Example: What does this dream mean?
my mom had a dream, something was guiding her to go to this man/woman that had a mask of three eyes and a large chin. something again was telling her that this is the person who's doing voodoo to her. (yeah, we sorta believe in this stuff).
now. she thinks this was a dream of god or something, i don't really think so.
so let's picture it again: a man or a woman with a mask over their face the mask having three eyes, only the cheeks and the chin showing. large chin, and a cream colored scarf around his/her head.
what does this dream mean?
is it really a psychic dream or are we over reacting?
Dreaming of eyes means:
To dream of seeing an eye, warns you that watchful enemies are seeking the slightest chance to work injury to your business. This dream indicates to a lover, that a rival will usurp him if he is not careful. To dream of brown eyes, denotes deceit and perfidy. To see blue eyes, denotes weakness in carrying out any intention. To see gray eyes, denotes a love of flattery for the owner. To dream of losing an eye, or that the eyes are sore, denotes trouble. To see a one-eyed man, denotes that you will be threatened with loss and trouble, beside which all others will appear insignificant.
Chin dreams: Wisdom. Support for expressing oneself.
Three is best known as a religious symbol - the father, son and holy ghost. "three eyes"
Cream is a color near white.
Well with any dream I use as a warning. In the dream or after if she woke up feeling scared or upset. You have to put all that together. I just wouldn't be going to see any voodoo nothings and having nothing done. But that's just me. If I would have had that dream I probably would be trying to figure out if it was a warning and what it meant personally to me. Just see what she dreams next
i had a dream where i had an extra set of top teeth above my normal ones! what does it mean, help me please its freaking me out
Example: What does my dream mean?
I apologize in advance for the vagueness of my description. I fell asleep on our living room couch, in my dream my head felt like there was a black hole in my head and I had this unquenchable hunger to consume things I was swallowing things with my mind (in a sense) and no matter what I did I couldn't stop the feeling from coming back. Than there was a figure who had this object and I knew I shouldn't consume it and resisted the first time. I felt like my personality was being ripped into 3 parts and one part didn't belong. One part was the all consuming part, another was a voice of reason and courage, and the last was afraid. The second time the figure offered the object I consumed it instantly and immediately a shudder went through my body.I woke up on the couch, The hunger was quenched but a new feeling had replaced it. The feeling was like a vortex of emotions and I felt like the only part of my body I could control were my thoughts. I tried to move my arm but it wouldn't so again I tried and tried and tried again. Eventually I tried to move the other limbs but couldn't I had decided to try a final push with all my strength, when I did it was like all my strength flowed into my limbs but only to be sucked into a void. A voice in the back of my head was saying "it wants strength don't give it to it." I had a sudden urge to keep tryin my hardest but again the voice talked to me "you have to be mentally strong, don't give in, focus!" I focused all my mental energy into slowly moving my limbs and it was actually working but at a snails pace. There was a different voice, it said "give it to me or I'll hurt them" I remember thinking to myself the entire time that I have to protect them. I regained complete control of my body but the second voice said "you're mine now, I'm watching you" I woke up on the couch and could feel my heart beating intensely in my chest and hear the pounding of it in my ears. I was nearly soaked with sweat. What does this mean?
I sat there on the cold ground with the salt burning in my eyes as the tears ran down my face and soaked my shirt. Mixing with the blood from my wrists as I wiped my cheek. I couldn't stop shaking.my muscles twitching uncontrollably. Teeth grinding tight , the front four scraping as my jaws came together. Unable to speak out. The weight inside my chest pushing out violently then pressing shut so tightly that I could almost feel the point of suffocation between breaths. I pressed my face against the the brick wall, soaked with my sweat, and my tears, and my blood. I pushed the metal cylinder to my teeth. The metallic taste firing through the nerve endings as I bit down.My thoughts slowed and fell away like an ember turning to an ash. All the fire cooling. I thought about her again. The tears stopped. And I knew what I had to do.Minutes later, I'm walking down the sidewalk. A crowd is gathered on the opposite side of the street and I am drawn towards them. My legs taking over as if in an involuntary reflex. I cross the street thinking to myself how effortless a task this is. Only seconds earlier, the avenue was filled with the business of cars whizzing by; almost as if the drivers on the near side were all speeding towards what must have been something spectacular and not worth missing, given the hurry they seemed to be in. While the drivers on the far side seemed have already been there and could not get away from that place quickly enough. But as I found myself in the middle of this street, there was no traffic. No cars to dodge, no people walking. Nothing but the still city, the frozen crowd on that far sidewalk, and a soft, dry wind blowing across my still bloody shirt. My foot touches the curb and the city resumes. I step into the crowd. I attempt to speak to a woman. She is beautiful with long, red hair. She is very professionally dressed and groomed. I want to see what color her eyes are, but I cant as she is looking up. I wonder what she is looking at. I turn around to attempt to speak with some one else. A man. There is nothing distinguishing about this man. Average height. Average build and looks. Completely average. Absolutely nothing about him would ever make seem distinguishing to anyone. I think about how funny it would be to watch him in a police lineup. He would be the guilty man and the eye witness would never even recognize him due to the fact that he was so very average looking. And how he would simply walk out of the jail house and fade right back into the crowd never to be found again. I attempt to speak with him but he only stands there looking up as well. As I look around myself I come to realize that everyone in the crowd is looking at some far off thing above them. They are all completely silent as they watch. I look up too. There is a building in front of us. As my eyes pan up I see the front lobby and above that, thirty or forty more stories.Atop all the windows and people wandering aimlessly within them, no doubt fulfilling some mundane and meaningless office task, there is more concrete and glass stretching toward the sky . By the time I can see the top of the building I can only make out the silhouette of the structure meeting the blue sky. There is something else. Breaking the sharp lines of the building against the sky there is a figure. So small, but undeniably a person standing at the edge of the roofline. The silence of the crowds awe becomes broken as some begins to cheer. Then the others follow. "Jump. Jump. Jump...", over and over until their voices fall into perfect unison and they continue. Their cheers are so loud that I cover my ears, but continue to look up. The figure falls and everyone grows silent. I watch. Story after story he silently falls. His arms are outstretched and he falls gracefully in an almost swan dive position. He falls. Second after second he becomes closer and more visible. He is going to land at my feet, but I am frozen. He continues to fall and then... He pauses, at my eye level. His arms are outstretched. His jacket is caught by the air within it. His head tilts upward and as I see his face and he looks at mine I realize that the man falling is myself.
