clarification of today's day of the week but I'm being ignored. My uncle Micky finally says to me that it is "Saturday the 23rd," and casually adds "Mardi Gras," and I find that date in my phone calendar right away. Now I am satisfied that I know what day it is and I can answer the questions fully and bring illumination.   

I'm about to explain the sequence of events to the investigators and explain it all to them that different people are working on emptying the house and the pots and pans are just a misunderstanding. All of a sudden, the two men sitting next to me in the brown suits have their heads both explode, except what had been their heads seemed to morph first into even plainer round white spheres more like big water balloons, which started to swell and burst with a bang, caused a big fog, then dissipated right away. Everyone is stunned that their heads exploded except me. Though I had not expected that happening, I'm not surprised as little surprises me in this house now. And in a way it seems a comfort to me to have other witnesses now to see the violent and shocking display. 

Someone makes a comment about ghost possession and I nod to offer soft agreement. But really I don't think the men themselves are ghosts. While there may have been supernatural intervention that had their heads blow off at that precise time, I suspect the underlying issue is that they had only been robots to begin with. I'm not afraid of ghosts or robots or really anything. I just don't like the misunderstandings and judgements, but I realize once again, that I'm the strongest and least ruffled person here. And I'm the one to sort it out and make sense of it for others.

The dream was somewhat fragmented, shifting from moving tasks to family disputes and then to an investigation.

Sorting Through Chaos: A Day of Moving and Misunderstandings

The dream had an emotional tone of frustration and determination as I navigated through family misunderstandings and criticisms.

The intensity was high, especially during moments of conflict and the sudden surreal event of the heads exploding.

While many elements like moving items and family interactions were realistic, the exploding heads were surreal.

The dream was moderately vivid, with some details like the investigators' appearance being clearer than others.

Sandra, your dream is a vivid tapestry of emotions and responsibilities that weave through the threads of your waking life. The presence of Mark, assisting you in moving your mother's belongings, signifies a partnership or support system that you might be longing for or currently appreciating. His refusal to take back the money is a reflection of trust and shared responsibility, yet it also hints at a subtle balance of power and the dynamics of give-and-take in relationships. This interaction at the outset of your dream sets the stage for an exploration of your own boundaries and the roles you assume in different relationships.

  As you navigate the food place, the confusion over Mark's order and the contemplation over the cost of beverages suggests a deeper reflection on decisions and the value you place on your choices. The act of juggling between different drink options, using both Mark's money and your own, mirrors a negotiation within yourself about independence and shared experiences. The presence of the women at the counter, acknowledging but not impressed by the prices, indicates a societal pressure or expectation that you feel you must meet, yet you internally question its validity.

  The incident with your brother taking your pots and pans without permission is a clear manifestation of boundaries being crossed and possessions being appropriated without consent. Your stand to reclaim what is yours and offering a compromise speaks to your ability to assert yourself while still maintaining relationships. The theme of negotiation and reclaiming autonomy is prevalent here, as you navigate familial obligations and personal ownership. Your uncle's interference and misunderstanding further exacerbate this theme of miscommunication and the struggle for validation.

  The portrayal of your parents' home as a crime scene, coupled with your uncle's interrogation, reflects a deep-seated tension and the burden of unresolved familial duties. The dream amplifies your awareness of the expectations placed upon you and the consequent judgment from family members, particularly when you have strived to meet those expectations without acknowledgment or reward. Your uncle's criticisms and the comparison to your work on Wallace Avenue highlight a contrast between your achievements and the constant scrutiny you face, reinforcing the feeling of being undervalued.

  The climactic scene with the police investigation, complete with the surreal explosion of the investigators' heads, strikes as a symbolic release of pent-up frustrations and the absurdity of the judgments you've endured. The suggestion of ghost possession and the notion of robots represent the impersonal and detached nature of the criticisms you face, as if they lack genuine understanding or empathy. Yet, amidst the chaos, your calm demeanor and realization of your own strength underscore your resilience. This dream is a profound journey through your psyche, revealing the complex interplay of duty, independence, and self-worth in your life. It invites you to acknowledge and embrace your strength as the one who navigates these challenges with clarity and resolve.

