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Dreams of the World
I know this is a little hard to understand, but it is
exactly how I wrote it when I woke up. It is a dream in
I placed a poem I wrote by the step underneath my door.
I knew the grandfather walking by misunderstood me.
I had a garden. It wasn't really on my property, but
that's okay, they planted on mine. At least they asked this
time. My garden was only made of a few weeds, while theirs
was made of beautiful flowers, but my weeds were beautiful
and they were mine.
We, strangers, played piano to their brilliance in the
house of a stranger. We shouted out the words. The woman
who owned the house came in. She shrieked. Her baby fell
out of her womb and landed on its head. They fled. She's
decided to sue. Her baby with the swelled head sits and
stares into space. The scar stands out on its forehead.
I tried to follow my double down a winding road, but
the police stopped me. I said, "Why are you trying to
Do you really think you can handcuff me?" I continued to
follow the girl. She turned me back and showed me the
error of my ways. And kept walking. The policeman quietly
slipped the handcuffs around my sprouting purple wings.
I stepped away unscathed and flew up into the blue sky
while a barbershop/saxophone tune played in the background.
As I said, it's rather confusing - more what I was
thinking during the dream rather than the actual dream. But
then, isn't that more important?
I was at the university were I am studying, but not in my
ordinary institution. I was sitting in front of a computer
near stairs. A girl came by to show me the way out. There
was no door so I would have to climb out through a window.
I am lady with curves so I was a little bit concerned about
getting out through that tiny little hole. Next to where
I was sitting was a closet with closed doors with yellow
stickers on them.The girl said that inside where eggs and
chickens.It was warm inside so that they could hatch. That
explained why there was no door out. It would be too cold...
I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt I was working as
a taxi driver in a strange town. I had to rely on the map
quite a bit. I got by ok on my first day. On my second day
my husband came with me and I found it harder to drive and I
took a wrong turn, but I did a three point turn and got back
on the right road. The next scene was we were in a
restaurant having a meal and I looked out of the window and
saw a man, a woman and two children on a sloping roof about
6 stories above the ground. The children started fighting
and they slipped, I screamed, oh no, and rushed out of the
restaurant yelling, call an ambulance now, quickly. I ran
to the little girl, laying on the ground when I got up to
her I saw she was a wooden doll and had lost her legs. Her
eyes kept closing I felt it was important to keep them open.
I held her hand and told her to try to keep awake and help
would be here soon. The man was still on the roof he was
going to commit suicide, I was in a dliemma about how to
break his fall when my daughter (in real life) woke me up.
I was walking on some street when I came to a sign. The sign said "Welcome to Chicago"..which weird, because I live in California. All of the sudden, I had a skate board and I rode on it down this hill. Then I was in one of my class rooms. The teacher said something to me then I left. Then I was riding down the street on my skateboard, when I came to a Chicago suberb. I was going really fast on this thing and I thought "slow down" and it did. I was in the suberb area for a long time and then I came to another city with lots of brownstones. Then a sign said "Welcome to Boston". I was in Boston for a while, and then I came to another suberb area. Another hill came up and I started to go really fast again. Usually, I would think "stop" or "slow down", but this time it didn't work. This time, it kept going faster and faster, and I hit the gravel on the side of the road. After I hit it, I felt myself rise up like a feather, and I made myself stand up again....What does this mean??
I am in a house with my father and the house catches fire.
I tell my dad to hurry and get his things and we go to
another house which also catches fire. This happens over
and over again. Many of my dreams I can figure out but not
this one. Can you help? Thanks.
I have had two very powerful dreams in the last two weeks about my son.
In the first, he is being put to death by lethal injection. I can't attend
the "execution" and am besieged with guilt. In the dream, I see the number
35.7, and think that's the milligrams of drug in the injection. My daughter
apparently attends the execution, and I feel a little better
because our family is represented. In the second dream, it is after the
execution. I am supposed to fill out this paperwork regarding
the execution. I am writing on some form, and have to write the number
35.7 again as the amount of the drug. My daughter is there
helping me to fill out this form. I woke up upset with a start.
I have had occasional pre-cognitive dreams, and this one scared me a bit.
Please help me interpret- I'm at a loss.
