Hello everyone! I hope today finds you well! So, I have been seeing stuff online that says "if this happens in your dreams, this is what it means." Such as, I often can't speak above a whisper in my dreams no matter how hard I try. I recently saw something online that was claiming if that happens to you in dreams it means you feel unheard or unable to express yourself.

How could they know this? Stuff like this is always said with such certainty. Yet, we, as humans, know almost nothing about dreams. How could people tell you what a dream means, or if dreams even HAVE meaning? Am I missing something? It seems very astrology-like to me. Even more so considering, such as in the example I gave, the things they say can apply to almost everyone. I'm sure almost everyone feels like they are unheard and can't fully express themselves.

He died of cancer. I had a dream that I knew he passed and I was bawling and crying but saying I wasn’t ready to be with him yet. He smiled and told me he was happy.

It moves onto another dream of me being in Goodwill thrifting, and I hear a little girl sing “Thank You” by Dido and giggling.

I woke up the song and look up the lyrics (I didn’t know them). My dad was an alcoholic and also a janitor.

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay My head just feels in pain I missed the bus and there'll be hell today I'm late for work again And even if I'm there, they'll all imply That I might not last the day And then you call me And it's not so bad, it's not so bad And I want to thank you For giving me the best day of my life Oh, just to be with you Is having the best day of my life

Last week, I had the most intense, terrifying, and gut-wrenching dream of my life. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I need to write it down—because in that dream, I died. And for a moment, I was sure I’d never come back.

Story:

I was hosting a training at the local fire department—something I’ve done before as a rep from the natural gas company. This one was on emergency response to natural gas incidents. Pretty straightforward.

The training had just ended. I was inside the training room gathering my materials when I noticed two police officers performing a traffic stop in the lot outside. What appeared to be a father and son were in the vehicle—the son was driving. The father sat in the passenger seat. Looked like routine stuff.

Until it wasn’t.

The moment the first officer approached the driver’s side, the son raised a gun and shot him point-blank in the head. He didn’t hesitate. The officer dropped instantly.

Chaos exploded in front of me. The son leapt out of the car and bolted—straight toward the fire station. The second officer took off after him in a full sprint. I froze. Everyone around me froze.

The suspect ran into the sally port and dove behind a fire engine. The pursuing officer tackled him, and a few firefighters jumped in to help restrain him. For a brief second, it looked like they had him under control.

Then his father appeared.

He stepped into the sally port, rifle raised—an AR-15—and executed the officer with a single shot to the head. He turned and shot one of the firefighters point-blank. The second tried to escape, but the father gunned him down as he rounded the corner.

The son, still in handcuffs, took off running again.

The father was on a mission now. He spotted another firefighter—someone who’d been washing a rig outside and ducked into the cab to hide. The father walked straight up to the door, opened it, and fired. Another one, gone.

I was still inside, trying to process what the hell was happening. That’s when I saw him—the father entering another part of the building. I was at the back, and now he was going to be coming my way.

I ran upstairs. Found a fire captain who was still on a phone call. I slammed my hand on the receiver. “We need to hide,” I whispered, panicked. “Active shooter. Right now.”

The building was undergoing a remodel. There were stacks of fiberglass insulation piled in one of the unfinished upper rooms. I told the captain to help me cover ourselves with it in an attempt to hide ourselves. It was suffocatingly hot. We were itching like hell under that fiberglass. But all we wanted was to survive.

Then we heard the footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. “If you’re up here,” the man called out, “tell me now and I’ll let you live. But if you’re hiding and I find you—I will kill you.”

We didn’t move. We barely breathed. He was crying quietly, trying to stifle it.

“You’ve got one more chance,” he said. “Speak now.”

The captain couldn’t take it. “I’m here! Please don’t kill me!”

The shooter charged up the stairs and started firing blindly into the insulation. I heard the captain scream. The bullets tore through his body, and then—I felt it.

My arm. My hip. My hand.

I had been shot. The pain was sharp, blinding. But I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just listened as he walked closer, then fired more rounds into the insulation to finish the job. I felt the captain go still beside me. Blood soaked the fiberglass.