Brother

Drink

Ghost

House

Kitchen

Money

Police

Robot

Truck

Dream About Moving And Family Conflict 2

I was taking a nap on our living room couch and woke up but had my eyes closed. In my head became sight of a scene playing out with Captain Hook and Mr Smee from Peter Pan. But in my living room. They were sneaking up on Peter sleeping on the couch. Apparently I was Peter. Before Captain Hook could do anything, I, Peter got up and surprised him and then we fought. Peter flew and sword faught with Captain Hook, then I, Peter, knocked Captain Hook’s sword  out of his hand and we both went to go and grab it and I had trouble but and he got to it first. The sword landed on the ottoman. Suddenly it became my crush and future boyfriend, Cameron, playing pretend. Cameron was Captain Hook. Before we went back to the sword fighting I got nervous after approaching because I didn’t know how to sword fight. In our waking life, Cameron was in the Aladdin musical and learned how to stage fight with swords so he knew but I didn’t. So in the dream he knew but I still didn’t. My youngest sister was sitting on the recliner in the living room watching us, but she looked how she did as a child, while everything was set in the present time. Instead of attempting to sword fight I said “I need to take a sword fighting class” then I give the fake sword to my sister and let her step in and together Cameron and my sister pretended to sword fight. Cameron was even teaching her. Seeing them get along like that made me happy and I smiled watching them. Afterwards he asked “so, do you wanna do something. Like sit and cuddle or make out” I blushed. I asked him to give me 5 minutes and I went upstairs to freshen up in the bathroom. I was so nervous because I’m not as experienced and worried I wouldn’t do it right. The water in the sink wouldn’t turn on. It turned on the shower instead. Cameron found me as I was trying to figure it out and he helped me. I was embarrassed and leaned against the wall and slide down with my knees to my chest. He saw that my anxiety was acting up and said “too soon?”. I did want to make out with him but I was worried I wouldn’t be good enough. I couldn’t figure anything out and was upset that he had to figure his way around by himself and show himself around. We ended up eating something and then I hugged him and we hugged. My arms were around his neck and his around my waist and he kissed the top of my head while holding me close. My deceased Uncle was there and I introduced him. I looked at Cameron to see if “friend” was the right word to use. He nodded and I said “Uncle Tom, this is my friend Cameron”. Apparently outside in my backyard was a tropical themed restaurant. When I was trying to show him around I messed up and it was extremely awkward and I felt horrible. I had no idea how to order but we looked at the menu. A waitress who was my cousin came by and I said we were ready to order and she told me to go up and order. I had no idea what she meant and she pointed. I said ok. Cameron wrote on a piece of napkin a dessert that I got up to go and get. He wrote two large waters and a brownie. I had candy in a small bag that I was eating. I walked into this shop with sweets and drinks where you ordered. I grabbed a big bag of candy. My cousin and aunt were next to me in line and my aunt asked me for some and she would give me some of hers. She had skittles and I had Reese’s peanut butter cups. I opened the bag but she meant from the small bag I already was eating from. My mom ended up paying for the candy for me. When I went back to the table where Cameron was. I was sitting next to him and I accused him of  texting his friend to get out of the situation. He then showed me his phone on Snapchat. His friend posted a photo that Cameron sent to her which she captioned  “This makes me so emotional” with the tearing up emojis. Then he shows me what he sent her. I couldn’t excactly see what he said but it was good. I hugged him tightly. He looked at me and asked me if I had anything to say and I just looked up at him with puppy dog eyes that said “I’m sorry”

Jacob, your dream is a vivid tapestry of emotions and internal conflicts, drawing heavily from the themes of adventure, vulnerability, and self-acceptance. Waking up on the couch with your eyes closed signifies a state of semi-awareness, where your subconscious begins to weave a narrative that is both familiar and fantastical. The presence of Captain Hook and Mr. Smee in your living room, characters from Peter Pan, suggests a confrontation with fears or aspects of yourself that feel threatening or out of control. By embodying Peter Pan, you place yourself in the role of the eternal child, grappling with the pressures of adulthood and responsibility.

  The battle with Captain Hook is a symbolic expression of your inner struggle. The transformation of Captain Hook into Cameron, your crush, adds layers to this conflict. This shift highlights the anxiety you feel in your relationship, particularly in areas where you perceive yourself as lacking experience or skill, such as sword fighting. In reality, this could translate to feelings of inadequacy or fear of not measuring up to expectations in romantic or personal endeavors. Your decision to step back and let your sister engage in the sword fight reflects a longing to retreat to a more innocent time, where the complexities of relationships did not weigh heavily on you.

  The scene with Cameron teaching your sister and your joy in watching them underscores a desire for harmony and acceptance in your relationships. This moment of happiness is contrasted by your subsequent nervousness and the difficulties you encounter with the water in the bathroom. The malfunctioning sink, turning into a shower, symbolizes the overwhelming surge of emotions and the pressure you feel to perform or meet certain standards. Cameron’s gentle approach and recognition of your anxiety provide reassurance, yet your embarrassment indicates a persistent fear of vulnerability.

