Elle Pure asked:


I just woke up from a dream.. there wasn’t 1 thing good in it!

I wasn’t actually a body in the dream, i was there but not physically.
But the weird thing is i had a friend that was talking to me and i was talking in the dream,
but the way the dream took place there were parts where i was watching from the side.

So there was this driver, he was aggressive and not careful and we were about to enter “road 6″
and me and my friend were sitting in a back seat of a mini van – like car, with other kids that had no interaction with us. we were afraid to enter the road.
Suddenly, it switched to a small truck that had boxes in his trunk , and the other kids were sitting next to them while the driver was driving crazy, but my friend in the dream was hanging on the cage built around the truck.. on the roof, that was so scary!
Later on, i was looking down at her at a bed, it looked like a hospital, but she was wrapped in thousands of needles and she was looking at her bloody hand and she was in so much pain.
I looked her and while i was on the phone, i said “Yea, The Army Hurt Her Alot” .
It was so scary the way she was wrapped in so many needles .. like a blanket she was roled in!

Sarki asked:

To begin, I was at my apartment. The apartment across the street (these are duplexes) is available in real life. Anyhow, at my apartment, there was my boyfriend and his group of friends, my family, my friends, and my cat & dog. These people began to migrate to the empty duplex and I followed. Somehow, I was outcasted so I went back across the street and slept in the back seat of my SUV. While cuddled in a blanket in the back, I heard missiles. When I looked up from the seat, I saw soldiers falling all around my car in parachutes from the sky. They saw me, ripped me from my car, and began screaming “We are evacuating the city of Columbus, MOVE, MOVE!” So I asked why. I kept chasing this one army lady asking “Why!? Let me know, I have family here. Why?!?!” She wouldn’t respond so I kept hitting her until her nose bled. Finally, she paused, turned to me and said “It was a fking joke!” So I went back home and looked in my backyard. My grass was dug up, at least 6 ft down, throughout my entire yard, and there was a large vault in the middle of the yard with all of the soldiers in it, trying to get in there. I heard another missile and when I turned to look up, it exploded the large tree in my front yard, causing other things to catch on fire and turned my flat front yard into craters that sloped downwards. I went back in my apartment and the house was destroyed: beds were broken, doors were falling off, food was smashed everywhere, etc. Everyone was back at my place. They were laughing at me and saying “This is what happens when you get drunk! You destroy everything!!!” They kept laughing at me and saying that they took things from me because I was black out drunk. My dog burst out the front door and then my cat bust through the screen and pulled her blanket out. When I called out to her, she turned to look at me once more before running away from me. People at my house said “Even your animals are running away!” I was crying, broken hearted. I still continued to hit people in their faces until they bled, which made them laugh harder and made me angrier. My mom, sister and nieces said “You can’t be the family drunk, we already have one.” and left. So I was left with my boyfriend and his friends. Suddenly, I realized that my kitchen wasn’t normally this big. I looked outside and the grass was in my yard, it was sunny, and the soldiers were gone. The tree was in its place and the yard was flat out front. I came back in and said “This is a dream, you fkers! I didn’t get drunk. I KNEW I didn’t get drunk and drive everyone away!” And they looked at me and said “You are a drunk, and now a fool because you can call it a dream all you want, we know its real.” I began freaking out, second guessing myself. “Is this a dream, or not?” My entire body went numb, and sudddenly, I awoke in my bed, soaked in sweat. I cried and thanked God that it was a dream! You see, I haven’t gotten black out drunk since an accident I had over a year ago. I have always been afraid I might slide back but haven’t. The dream scared the **** out of me that I was going to lose everything all over again. What do you think this dream means? I need more than “Just that you are scared you are going to slide back”. I need more than it having to do with drinking. I feel there is more to it than that…

Marina asked:

I had a dream last night I was sleeping on someones door steps with just a blanket and I drove a car ( im only 13 ) but I noticed it was my car for some reason and I heard someone breaking into it and my dad was there at the house I was slepping at and the guy that broke into my car was like “I like to play with my prey before I kill them” I suddenly got up and ran home when I told my family about it they didnt seem to care.

Also in my dream I was driving my car ( it wasnt really a car more like a bike but it was a car okay it was weird and then I was driving it and stopped at a stop light and I saw my boyfriend pass with other guys in a army outfit.