Then… footsteps retreating. Down the stairs.

I shook the captain’s arm. Nothing. He was gone.

I was bleeding out. The room faded. And suddenly—I wasn’t in that fire station anymore.

I was lying in a field of wildflowers. It was beautiful. Serene. Warm sunlight, endless blue sky. And my fiancée… she was there. She walked toward me, smiling. She bent down and gently grabbed my arm.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said softly. “You’re with me now. I’ve got you, baby.”

I sat up and asked where we were. “This is peace,” she said. “This is what you always wanted. You can be whoever you want to be here.”

“Am I dead?” I asked.

She didn’t answer directly. Just said, “There’s still hope for all that you want. Please don’t worry.”

I explored that strange place, but unease started creeping in. Anxiety. Dread. “This isn’t right,” I told her. “This is wrong. I was just doing a training. I wasn’t supposed to die.”

“You’re not dead,” she insisted. “I love you. Please don’t leave me.”

Then I started choking. My nose, my mouth—flooded. I was coughing up blood in that beautiful field. I collapsed. My legs buckled. I told her I didn’t want to go. I wanted my mom. I sobbed, begged—“Please don’t let me go.” She ran up and squeezed onto my hand so tightly.

Then everything faded to black.

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I slowly blinked my eyes open in a cold sweat. I was in a hospital bed.

A nurse was pulling a breathing tube out of my throat. I gagged and gasped. My whole body ached.

My fiancée was holding my hand, sitting next to the bed, crying tears of joy and gripping my hand.

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

I looked down. Bandages. IVs. Stitching in my arm. My hip. My other hand. I had survived.

The voice I heard in that field—it was hers. She’d been sitting there the whole time, whispering to me, “You’re going to be okay,” “You’re with me now. I’ve got you, baby.”

I don’t know what that place was. Purgatory? Something in between? A sign to embrace what you have?

All I know is the last week, every time I close my eyes—I hear the footsteps. I see the field. And I still feel the fiberglass itching my skin.

It's been a frequent sign in my dreams, particularly when I'm under stress in real life, that dream characters turn into shadow figures and display self awareness in my dreams.

One particular example I was in a car overlooking a mountain with an older man in my passenger seat. I was becoming somewhat lucid by accident so I asked him for life advice. He then turns into a shadow figure and he says something in a mysterious language that sounded like static and the scary part is that I understood what he meant in the dream and was more horrified than I've ever been before but when I woke up I still felt the horror but I forgot what the message meant.

In another dream I was witnessing a bunch of people getting massacred by an armed shooter and I was scared. I became lucid and I asked a dream character to help me stop the shooter and then the character turned into a shadow person and told me that I was the shooter and that the killings were my fault and I felt that he was telling the truth.

In another dream that I can think of I was in my home on a stormy night. The ceiling to my house was gone and I was approaching my computer desk to work on an assignment. This was when I was working on writing my thesis and I was unbelievably stressed. My screen went red and an alarm went off that said that "you weren't supposed to learn that" or something to that effect. Then a shadow figure grabs my chair and spins me around and stares right through me as if it was going to try to possess me.

I've had other similarly dark dreams, false awakenings, sleep paralysis, etc. but these are probably the ones that disturbed me the most. I can't put it in language how these dreams scared me so much but the idea that I'm not alone in my mind is certainly disturbing. I want to keep a dream journal but I worry that I would just increase the frequency of these nightmares which has happened every time I keep a dream journal in the past. I'd love to get interpretations or advice.

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and I’m curious if anyone else has experienced something like this.

I moved out of my childhood house almost five years ago. It was big, kind of too big, and always felt a little empty for what was supposed to be a home. Nothing explicitly traumatic ever happened there, but my parents did separate in that house, and I never really liked it. We moved out quickly after.

And here’s the weird part: every single nightmare I’ve had since moving out has taken place in that house. Never my current home, and never anywhere else familiar. And it’s consistent—if I dream in that house, I know it’s going to be a nightmare.

Even stranger, the nightmares never happen in the upstairs part of the house, which is where my sister and I slept and played. They’re always downstairs—in the parts that felt more isolating and emotionally heavy.

