Creepy dream. Mean anything?
Published July 3, 2011 | 
Vlad P asked:
pretty short. Its night the whole dream, and i am in some kind of wasteland or desert. I find a building and go to it. Its a hotel of some kind. There is a guy behind the desk with a short beard and he looks like a redneck. i get a room to stay there. Befor i fall asleep in the dream, something causes me to get out of the bed and go investigate the area. So I do. first i go into the lobby. its empty because everyone is asleep. I look behind the lobby desk and find LOTS of guns. Mostly shotguns and hunting rifles. Then i go through a door and find a trail of blood. I follow the blood down a hall and through a door. It lead to a wooden garage. There was an old, rusty pickup truck (the kind of thing rednecks would drive) and the blood trail leads to it. I go to the truck and look in the back. There is a machine gun mounted to it ad in the back there is the strangest (and creepiest) thing ive ever seen in a dream. It was a decapitated head of a giant bat. It looked like it was at one point grey or white, but the fur was mixed with the blood from it. there was blood all oer the back of the truck. blood was coming out of the bat’s nose and mouth and also out of where its neck once was. where the head was attatched there was a splintered bone sticking out. The eyes were something that got me. They were black (bats have black eyes) and they were open. it was looking like it was staring at me, and it had a look in them that was so strange. Like this innocent yet accused of something look. Also, the whole head was about the size of medium sized television. I would have had to hold out both arms like a forklift if i had to carry it. Then i turn around and guess who I meat, the guy from the desk, holding a shotgun and aiming it at me. Dream ends…. WHAT THE HELL ALERT!!!!
pretty short. Its night the whole dream, and i am in some kind of wasteland or desert. I find a building and go to it. Its a hotel of some kind. There is a guy behind the desk with a short beard and he looks like a redneck. i get a room to stay there. Befor i fall asleep in the dream, something causes me to get out of the bed and go investigate the area. So I do. first i go into the lobby. its empty because everyone is asleep. I look behind the lobby desk and find LOTS of guns. Mostly shotguns and hunting rifles. Then i go through a door and find a trail of blood. I follow the blood down a hall and through a door. It lead to a wooden garage. There was an old, rusty pickup truck (the kind of thing rednecks would drive) and the blood trail leads to it. I go to the truck and look in the back. There is a machine gun mounted to it ad in the back there is the strangest (and creepiest) thing ive ever seen in a dream. It was a decapitated head of a giant bat. It looked like it was at one point grey or white, but the fur was mixed with the blood from it. there was blood all oer the back of the truck. blood was coming out of the bat’s nose and mouth and also out of where its neck once was. where the head was attatched there was a splintered bone sticking out. The eyes were something that got me. They were black (bats have black eyes) and they were open. it was looking like it was staring at me, and it had a look in them that was so strange. Like this innocent yet accused of something look. Also, the whole head was about the size of medium sized television. I would have had to hold out both arms like a forklift if i had to carry it. Then i turn around and guess who I meat, the guy from the desk, holding a shotgun and aiming it at me. Dream ends…. WHAT THE HELL ALERT!!!!
Also something to take note of when awnsering:
GIant bats like these are extremely common in my dreams. I will often find myself riding on one or being one. Why did i all of the sudden find a decapitated one in the back of a truck?
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PLEASE ANYONE ANSWER?
Published July 2, 2011 | 
Every little thing is gonna be alright asked:
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
Garage Door Motors
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
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Someone Please Answer. It’s Driving me crazy?
Published June 29, 2011 | 
the usual suspect asked:
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
Garage Door Prices
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
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What does this dream mean?
Published June 27, 2011 | 
Every little thing is gonna be alright asked:
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
Garage Door Motors
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
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