  Introducing Cameron to your deceased Uncle Tom and the subsequent awkwardness in the tropical-themed restaurant setting suggests a blending of past and present influences in your life. Your uncle’s presence may represent familial pressures or traditional expectations, while the awkwardness hints at challenges in bridging your past with your current aspirations. The candy exchange with your aunt and cousin reflects a negotiation of giving and receiving, both in tangible and emotional terms, emphasizing the importance of balance and support within your family dynamics.

  Finally, the interaction with Cameron regarding the Snapchat post encapsulates your fear of being misunderstood or not valued. His emotional response and your subsequent apology highlight a deep-seated concern about maintaining connections and the fear of letting down those you care about. The dream, rich in symbolism and emotional depth, ultimately speaks to your journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the quest for genuine connection with others, encouraging you to embrace your vulnerabilities as strengths.

Cuddle

Fighting

Flying

Living Room

Restaurant

Sister

Water

I had a dream where i was going to Gabby’s house for some sort of family party. I think Jax and Emily were also there and Jax was salty about them not taking spreading sickness seriously when him and his pets got sick. It was like everytime i talked no one heard me or cared about what i had to say i finally got tired of it and started to leave and i told them i didn’t wanna be at their stupid party pretending everything is normal when i haven’t spoken to my family in forever and they clearly don’t care about learning about me im just there as my moms prop almost. My aunts and uncles ask me about her but not about me.

Aunt

Family

Feeling

Party

Sickness

I was Working as a firefighter at the fire station when all of a sudden my uncle Saulo began having an allergic reaction. It happened later in the night right when all the firefighters began drinking to celebrate their graduation. Due to this no one was sober enough to drive Saulo to the hospital because they were drunk. I was the only one not drinking and decided to drive him myself even though I’ve never drove the fire truck before. I raced him to the hospital and got him the help he needed while my colleagues streamed in later. When Saulo came back from the emergency room he thanked me and everyone else at the station. He shared how he was proud of all of us and that we all learned so much. Saulo was all the recent graduates teacher and mine as well. It was a great moment and he was crying.

Drunk

Firefighter

Graduation

Hospital

Teacher

Thank

My dream took place in the state of Oregon. The “main characters” in this dream were my aunt Christina and my uncle Adam. I was visiting them from Texas for the weekend and the house we were in was very reminiscent of the mansions in Texas, it seemed very out of place considering we were in Oregon. This mansion was a bit Greco-Roman in terms of architecture, very grand in size and white interior and exterior. There were a lot of people in this dream, it seemed to be my aunt Christina’s extended family but these people seemed to be half Asian, I believe they were Korean. However in real life my aunt’s family is Hispanic. I remember much of her family in the dream was quite talkative and they also appeared to be quite wealthy. One of her family members mentioned that it looked like it was snowing outside so I went to check. I tasted one of the snowflakes but it didn’t taste real…almost like plastic tasting, I was concerned after I had it but I went about what I was doing. The weather outside was very sunny and clear sky’s, it seemed out of place for us being in Oregon. The landscape was reminiscent of Oregon but everything else was just a bit odd. The last thing I remember was my aunt telling me they would come to the Oregon house whenever they got tired of Texas.

Landscape

Snow

After noting what I remember from my previous dream, I went back to sleep.
In this dream, I was back in Hawaii, in the very first house we lived in when my family and I migrated to the U.S. 
I was across the street from the house, sitting on the sidewalk and listening to the same song over and over again. (I actually went to sleep with a song playing on repeat, but what I was listening to in real life wasn't the same as the one in my dream. In real life, I was listening to Mele Ho'ala Moku by Keali'i Reichel. I don't know what the words mean, but  it's the same song I listened to during my meditation last night and it's just been playing all night. The melody is upbeat). 
While sitting on the sidewalk, I kept running my hands through my hair to remove all stray strands of hair. I wasn't worried, it was more as if I was trying to groom myself. I formed a ball with the strands and placed them on the ground. There were several clumps that I've placed on the ground. I was trying to do all of that stealthily because the old woman who lived across the street from us was very strict. (She was very strict to her granddaughter, who is about my age, in real life).
I left the clumps of hair on the ground and walked towards our house. Uncle Edwin (my real Aunt's boyfriend, we call him Uncle) was in the yard fixing something. I was talking to him about something and he mentioned listening to the very same music on repeat that I was listening to when I was across the street. 
That's all I rember from this dream.

The dream flowed logically, moving from the sidewalk to the yard, with clear interactions with Uncle Edwin.

Return to Hawaii

The dream had a nostalgic yet relaxed emotional tone as I revisited my childhood home.

There was a moderate intensity as I focused on grooming myself and the act of leaving hair clumps on the ground.

The dream felt quite real, especially the familiar setting of the house in Hawaii and the presence of Uncle Edwin.