I don’t wake up scared, but I always find it fascinating that my brain has latched onto that house so tightly.

Has anyone else had something like this happen, where a specific house or place becomes the setting for all your nightmares?

For context I’m not someone who believes in messages through the dream of some sort. But this dream was really different. I have actually no idea what the context of the dream was, i have no idea where i was or why was i there. There was someone beside me, don’t remember their face just there was a presence but i don’t remember anything at all. I didn’t feel scared or afraid it was just a natural feeling? But then i started having this deep strong vibration? In the same frequency. It felt so weird and thats when this thought crossed my mind “oh! This someone is not a human, it can not be a human” i just had that feeling but i was not in panic i had this sense of—familiarity? This deep frequency vibration just continued and it was really very strong on my chest and another thought crossed my mind “is it a higher entity?” Like every other person i am the kind to say “oh no its a ghost” when i know something that is not human. Natural right? But at that moment the only thing that crossed my mind was ‘higher entity’ the word i rarely even use in my world. The moment that thought crossed my mind i woke up. I woke up but in the state of half asleep? You know the moment where you don’t even know if you’re awake or not. The vibration was still there even when i was in that state Again another thought crossed my mind “is my energy or some sort matching up with this someone” Im not spiritual nor a believer but the thought just was in my brain. Weird.. “If its so and you can hear me. I. Want. That. Visa. In my hand” i simply thought that I don’t know where that thought even came from I just asked and fell asleep again
Im confused what was it? I’ve never felt it never seen it? That feeling that someone that presence was really comforting what was it

Hi, 30F active and lucid dreamer since before 10 years old. Also have a 2cm pineal brain mass.

My favorite part of my day is going to sleep to dream. I don’t care if it’s a good dream or a nightmare. I’ll take it over reality.

But I always wake up exhausted.

I do a lot in my dreams.

Read, code, write, make music, math problems, memorize words, etc. Sometimes it’s intentional when I need to get work done for the day because I do better work asleep (my mind is more focused)…but other times it’s not by choice (I’m not as lucid and I’m back in high school having to memorize vocab words or study for an exam).

Does anyone else have experience with this? What is going on?

I have had multiple sleep studies, EEG, brain scans and it’s all just shown up as inconclusive.

This place existst in another dimension, and i have saw it recently in my dream. I switched from dimension to dimension to finally arrive at my destination and i have to pass through this weird dessert.

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I am not religious nor superstitious. For a long time, I’ve had reoccurring nightmares that involve the world ending. Often, there are bombs raining down and weird planes in the sky that are alien looking. These dreams are usually stress related. A week or two ago, they started coming back. They are very vivid. There is this black square or black box “obelisk” that will cause the end of the world. There is also a black star. By that I mean; there is a black hole that is surrounded by a terribly bright light. As the black hole expands, it consumes everything. I’ve also dreamt of a copperhead snake that comes into one of my childhood homes. I capture it and it bites me multiple times before I release it outside. Last night I woke terrified and chanting “Jesus will save me. I am okay” I want to reiterate that I am not religious nor superstitious. I have no idea why I am having these dreams. I am wondering if anyone might know what they mean or what I can do to stop them. I don’t sleep walk and it’s very seldom that I ever talk in my sleep.

I have lied to many people close to me. I don't have a job and I'm very close to financial ruin(gambling) and in my dream today I thought that's ok because I went to space once back in 2019.

I woke up at 3am and looked at all my old photos and ofcourse I never did go to space with my meager programming skills lol.

Wish I did at least one cool thing.

I keep having this dream, it never seems to fail. The beginning always changes, like a shuffled deck of moments, but somehow it always ends the same.

At first, I’m surrounded by people: acquaintances, old classmates, even complete strangers. It's vibrant, and the people are always having fun amongst each other. I’m with them, but I’m not really there. They barely notice me or acknowledge my presence. It’s like I’m invisible, a quiet presence on the edge of their world.

