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Example: What does my dream mean? Future predictions & nightmares?

So, ever since I was 6 years old, I had this dream where someone was knocking on my front door at midnight. Then, whoever the knocker on the door was, he would just leave, but he left a sarcophagus (mummified tomb) on my porch, and I would run to my living room and hide behind the couch after I saw what was on the porch. Then out of nowhere, the sarcophagus would disappear and end up in my living room, and the sarcophagus's door would open up and there will be a mummy coming out and sucking the soul out of me. I would call for help for my parents and brothers, but no one would come...and that will be the ending of the dream. *I'm 17, and I still have this dream.
And right after this dream surpasses, I'd have another dream about something good or bad that would happen the next day. And then after I wake up, the events that happened in my dreams end up on the news or in real life!
-I had a dream that my friend from Sweden came back to USA, and the next day she showed up at my house as a suprise! :)
-I had a dream that there was a tsunami, and the next day Japan gets hit by the tsunami.
-I had a dream that Maui, Hawaii had to be evacuated, and the next day Maui is under evacuation because of a possible tsunami.
Of course not all my dreams come true, but about 30% of them do...

If you know what's happening, and how it's happening, please respond!

Well all dreams are from the subconscious so it's random but I'm sorry Idk how to fix this problem you could get help like therapist to talk about the dream that may help


Example: What does my dream mean?

I'm 16 and a girl, here's my dream:
It was raining, and I was walking around in this strange apartment block. I saw Michael (this guy I hate and like at the same time) and Anneliese (this girl who hates me) at a bus stop, so I ran into a toy shop and was hiding from them when they came in with a bunch of other kids.

I was trying to avoid them, but then someone shot Michael in the chest and he fell to the ground on his back. I came up to him and tried to stop the bleeding by holding his chest down with my hands. It was so horrible because I could actually feel his wound and his hearbeat pulsing blood on my hands...and I kept asking people for help and to call the police/ambulence but no one would help me, they were acting very strange just staring at me milling around.

And Michael was dying and I kept telling him to breathe and that everything would be okay, then a man came up to me and told me the police were here and that I needed to take him outside. So I picked Michael up in my arms and carried him outside but there weren't any cops there were just people with guns and they shot me (and i think Michael) and we were dead. Then I think they took us to these coffins/sarcophaguses and we were in the underworld and couldn't escape. And I kept telling Michael that everything would be okay but he was crying, and we cried together...it was so awful!

But then my brother woke me up and told me it was time for school...but it's been bugging me all day. I don't know what my dream means, if it's just a dream or a metaphor for something...

Example: I had a really horrible dream last night [please read]...?

I'm 16 and a girl, here's my dream:
It was raining, and I was walking around in this strange apartment block. I saw Michael (this guy I hate and like at the same time) and Anneliese (this girl who hates me) at a bus stop, so I ran into a toy shop and was hiding from them when they came in with a bunch of other kids.

I was trying to avoid them, but then someone shot Michael in the chest and he fell to the ground on his back. I came up to him and tried to stop the bleeding by holding his chest down with my hands. It was so horrible because I could actually feel his wound and his hearbeat pulsing blood on my hands...and I kept asking people for help and to call the police/ambulence but no one would help me, they were acting very strange just staring at me milling around.

And Michael was dying and I kept telling him to breathe and that everything would be okay, then a man came up to me and told me the police were here and that I needed to take him outside. So I picked Michael up in my arms and carried him outside but there weren't any cops there were just people with guns and they shot me (and i think Michael) and we were dead. Then I think they took us to these coffins/sarcophaguses and we were in the underworld and couldn't escape. And I kept telling Michael that everything would be okay but he was crying, and we cried together...it was so awful!

But then my brother woke me up and told me it was time for school...but it's been bugging me all day. I don't know what my dream means, if it's just a dream or a metaphor for something...

Example: Cool Sounding Words?

What are some cool sounding words? Not words that aren't so weird that no one has ever heard it before though. Also, I want the words to have a nice meaning:)

Example: I've had two dream I can not explain, please help?

I'm a mother of three and I have been devoted to understanding my faith in Jesus by reading the Word of God and opening my ears to hear. Everyday he speaks through things without words that only I can understand.

