A strange man was trying to prevent me from getting by him to go down the hallway. I looked at him and recognized him from a similar dream, preventing me from continuing my walk path. I looked at him with anger and said, "I've seen you before. Move aside and let me by!". I ended up pushing him out of my way, and as I walked by, I woke up. No one and nothing will stand in my way in my choice of path. I figure something is trying..
I agree, Thewitch, and will stand my ground. Since I told him I knew him, he hasn't been in another dream. I'm hoping that means I'm rid of him. But I know what to do if he shows again. I am strong that way.
Hi, I will share some of my beliefs about dreams :)
I won't talk about dream types, but I tell you what I came across in my life while dealing with dreams:
- I believe that by telling your dream to others before midday prevents dream coming true.
So If you had a dream, lets say a nightmare, awful and scary, but it ended good, you escaped, you won, etc. - that's a good sign, don't tell anyone about it.
- Dreams can be bought and sold. If you told your dream to someone and received smth from that person, even if he gave you a cup of tea or a handkerchief, etc - the deal was made.
I myself find these laws working in real life, but to believe or not - it is up to you :)
Sleep well ;)
I dont really wanna discuss my dreams but in every single one of my dreams i dream about this guy and i kno him and i like him but im never with him im already someone else and everytime i look at him he tends to look jealous or upset with himself and i cant help but feel something for him like i do in real life but in my dreams hes in the background and im with someone else who i wish not to be with and then i wake up wat could that mean?
There was a boy with shoulder length black hair, dressed like henwas from the Edwardian era. We were in a park in New York, and nearby was a forest. He took me to a small house with gray siding, but there weren't any doors. He moved a rock and we crawled through a tunnel into a place full of kickbacks from across time. I knew he was no more than thirteen, but his soul felt like it was ten thousand. One day, my friend Carson was in the dream too. Wenwere riding a roller coaster with the boy. After the ride, I looked back to see a shrine like coaster car with a note inside. I picked it up. It said he had died. I started crying and screaming and looked at the note again. It had changed. It was in his handwriting this time. It told me he was alive and Carson and I couldn't tell anyone. He would get hurt if we did. We had to look for him, but he said only I could find him. I woke up full of longing and wished I could go back to sleep. But I knew his name immediately; Subconscious, or Subbie.
I tend to die in my dreams . Lets see once I was shopping and a train came throu the the store and killed me another time I was eating chinese food and choked on sweet and sour chicken oh and one time a spider bit me and I died once I fell from a cliff oh and my last one someone hit from behind with a freaking double bladed ax spliting my spine I woke up screaming