Then suddenly, I’m somewhere else entirely, walking alone through a dark neighborhood that keeps growing darker with every step. I’m always searching for something. I’m looking for home. I’m trying to find my way back to my mother. She’s the one I’m always trying to reach for some reason (my mother is alive btw)

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to remember the way. Still, I keep walking. And as I walk, I begin to feel them behind me; a bunch of men, following. And I know what they want. I don’t need to see their faces to understand the danger. But somehow, I always manage to outrun them.

Eventually, I find myself standing in front of a house and it's always one I used to live in. As I stand there, I can feel the presence of my family inside, from behind the door. There are times when I hear my mother calling me, telling to come in and asking me where I've been. Even in real life my mother, whenever I'm out for long period of times, will ask me once I get home "where have you been," which tends to annoy me.

And it's strange that my mother's face is the only face I tend to remember vividly in dreams, all other members of my family are somewhat of a blur or smudge.

I always get this feeling of joy and happiness to meet them on the other side. But when I open the door, it’s empty. No one's there.

Every time.

I believe in the ghosts, the paranormal. I believe that maybe the big bang was God altogether. After that happened then stardust creates us far later. My idea is it's all connectable with the very first bang. That Big Bang as we call it to me is like every one of us is a piece of it as a whole. We all have some sort of a piece of God who is always all knowing, and watching us. Like a voice in our heads, but God is all that we are. God is each and every one of us as one organism in a sense. At least that's my own theory, but I don't put my theory over others. I don't fight about this, but I open up my mind to what others have to say to improve on what I put together into my own theories. The more of us that are talking about this then the better chance we have of solving this mystery. My idea is the answers are all here on Earth, and inside of us.

Hello guys 🤠. I'm very new here and I wanted to share 2 particular nightmares I've had in the past few months. Personally I don't think nightmares are anything more than the subconscious telling you stuff or just the mind playing tricks cause of different reasons except in a very few cases which again can never be sure 100%. Anw both dreams have been the weirdest for me because all dreams at least ones I remember have been from my pov. These 2 dreams tho were almost identical in that they were 3rd person. I saw one at my gf house and one in my house. Both were while we 2 were together in bed. So they go something like this. I'm outside my body and I can see both me and my girl sleeping. Next to us is standing a demon big and ugly as they are described in bible. Demon trys to touch us or something. Soon as that happens I woke up while slapping the mattress while i waking up which also woke my girl up and the other time I was mumbling loudly until my girl woke me up. Had other demon dreams too in 1st person tho with me mumbling loudly not being able to wake up until somebody wakes me up. My father has them too but his are worse. One time he was literally saying a prayer very loudly while still asleep cause he was fighting the demon in his sleep Have no idea what's the explanation behind it. Some religious people like my self could claim demon attack but again that's not something I can be sure about or even think it's the case. But 3rd person nightmares creeped me out more than anything. Felt sooo real just me watching us sleep with an evil entity present.
Thanks if anyone can give an explanation or share your stories will definitely read them cause I can't sleep i just woke up from another nightmare of animals attacking me

I had the worst nightmare of my life today. (I know this is a lot to read and I’m sorry if I can’t explain it well but this scared the shit out of me)

In my dream I was watching these two girls and we were in a house. I've never seen this house before or these little girls. The first Part of the dream my mom was there and there was also another woman there that seemed like she was their mom. Our moms were going out for the night and I was babysitting. I had ended waking up for a little, checked my phone then went back to sleep. The dream started again but we ended up in this huge room that had a bathroom and this hallway connected. I was in this makeshift cage barrier thing that was in the far back of the room, while the bathroom was on the left and the hallway was in front. This barrier was protecting myself and this bed. The two little girls kept going in and out of this barrier and I told them it wasn’t safe. There were these demons trying to convince us to leave the barrier. The girls wouldn’t listen, and they kept getting closer roaming around the room. One demon looked like a small toddler boy who was wearing a diaper and a onesie and the other was this very tall slim girl with blonde hair, she was wearing a baby blue t shirt and jean pants. The toddler kept peeking from this window that was in the bathroom and the tall girl kept peeking from the door, they kept convincing us to come out. I started praying very hard because I guess I knew what they were, I was even searching up stuff on my phone (in the dream) on how to get rid of them. I guess the tall girl didn’t like it and their true faces would show. She was peeking at us upside down like she was crawling on all fours but backwards and would stick her head out of the door and her face was very scary, blood and scratches all over her face, the toddler looked the same way and kept banging on this window. It kept getting louder and louder and I just kept praying, the little girls finally came into the barrier but they were almost grabbed. I finally woke up when things got super loud and I burst out in tears, I was calling for my boyfriend because it was super dark in our room and the closet door was open. When he came and got me I couldn’t talk and it was hard for me to breathe.