But A few weeks ago I was laying down after I put my children to sleep and when I turned the light out of my room and closed my eyes (must had fell right to sleep) I saw a Pharaoh sitting in a white stone chair (kind of like the one Ab Lincoln sits on in Washington DC) He was dressed up in all the entire like the Pharaohs on the Sarcophagi. His hands was resting on the arms of the white stone chair (throne). Their was several stone steps leading up to him. From where I standing in the dream the steps was shaped like the pyramids designed by the Mayans. I was not focus on anything but the Pharaoh. I stood at the bottom of the left side facing him. I was a servant of his I felt. I knew their was more people in my dream, but I did not see them, but I felt them as they handed me a golden cup, filled with drink to give the Pharaoh. I had taken the cup into both of my hands. It was completely full for it felt heavy. I tried to refuse to go forward up the stairs to give it to the Pharaoh, but I was encourages with hands upon my back. I held the cup up as I tried to take each step and trying to lower my head so I would not be higher than the Pharaoh's. But half way I stopped and I felt the hands on my shoulders and my back gently pushing my. I stopped and said no I will not I won't. (something inside me said this is a Pharaoh I do not follow him.) I stood up with the cup in hand. Then as they cared me back down they encouraged me to drink from the cup. I was trying to push it away, but I could not. As they was trying to do this I saw the Pharaoh in his chair. As all his clothes changed from dark bold colors to completely bright white, even his head dress went completely white. Then as I was continuing to be encourage to drink I did. That was when I awoke, because my throat swallowed as if I was drinking from the cup. I still felt those hand upon my back and shoulders and I still saw the Pharaoh. But when I open my eyes they was gone. Can anyone explain what just happen. I do not have any understanding of this.


Now today I had another dream after I got my kids on the school bus, I decided to rest just a little more before I had to get up. So I fell asleep. and I was first dreaming of a whirlwind inside my house I got out but my kids was to afraid to come after me. So I went back in to get them and plus I grab a few emergency items along the way. But then my dream dramatically changed where I heard a cry and (without my body) I was looking down in a large pit and a young Middle Eastern boy was crying, Around his entire body was a snake wrapped around him. The boy had to be no more than nine, ten years old. I knew it was was not squeezing him yet because he was crying. Then as I still was dreaming as if I was not dreaming I awoke hearing my son crying. I opened my eyes (still in a dream) and I noticed my left foot was in great pain. I saw a small snake wrapped tightly around my ankle. My foot was already turning purple. It was swelling up and it hurt very much, but I did not want to upset my son as he watched. I grab the snake by squeezing its mouth open and then I continued with all my might unwrapping it off my ankle. As I was during this I notice the snake was tighten up around my ankle each time I removed a coil it tighten and tighten. By the time I got down to the last coil I realized i had the mouth of the snake very close to my neck. That was when I truly woke up. I felt my hand touch my neck as I awoke which startled me. I was dreaming in a dream. Can anyone help me on this dream.

Example: For the past two nights my dreams end in me dying?

That's not what really concerns me, but it's the only thing the two dreams have in common.
Some of the details may seem irrelevant or vague, but it's the best I can remember.

So in the first dream, I start out in a Wal-Mart but soon a bunch of teachers rush everyone out of the building and the lights dim. I end up in a church where all the pews are in a square shape around the center, everything is white. I'm there with my parents and brothers, and for some reason Mike Shinoda is my uncle. Anyways, the church doors are open and it's raining so thick you can't see past the doorway. Me and my family are joking in the last pew where we sit, when suddenly a blonde girl in a red dress walks in and starts shooting people. Nobody screams or runs, they're not even shocked, just a little suprised. The shooter kills a girl trying to run past her from a pew in front of us and then runs out of bullets. She pulls out a traditional red pocket knife, and from something built inside the pocket knife, she shoots another person. The shooter then walks behind me and my family and says something I couldn't understand, then I feel a warmness spreading from the back of my head and my vision narrows and blurs. I thought to myself "Oh shoot, she's going to kill my family next!" and I tried so hard to keep concious. I ran at her and took the pocket knife away and told my family to run. When I finally caught up with them at the door I woke up. So I actually don't know if that means I died or not.

I remember less of the second dream but here's what I have.
I was at a carnival with someone I can't remember, though apparently knew well, but (I couldn't stop thinking about this when recalling the dream,) they kept accidentally cutting my fingers (three times) one straight line on each face of three of my fingers, first the middle finger of my right hand, then the index and middle finger of my left hand. After, I went to a park where there was snow everywhere and an ocean made entirely of ice. Then ended up in a car with two friendly old ladies asking about the weather at the park. I was told to watch out for weird figures by someone before this. A car following us turned into a sarcophagus and then somehow I just died. Then I woke up.