I have had two dreams recently where I've lost my right arm (which is my dominant hand). In the first I was in some kind of war prison. All my family was there and we were trying to leave. But, my arm was cut off at the elbow and I refused to leave without it. So, I had my whole family running around this prison camp being chased by men with guns, looking for my arm! In the second, I was in the woods with a bunch of people I didn't recognize. Again my arm was cut off, this time above the elbow. I was trying to find out who cut it off and where it went. In both dreams, I failed to find the arm. And, oddly enough, in both dreams there was little or no blood. Please help me figure out what this means!
Example: What does this dream mean?
I'm not expecting to find a professional psychologist or something of the like, but I am curious of the opinions of common people.
In this dream that I had a while ago, I am walking through a dim-lit house with hay covered floors. In my arms I hold a baby which I then lay down on a table and leave behind as if where I could go, the child could not. I continue on into a narrow hallway where I begin to walk slowly as if I expected something to happen. And, after only a few steps, I fell through the hay covered floor and into a sort of basement. After gathering myself, I looked forward towards the other side of the room and saw a man. I didn't know him but I felt like I recognized him (although this isn't so strange since people we see in our dreams are most often ourselves in different forms). The man held a small animal in his hands and ripped at it with his teeth. I remember blood spilling onto the floor and dripping from the man's mouth. And as he realized I was in the room, he stopped, looked up at me, and very seriously said, "You know what you are."
I've had many dreams similar to this since I was thirteen, all involving dark creatures, wolves, blood, forests, etc. Some have been so vivid that they took me the whole next day to return to this world.
If you have read this and are prepared to answer, I'll let you believe what you want to believe. I am not inforcing my personal thoughts or suggesting what these dreams mean, I just wish to know what the common people think.
Example: What does my dream mean?
There was a thunder storm and I was in my house. I was happy, but when I noticed a giant pile of massive logs with sharp tips, I was afraid the force of the storm was going to blow the giant logs into my house and rip right through my heart. Then everything changed, I was not in my house, and it was a bright sunny day. I was in a car with my sister and my brother-in-law. We were driving and for some reason I knew we were out of town. Then my brother-in-law who was driving made a sharp turn and we were about to fall a short but dangerous drop off a cliff. They both put one of their hands back and I held both of them, but then decided to let them go, thinking the odd position would break there arms. Then we were falling. The fall was quick, my stomach felt as if it was floating inside my body, when we hit the bottom everything went dark, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, as a bone crushing force came down on me. That's when I woke up.
I never has doubts about islam but last year I had many doubts and I even reached a point when I was an agnostic BUT I have been studying quran and making duaa to Allah to guide me and increase my faith and serenity for the past few months , but last night I almost lost patience and asked Allah to make it faster as I am weak and starting to get depressed and asked him to forgive me for my many sins . Larstnight I had a dream that there was heavy rain , what does that mean ? if it does mean anything
Example: What Does My Strange Dream Mean?
Okay I have strange dreams but what do they mean?
Im in a big car like a 4x4 and my mum gets out and the engine starts and sometimes the car goes backwards or forwards.But i cant drive the car and it gets really fast and i cant stoip it, Then usually my twin appears and helps me with the pedals and we get the car under control but then we go into a rural area on small roads and we get chased by a group of me in tophats,tux's,white gloves and white expressionless masks.But lately my twin doesnt turn up to helo me and im stuck in the car trying to control it.
A voice tells me that the line (all i can see is a white or black blank with a line on it ) is my life and when the line is straight my life is good but when the line scribbles my life is bad and my whole dream consists of my line scribbling and me starting a new blank pge again and again
What do they mean?