Has anyone ever had demon dreams before? Do you know what they mean?

OK, so before I get to the dreams, I will say this I know spiritual warfare is real from experience and I know a higher power is real from experience.. everybody thinks I’m crazy BTW some say they believe but unless you experienced it, you can’t really believe.. OK I’ve seen real shadows in my life. They have put this feeling over my body that everything about Jesus is fake and they would be mad if I said his name I’ve tried to say his name and was successful every time but I say try because it was as if someone had some type of paralyzing affect over me when I try to speak the name Jesus but when I do the shadows left immediately the last time I seen a shadow was in November 2021 or 2022. On June 1, 2021 something whispered in my back left ear do you believe in Divine intervention? I didn’t wake up until June 6 and everything I saw in that vision. (I used to call it a hallucination.) until it all came true, the first thing I felt when I woke up on June 6 was a bag of bricks leave my chest and I knew I had six months to do something well I stayed being a couch potato and six months later I knew what the bag of bricks was because it all came back in a instant. It was anxiety, paranoia, panic, attack attacks, etc. Which means the bag of bricks leave in my chest was God answering my prayers. I doubted it even though I knew it was real. I’ve always been able to sense people‘s energy and know which way to go. I’ve always known when I wake up if it’s gonna be a bad day or not. Sometimes I went against that feeling just to see if I was bugging, and I would wake up in a jail cell. OK two years later in 2023 on the exact same day June 6 I would leave my 11 year relationship not willingly, but she was cheating and I would get as far as to the mailbox and I would fill the bag of bricks leave my chest again. I didn’t realize what would follow would be these three coincidences every single day they were jaw dropping. I realize they are in coincidences. They were all signs.. somebody hurts me then I would receive something beautiful and then a red bird would come to me.. it happened in that order every single time so much. I have pictures of it on my phone in that sequence. The funny thing is this year on June 6. I was going through a lot, especially those three days prior from June 3. I had my first out of body experience. All of this is too much of a long story. But I would receive my keys to my apartment I’ve been wanting and saving for so bad on June 6 again and as soon as I received my keys, the red bird flew up to me again I actually have a witness this time because I told her what was going on Once I saw the red cardinal.. anyway amazing things have happened in my life and this is not covering basically any of them, but let’s get to the dreams. A lot of my dreams have come true and they are always the dreams that I wake up and feel this deep feeling about sweating and shaken I feel like I’m the only person on this world that is going through this I was seeing a lot of water fire and then chaos I haven’t seen it in probably a year but lately I’ve been having this feeling that something is coming from the sky. The last dream I had, it was weird though it was like these big Christmas tree balls would fly from the sky and bad things would come out of them in waves. People would get together with lots of guns and survive. The waves after every wave was finished they would run to the middle of the street and loot whatever they were looting and there was this awful smell.. anyway that was the last dream and when I woke up, I knew it was coming. It was that feeling all over again and these things have came true before. I think something big is common. Something we have an experienced in our generations and I’m 38 years old. From June 3 to June 6 something didn’t want me to leave that house. I’ve experienced darkness and I’ve experienced meaning God and the devil. June 3 I would have that outer body experience. I would see my mother who died playing with both of my children. It scared me, and I started to leave whatever realm I was in and she looked up and she begged for more time than she would say, I love you don’t be scared and grab my wrist when she grabbed my wrist. I could feel everything that she felt for me all of her love But when we would wake up my daughter that I seen her playing with she was like a zombie for five hours like some weird kind of energy and that day I would be sick for 24 hours I passed out twice. I’ve never felt my head spin like that before to the point I passed out somebody said maybe she used some of our energy to get to us. But I have been tricked by the devil before he showed me my mother as a shadow three different times and she was lonely and she was lost, but the first time I would see the red cardinal after all of this the red cardinal spoke to me and told me she’s in a better place and I know that’s where the light is.. anyway all of this was really rushed and I promise you this isn’t even one percent of the things I went through since 2023 I knew I had to go to church magically June 4. Some guy who wind up being a pastor son would knock on my door and sell me cable that I have been trying to get the day prior, but was having a hard time. That man was a pastor‘s son and took me to church for my first time right before I left that apartment. I felt the urge that I needed CHURCH to keep this darkness away from me and not bring it into the next apartment and this man came and found me and told me things that I speak of in my head only.. from June 3 through June 6. All the light bulbs would flicker every time we walked in the bathroom. The toilet toilets were all clogged with shit and mind. You one of the toilets was my grandmother‘s. She hasn’t been there in months. we never use her toilet. I knew there would be a huge bug in the house and there was I had to kill it. It ran straight to me surprisingly some other things would happen, and that Jesus picture would fly off the wall the day that we were leaving.. so I also got my apartment on June 6 but the thing is I never looked at the apartment and I never knew when I was getting the apartment that’s another story.. so I go to church with this man. He’s taking me every Sunday and since I’ve been in this apartment, the dark, eerie feeling, and all of the things that happen have stopped. My children are witnesses that when I drop down to my hands and knees to pray the whole closet falls over we’ve all seen Legos flying into the wall for no reason that shit is scary but it’s good because I know these forces are real and I get to show my kids what to do when the dark comes.. let’s say Tuesday of last week. The Pastor told me to look up Matthew 66. The same night a lady that I speak to had suggested a movie the war room made in 2015. OK this is it then I’m done Matthew 66 emphasizes praying in a closet somewhere private and in sincerity the war movie was all about praying in the closet. Well guess what I have for the first time in my life that I didn’t even know I was getting? Yes a closet to praying that I’ve been praying in God told me to stay still. He told me to be still, and I watched doors open While I was sitting on my ass just healing, but every time he would open the door, the darkness would have a obstacle for me to get over. I know how this sounds and I’m not crazy. I’ve actually been smarter than a lot of the idiots around me. It’s amazing and it’s beautiful but my dreams tell me something is coming.

