Author Topic: Death-Related Dreams  (Read 5572 times)

I think it was cause of all those Lemony Snicket books. :D

now a days i just have the same dream over and over, i hold his head under the water untill the last little bubble breaks the surface with a light blup...........blup...

I had this dream where I was being killed by the Joker with gas, Slooooowwwwwwlllyyyyy...

sometimes i have a dream in black and white and then have it in color (in the same night)

sometimes i have a dream in black and white and then have it in color (in the same night)
Whoa, that's just like me. I TOO have dreams! :D


ok...
So I close my eyes then open them... I did not realize that I was dreaming
All of a sudden I felt my whole head melting but still lived through it. Then a few moments later I see a girl and I happen to know her!
help?


Nah I've seen other girls in dreams that happened to me before

I remember when I was about, 6 I dreamed about me and my family driving in our car too go too my grandads house which is very far away. There was a massive wood both sides of the road, it was also night time, the car for some reason broke down then me and my brother was talking too each other but he was giving me the Holy stuff! expression. We ask our mum and dad whats going on, when we looked at them they were just skeletons in clothes. I said too my brother Charlie "Come on we have too get help". So me and my brother started on our EPIC terrfying journey through the deep dark woods. We look back at our car and see some little girl looking at us, I whisper too my brother "run". And so he did, I eventualy catched up with him but when I did he was just standing there staring at something, I looked back at the car and the little girl was gone. I saw what my brother was scared stuffless of, there was a giant cross (like the one jebus was on)(Yes I know Jebus) with some half skinned guy with a matrix coat on and some vicor hat. Me and my brother carried on, we heard a noise behind us, it was the half skinned guy he had moved his head and it was facing us. He jumped down and I tryed too hold him of while my little brother ran, tears started too fall from my eyes from the thoughts of what my brother could be running into. I dont know why but I had some sort of dagger thing. So I stabbed the "thing" with it. It dident do anything, then I felt a rush of adrenalin rush through me, my hands turned red then I had the "force" if you like.
I randomly started too move my hands about and ended up tearing him apart. I ran too my brother and we found a house. I open the door without knocking and its my Grandad inside, we go in and he gives us hot chocolate and tomato soup, he tells us what thoes things were, he said the little girl lives in his basement and that she is my sister that died in birth, and the guy that I teard apart was the evil side of my grandad (wtf?). He made us some beds and we both went too sleep. And I suppose you could say we lived happily ever after?

I had a dream and I was spying on some dude and he was playing poker, then he looked directly at me, went downstairs and came out the door with butcher knife. I ran and got on my skateboard(i dont even know how to skateboard). Then i skateboarded really fast and he got in his car. He chased me and i fell, i just layed there thinking he would pass me. He got out of his car and Continued chasing me, i got up, then ran into the woods. I saw my cousin there and he was calmy walking, i asked him what he was doing there, He kept walking. then it started to rain, then it became pitch-black. At that point I couldnt see anything, I walked and bumped into something. It turned out to be car, Someone was in it and was staring at me, Its eyes started to glow. then i finally woke up. (I had helped my cousin with a very scary part on fear 2 that he couldnt get past.)

I dreamed that I was faith from Mirrors edge, Jason Voorhes chased me, forgot to jump, and splat!

I had a dream while we were studying about the Holocaust in school.

I was Jewish, and we got news we were being sent out, the only thing flashing through my mind was "I am going to die."

And now I too know, how the Jewish felt. I learned alot, but that trip wasn't worth my 8 hours. I don't recommend it.

This isn't really a dream, but it's weird:
I'm sitting in the kitchen watching TV (we have a TV in every room, yeah, it kicks ass.) and then I'm just zoning and not paying attention to my dad, and he comes through the LAUNDRY room, which is next to the kitchen, me, and the Dining Room, and I was like, "How'd you get here from there?" And he's like, "I was doing the wash." Then he's like, "How's school?" I said, "Oh, fine." Then I notice he's wearing a beige sweater. He walks into the kitchen, gets some cookies, then walks into the laundry room again. I wanted to go over to where he was to ask him, "Oh, by the way, could you wash this?" and he's not there.. So then I go into the living room, and he's lying on the couch watching TV, and he's wearing a red hawaiian shirt, and asleep..
I was like, WHAT THE forget.

Weird...


When I was young I was dreaming that my dad was killing me.
I actually respect my dad.
And no he doesnt hate me.