I apologize for the long story here, but do these things mean anything?

Example: How would you edit this chapter? word it, or even correct it if you feel the need to?

Chapter One – The Funeral

"He's here, He will always be". I convinced myself, knowing he was not able to hear me. It was twilight. The diffused light on the horizon reflected in the lake next to my town. It was going to rain. The puffy clouds started huddling around the sun as they refracted its light in the cold atmosphere. I had been warned. My mother asked me to take my coat as I headed towards the front door, but I did not; I knew I would be drenched anyway. "Tears symbolize our weakness" I claimed, so the rain could be an adequate explanation for my soggy sweater. I leaned my back against his coffin. Fiddling with the wreaths my family had decorated his tombstone with. I tore the petals off the roses contemplatively as each one resembled any year I had been with him. "He will never be forgotten" I mumbled to myself. I ran my fingers across the engraved words on his marbled coffin. "Billy –Clark".

I felt a sort of thick air blowing through my veins and freezing my blood. I pulled my hand away instinctively, and stared at the acronym that was engraved as deeply into the marble as his full name was. R.I.P. Telling me what I refused to know. Billy was dead. There was no more Billy. My cheeks absorbed the tears that had been rolling down as I said his name. "I shouldn't be crying" I hissed to myself aggressively. Those tears reminded me the first time I had cried. Billy had been only a child at the time, and I, as usually, defended him. "You're a true friend" he'd said and patted me on the shoulder. I still could feel his hand there. It was like it'd happened yesterday. He had glazed at me and laughed so loud that the rice he'd chewed could easily be noticed in his mouth. "What?" I had said, and turned away as I noticed his food had not been swallowed yet. "Since when did you cry?" he'd asked, following the tear I had forgotten to wipe off. I'd pulled out the sleeve of my shirt to absorb it, and said (still using it to hide my expression) "I'm not crying. Something must have stuck in my eye…" Billy had not bought it, but it'd been so improbable that he shook his head and squinted at the next tear that appeared in the corner of my eye. "It's okay Ethan. What are you crying about?" He had hissed as he knew it would make me embarrassed. I'd pushed up the sleeves; there had been no reason to deny it anymore. "Nothing really" I had lied.

I did not even remember why I'd cried. I just had. Billy hadn't tried to convince me to tell him. It had been pretty reasonable, because if making me admit had taken him almost two hours, knowing it would probably have taken him four. He had never known it. I hadn't thought he should. It'd not bothered him. We had just stayed what we always were. Friends. No. Not just friends. We'd been best friends. I hadn't known what it meant. Thinking if friend was more than an acquaintance. A best friend should be more than a friend-according to this theory. "What is he trying to say" I'd asked myself, knowing I could not answer it. It had always been more than just a friendship to me. A way more than that, fondling the shoulder Billy had patted me on. It'd felt weird. It had been like I enjoyed him touching me. "Stop it! You don't!" I'd convinced myself, and pulled my eyebrows together in anger, trying to ignore that feeling. "This is not normal!" I had reminded myself, looking around for an "Out of sight" place. The bathroom had seemed to be the only place secluded. Turned out it'd been full too. "God Damn it" I had hissed, clutching my hands into fists and hit the shoulder. I hadn't cried. Not as much as I had when Billy stood in front of me. "It must be because of what Billy said" I'd guessed. Billy had died before I could even think of a way to tell him what I felt.

"I'm sorry Billy" I said. My tears percolated down through the cracks in the marble, wishing he would be able to see them now.

It was midnight. "I will be back tomorrow" I hissed, and threw the rose I had been fiddling with at his coffin. He stood there, not moving an inch- waiting. I could hear it. The voice I had always recognized and responded to in any case, marching through the fire for, or even jumping off a cliff into the bottom of hell. It was him. Had it just been a dream? I wondered as my back faced his coffin. If he was really alive. What was I doing in the cemetery? I turned around and started following the sound of his voice. Maybe it was all in my mind? I asked myself doubtfully. There was the same volume in my both ears. I could not use them to find its source. The voice went louder as I approached his coffin. The odds of him being alive were ninety nine percent. "Closer" the voice commande

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