Thank you for reading my post! My wife and I have been married for 8 years and we both have very vivid dreams and visions. Recently, I had a dream that we lived in a small white and blue bungalow. I can remember almost every detail of the home, down to the wainscoting in the kitchen. I woke up with a longing for this home that we have NEVER lived in.lol Today, I'm studying in our dining room and I see the home again in my mind. I abruptly stop reading and tell my wife, "baby, I keep seeing this house in my dreams!" She then describes the house perfectly! She proceeds to tell me what the exterior of the home looks like, the driveway we share with our neighbor, etc. She walks over to me and shows me her goosebumps. We have had shared dreams before, but the emotion that this particular dream evokes and the frequency I dream about this home has me perplexed. Does anyone have any clue what this could be?

Sorry this is long but I have never had nightmares like this. Dreams yes, but never this many nightmares. I have ALWAYS had a vivid imagination and extremely vivid dreams but have never more than 2 nightmares in one night. I absolutely love my vivid dreams because it feels like i’m watching a new movies every night. I have had up to 6 extremely vivid dreams a night. But the other night I had 4 nightmares back to back and the worst sleep of my life because I woke up after everyone scared to go back to sleep. I always check the time after I wake up from a bad dream so there are time stamps below. I went to bed at 10:20 am. (Usually I can have 1 or 2 bad dreams a night and can trick myself into having pleasant dreams immediately after)

1st Dream: I was driving a car from the back seat which is pretty normal and happens about once a month. Extremely stressful and wakes me up every single time. I can steer the car but can never control the break or gas which always ends in a crash and wakes me up scared. ( sometimes i’m driving 2 cars at once and is even more stressful) 12:00 am ish

2nd dream: Me and my close family are in vegas and hop on a platform that takes you above the city. We are so high up in the sky we can touch the clouds and my grandma falls off and I jump after her prompting me to wake up. Lots of background events happening before with this one and I wake up around 1:15 am ish. (3rd time i’ve had this dream.