What do these dreams mean
I havent watched any horror movies
My boyfriend is 17

Allison asked:

I never remember my dreams even though I have them every night. They usually have something to do with flowers, a river, the beach, the rain forest, etc. ALWAYS peaceful dreams. But last night I had a nightmare. And I remember it so vividly, I keep thinking it was real. Does anyone know what it means?: (This is going to be longgg.)

Okay so, I was in the army. I was not a fighter, I carried a pistol but that was it. I also carried some bombs. Like I would throw them at somebody and they would go off. I think they’re called grenades? Anyway, whenever we had a battle my mission was to take their flag. I don’t know why, but in my dream it was the most valuable thing to them and it was worth risking your life over. And the whole army was like a close family. Everyone knew each other and we all loved each other. There were only like 700 of us, we were a small army. And we all lived in this apartment complex. It belonged to the army. It was where we all slept and ate and etc. So one time while my army was in a battle with another small evil army I completed my mission and stole their flag and they retreated when they couldn’t find it. The flags were kept in the General’s apartment, in a hidden closet. I kew the General, he was very kind but I had also seen him slaughter many enemies mercilessly. He would risk his life to save any of us.

Anyways I was in my apartment one night watching TV wrapped up in a blanket and all of a sudden my door opened. I was alone and I wasn’t surprised really, because we visited each other all the time. But a man walked in and I froze because I didn’t recognize him. He said “Hmm, you should keep your door locked. There’s a lot of crazy people out there you know.”
And I said “Yeah, sorry… I’ll lock it…”
And then he closed the door behind him and pulled out a pocket knife, you kno with all the diffrent blades and stuff. I asked him what he was doing and continued without saying anything, pulling out a sharp blade from the knife. Then he said “Well I just may have to slit your throat.” Then I started trembling.. I knew he was from a battle we had won just a few weeks ago. He was their leader. Why? I asked him. “Because you stole our flag.”
Then I knew I was dead… I tried to be brave, to embrace death rather than fear it, because that was what the General taught us to do, to die with honor. But then I realized I wasn’t dieing with honor, I was being murdered. And what if he killed any of my other soldier friends? I started thinking like a soldier and was looking for a way out.. there was a door to the outside in front of me(where he had walked through) and a door behind me. I wondered if I could throw my blanket off and jump over the couch and open the door before he could catch me. But then I knew who I was dealing with.. an evil General. He surely had some of his men guarding both doors. But then maybe not because he was trying to be sneaky and kill me without anyone noticing. I planned on running to the General’s aparment because I knew he stayed up late at his desk filling out paperwork. And he ALWAYS had his gun near his hand. (I didn’t have any weapons in my apartment, and like I said, I was not a fighter) But I knew I wouldn’t be quick enough to outrun this man… so I just said “I didn’t steal your flag, but I know where they are kept. If I got it back for you, would you spare my life?”
He thought for a minute and then agreed. He handcuffed me and then I told him to lead me to apartment number 427. Building 4. He asked if anyone lived there and I said no, it was just a storage unit. He un-cuffed me and told me to hurry or he would kill me. I ran inside and the General grabbed his gun and pointed at me thinking I was someone else. I held my finger to my lips signaling for him to be quiet. I then wrote down on a piece of paper “Evil General outside, trying to kill me, waiting for me to get flag and go back out, shoot him!”
And the General went outside and killed him, and then I woke up.

Sorry it was so long -_-

Pastor of Muppets asked:

*SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR IT BEING SO LONG, I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I WAS DETAILED*

*sigh* 2 I’m ok with recurring dreams. It’s just that mine are usually scary and have bleak/depressing endings. I had one recurring dream for a while about a serial killer I was trying to escape. But now, the central focus is zombies. I had one last night and another one about a week and a half ago.