The details were clear, especially the act of running my hands through my hair and the upbeat melody playing in the background.

Joanne, your dream is rich with personal symbolism and emotional layers that provide deep insight into your current state of mind. Returning to Hawaii, particularly to your first home there, evokes a strong sense of nostalgia and connection to your roots. This setting hints at a desire for comfort and familiarity, perhaps reflecting a longing for the simplicity and warmth of that time in your life. It suggests that you might be seeking stability or a reconnection with your past, especially as you navigate your present circumstances in the U.S.

  Sitting on the sidewalk while listening to a song on repeat symbolizes a moment of reflection and introspection. The act of choosing to listen to music repetitively can indicate a desire to process emotions or memories that resonate deeply with you. The upbeat melody of "Mele Ho'ala Moku" contrasts with the act of reflection, suggesting that while you may be engaging with your past, there’s also a desire for joy and positivity in your current life. It’s fascinating that this song was playing during your meditation as well, indicating a connection between your conscious efforts to find peace and the unconscious memories that surface in your dreams.

  The grooming of your hair while sitting on the sidewalk reveals a deeper aspect of self-care and self-acceptance. This act of removing stray strands symbolizes a desire to tidy up aspects of your life, perhaps indicating that you are in a phase of wanting to refine yourself or your circumstances. The stealthy manner in which you handle the clumps of hair suggests a concern about judgment or scrutiny from others, particularly the strict old woman across the street. This could signify your own internalized fears of not meeting expectations or adhering to societal norms, which might be holding you back from fully expressing yourself.

Apartment

Music

Street

Dream About Hawaii Hair Music

I have a dream where my cousin sister, cousin younger sister also enjoys the train like girl. Fun dream where she enjoys herself with her friends generally where I am with my mom and I asked her to take we shall go to the train where she enjoys with her friends but they didn't come along with us me and my mom where I asked my mom to go. Yet we shall also go and enjoy in the train while going there we saw a temple where they worshipped the idol in the temple and the temple and the priest said that the snake in the temple will die. First there is a snake we have seen that searches all to bite one person and the pujari said that if you are angry with your cousin brother it will bite and But this youngest cousin brother is the brother of my youngest cousin sister's own brother and he came along with us while protecting him to save from the snake. I was protecting him from the snake but the snake chases him and by protecting the snake bite me on little finger and bite him on But the snake bite me little much only but bite him more on his ankle and suddenly we decided to go to the hospital nearby but there is a hospital it takes time but after snake bite we have to go there. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. So we have to go there for emergency and so we went while going on the train. Before going in the temple there is a hospital care like a facility where they give the emergency medicines for snake which is a symptomatic relief only. So I take the tablet and while going on that way while taking all of the belongings I forgot to take the tablet for me and my brother. But I said it's okay it's only symptomatic. My treatment is 2k1. I said it's only symptomatic 1h and finally we decided to go to the hospital. And I wake from the dream and I don't know whether we have gone to the hospital or not. But the path is always long to reach the hospital in time. And I asked my mother to call uncle but she didn't respond. And she hides my new dress in front of my uncle as he didn't speak something. So while eating rice but he says one or two dresses. And finally we reach hospital. It didn't happen we didn't reach the hospital. Like this the dream came or this dream indicates.

Mother

Snake

Temple

Train

Dream About Snake Bite And Hospital Visit 2

I was at my grandmas house but I remember one room didn’t have her in it but her wheelchair was there. Then for some reason mum was trying to take everything from me and I was basically throwing a temper tantrum about it, she was trying to take my phone, bike, and keys to “her car” and some other stuff but then I was going crazy about it and the only thing she was going to leave me with was a bike  and she ended up giving it back and I already knew she would and I remember eating some pieces of avocado when she was giving it back. Anyways I remember my uncle Jamie being there and I remember driving to some place for a play and I was trying to find a spot but I couldn’t really find one. Then I remember going inside the place it seemed like a really big boat I think and I seen Jaylen and me and his girlfriend was talking a bit then I went downstairs where all the actors and everyone else were and I think I was supposed to be an actor I don’t remember but I was asking the play setup people if they had a big speaker of if they needed one then they said yes so I asked my uncle Jamie and some man to get it for me and they did but at first the man was acting a bit whiney about it but they grabbed the hugeee speaker with no problems

Abandoned home

Acting

Angry at mom

Auditorium

Avocado

Bike

Relationships

Being Pregnant

End of world

Floating Fish

Get Stabbed

Getting hit

Getting Stabbed

Heights

Held Down

Menstrual

Your mind will give you this image when it is trying to connect with a story or character that you need to integrate into your life.  Think about your own uncle, or the key features of this character in your dream.  These are elements that your mind is trying to get you to pay attention to!

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