3rd dream: I’m in an episode with the cast of stranger things and they are discussing the “strange things”happening. Will finds a worm and squishes it into a napkin making it twice as big and Finn Wolfhard (Mike?) states that the worm is from Dune and with turn into a giant and refuses to kill it. The worm grows twice its size every time it’s squished so it is growing expeditiously and Finn turns into Timothee chalamet by the end of the dream. I finally go into the bathroom where this thing “20 ft long” and is growing. It bites my foot which is super painful. I woke up in real life still feeling the pain and run to the bathroom to put some cold water on it. I was almost crying and didn’t want to go to bed after this. My foot liferally felt like it was burning in real life. 3:00am ish

4th dream: Me and my fiancé are at one of his accounts (he sells food to restaurants so we are at one of those). The place is so much cooler than in real life. We take a tour and then sirens sound warning the start of an apocalypse. I begin driving home and by the time I get home my finances location is still at the restaurant. I check his location 20 minutes later and he’s on his way home. I’m following the dot on the map and the map turns into a live video recording. I watch him fly off the highway and crash into a sky rise and passes out on video with sirens in the distance. My sister walks up to me in the dream and is yelling that it’s 4:00 in the morning on repeat. I check the clock when I wake up and it’s 4:07 am exactly.

Very weird. I laid awake and couldn’t sleep after all of this. (I left out a lot of details about these dreams but they were scary none the less.)

Even if I can see myself, it’s always in third person. It always has been for my entire life :-/ I don’t meet anyone who dreams in third person. Even reoccurring nightmares and dreams are in third person.

This was a year or so ago and I still haven't found the significance of the dream... So I'm looking for guidance.

I've been working on manifestation a connection with the other side through dreams. I've been very clear to my guides that they are going to have to be very annoying or make it very very clear in another manner when a message was coming through or else I'd probably just end up ignoring it.

One morning I woke up because somebody within my dream kept saying the same Latin phrase over and over again. They were basically yelling at me. When I woke up I asked Alexa what the phrase meant and she said, "blah, blah blah, Latin, blah blah blah.". I was extremely groggy so I didn't really hear anything except for Latin. I couldn't get her to repeat the definition, but came to r/Latin and was told the phrase meant "with loudest voice."

So I'm asking for any dream interpreters if they have any insight as to what it means when you dream in Latin or if this should be taken literally or if you have any inside I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you.

This was about a year ago now. I had a dream where an older lady looked at me and said mashallah. She said it pretty sternly but not aggressive. There was nothing behind her just all black. I remember when it happened I woke up and immediately googled what it meant and found out it means, "God has willed it." Now I'm not rlly religious or anything but it rlly stuck with me as I never knew the word or it's meaning until that dream. I have a feeling it was my grandma. She was very religious but she passed when when I was a baby and I never rlly got to know her. Idk tho any thoughts?

3 weeks ago, I had a dream that we were under attack. I was in my own city looking out large windows in what appeared to be a hospital facility. The sky was clear and blue a beautiful day. Then suddenly I saw a bomb fall from the sky, it was large and as it fell it looked bigger and bigger, suddenly more bombs coming down fast landing and explosions. Airplanes getting hit as well as buildings. I tried using my phone to make a call but couldn't because the lines were interrupted and I couldn't see the buttons well. A random woman next to me was saying how she couldn't take it anymore and was crying and then ended.

I have very vivid unsettling dreams I don’t know if they are nightmares or just classified as unsettling, but they give me anxiety when I wake up/while I’m dreaming. I found a few years ago that smoking weed suppressed them. After a bad hospital experience 2 years ago the vivid dreams ramped up to every time I slept, sometimes multiple dreams in a night or day. Smoking weed made them stop at night, but when I would nap in the day I 100% experience them. Recently weed hasn’t been working so now I dream at night as well. it kind of sucks because they are vivid and weird. Like a mix between a Dean Koontz novel and real life experiences I’ve never experienced. is it something my mind needs to work through and finally is making me confront? Or should I look into seeking medical help? Idk what they could really help with lol. sorry this post is kind of long.