I’ll explain my first and second one.
First: 9-21-09 (I keep a dream diary for the weird ones)
(dreamt early Monday morning:)

I dreamt that the world was post-apocalypse zombie world. The only survivors hid themselves. My best friend and I were presumably the only survivors of our families. We were walking down her street in the afternoon, (which was in ruins) and somehow we found this girl named Cassie (a friend of a friend in real life, I never really talk to her) and the guy I have a crush on. (Although he didn’t really look like himself.) We were all sitting downstairs in my bff’s living room, talking. Cassie said “well we could all make it” and was being optimistic. Bff said “look at this place. yeah, we’re all gonna die at some point, soon.” My crush kinda looked at me and said “that sucks, I really don’t want to die a virgin…” (I think he was hinting to me) and Cassie looked at him, surprised, grabbed his hand and dragged him into another room. Nicole and I looked at each other and shrugged. (but I secretly felt very very angry.) So I went up to the door and put my ear against it…..and well yeah. You know what they were doing. (lol it makes me jealous to even think about.) I had heard enough so I went back over to sit by bff on the couch. The others came out after 5 minutes and were both disheveled and sweaty….I felt utterly repulsed by both of them. So when my crush came over to sit by me, (my best friend had gotten up to get some orange juice,) I inched away. He moved closer to me, flirtily and said “hey” and I said “hi…” and moved away. This happened 4 times until I was on the arm rest of the couch and just got up to walk around. Cassie just looked pleased with herself. My crush looked like he had no idea why I was pushing him away.

Bff asked if I wanted to go upstairs and ditch them and I said promptly yes. It’s early morning now, maybe 4 a.m. So we go up to her room and chilled for a while in her room. (there was a jelly lime green door lock that was supposed to keep the zombies away.) The sky outside was pure grey. We had (stupidly) left the door open and then we heard the doorbell ring. Pizza delivery!! Except it was a ploy and it was really a zombie in disguise?!?!!?! And suddenly the house is being attacked by a mass of zombies. Cassie and my crush are presumably dead, and my bff and I are trying to lock ourselves in her room. And we succeed, unnoticed, until a kid from a past theater production I was in (D.) comes along, seeking refuge with us. I convinced my bff to let him stay but apparently he accidently lured a mini/baby zombie, it was on his shoulder and bit him. So we had to kill him. I put a blanket over and started smashing his face with a book while he was on the bed, dead? But i told my bff it wasn’t working and she said “yeah, you have to gouge out their eyeballs, slit their wrists and cut open their stomach.” I then proceed to *** very heavily and she said “ok fine, I’ll do it…” but before we get a chance, a full-size army type looking zombie comes up to our semi-open door and pushes his way in. We know we’re doomed. It approaches us but then we hear a noise behind him and it falls, vanquished. ANOTHER girl (C.) from the same play and some other teenagers from her theater school killed it. I go and hug C and a dude in their group asks if we want to join their group or survivors, we agree. Some others in the group carry D. along with us. So we walk, and on the other side of the upstairs landing, there’s a room, opposite a food court????? (Smoothie shop?) so we go to THIS heavily baracaded area (with more useless jelly locks,) and sit on a bed and settle in. It’s sort of a small space but it’s big enough for everyone oddly. I see some parents from the music school I attend and more actors from the play, I say hi to a few. I still feel down about my crush and was looking at me feet until I hear someone standing over me say “want some candy?”. I look up and it’s D!! I jump up and hug him and tell him I thought the was dead. But he was alive! He offered me candy again and I accepted. I got a gummy orange flavored thing, it was really good. So anyway, we’re just chilling here when some of the moms decide that they want smoothies and they venture outside to the food court, an area that was being patrolled heavily by zombies (why would zombies patrol?.) So they go out, leave the door open and stand in line. (why the hell was there a line????) A zombie dressed up as a cashier was at the cash register.) The zombie patrollers saw the moms and started tearing them apart, limb from limb. And sinc

ilovemyjori asked:

Im stationed in Iraq with the army and i’ve been here a little over 2 months. I have 10 months left on my tour and i keep having this dream and its driving me nuts i dont exactly understand what it means.

Me and my wife just recently bought a new sectional couch just before i deployed because i was going to be making so much money over here. I keep having this dream here that me and her are cuddled on the couch wrapped up in blankets *****. And we’re kissing each other and keeping each other warm cause its winter. I go home in February for leave so its going to be cold. We’re kissing and saying how much we love each other. Oh and then i keep saying how much i cant wait for our child to get here. She’ll be 7 months pregnant and february and thats the only part of the pregnancy i’ll be home for. I understand the fact of the possibility that i miss her and thats how i feel comfortable but is there more to the dream.

And yes the childs mine i found out 2 days before i deployed she was pregnant. Thanks for your time and sorry its so long