My husband and I had moved into a smaller house. When we
were unpacking, I heard many neighbors talking of having to
lock their doors now. My husband did not here this and I
intended to tell him. Somehow, I had heard that a nearby
neighbor (behind us, but an acre+ away) had the same last
name as my grandmother's maiden name. I wanted to meet him
and see is we were related. Then we met someone (maybe a
sheriff?) who said that this man was "big trouble". He had
a record of raping a 12 year old girl and was also into
alcohol and drugs. I then realized that the neighbors were
locking their doors because of him and not us. I remember
traveling places in a station wagon. Every time, we would
end up in a ditch, surrounded by snow. We always got out.
I also remember sleeping in the car with my husband, and
the other man (bad one) was also there. My husband was
sleeping and I wanted to sleep, but was afraid. The man who
was in the front seat was touching my arm and caressing me.
I was scared and trying to discretly waken my husband. I
woke (in reality) as my husband's elbow nudged me. I was
startled because of the situation in the end.
What does this CRAZY dream mean????
In this dream I found myself sitting before a large oak
that was a man, we were talking about, what, I don't know
or don't remember. His skin was dark and like supple bark
and he was very, very old. In the dream it seemed that we
talked for days about important things and I was extremely
content and never wanted to leave his presence, but when
I woke I couldn't remember what was said and had the nagging
feeling that I needed his words to do something important
in my life.
About 7 years ago I began to listen to subliminal tapes before I fell asleep. My dreams concentrated around a donut shaped device with a light blue haze around it. I'm 24 now and haven't listened to the tapes for about 5 years. Recently, the dreams about the "device" has surfaced again with a twist. After I view this device, I am having oral sex with a woman whose face I can't see. I find these dreams interesting because I'm a physicst and within the past few weeks my work has taken a drastic change. I now find myself researching space and the universe, it seems that these dreams are leading me to new ideas about the cosmos.
I have three. One I have been told is a state and not a dream. The state I experience is one of not being able to wake up my body. My mind will awaken in a half-dream, half-awake state in which I am somewhat concious of my surrounding but hallucinating. The phone will ring during this state and I will try to awaken to answer it but discover that I can't move my body, it feels like lead.
It usually happens twice or three times a year and usually when taking a nap (but not always). Do you know what causes this?
I also dreamt one night that my mother and I were in a car and it went over a bridge into water.
She drowned but I did not. She also had the same dream that very night and in it she had drowned
as well. It's been 8 years and we are both still alive.
About 3 times a month I dream of houses. In these houses (not always mine) there are many rooms
connected to other rooms. I marvel at the space and try to choose the room with the most light.
There is very rarely any furniture in these rooms. Last night's dream was one in which I found
a very large room with not a lot of furniture in it in the house were are in presently. What
does this mean?
Thanks a lot,
I am surrounded by white. I hear a constant humming noise,
this noise nevers varies in pitch. I see my father falling
asleep, then waking up suddenly, falling asleep and waking
up suddenly, I am very upset by this. I also at some points,
see a person ( I think it's a man) in a doorway. I cannot
see any features, it's as if he is only a shadow with light
behind him. The noise won't stop and I want to wake up,
but I can't seem to get my eyes open.
This is a "bad dream" that has been reacurring since I was
eight years old. I am now 28. I had a pretty average up-
bringing and have always had a good relationship with my
parents and siblings. I haven't had the dream for about
five years and I have been married for the past two.
I can always remember the dream vividly and I get rather
bothered when I do.
The first time I had this dream, I was eight and it was in
the evening. The neighbor lady was attacked and raped by
an ex-husband that had broken into her home. I remember
the police searching for the man in our small neighborhood.
I also recall my mother holding both my arms and trying to
explain what was happening. She was upset, but tried to
stay calm, I think for my sake. She comforted me a little
later, as did my older sisters.
I am not sure why this dream repeats itself throughout my
life and why although I recieved agood explanation of the
events that night and comforting from my mother, why does
it still happen? I know that just thinking about this dream
is very upsetting. Any help would be appreciated.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I dreamed I had the baby and
it was a boy. However, the baby was about three inches tall and had a
full head of curly, dark hair. During the dream, the baby became lost
in a cold frying pan of grease. The pan was atop a stove in the kitchen
of a trailer (that was the impression I got during the dream). The was all
I could remember from the dream. When I had my baby, it did turn out to be
a boy, but he had blond straight hair, that later turned curly. When I was
pregnant with my second child, I dreamed the child was a girl (normal size).
This child got lost underneath a car, then the car began to move. I don't
remember anything after the car moving and the dreamed must have ended before
I found what happened to the baby girl. When the second child was born, it
was a girl. During both of my preganancies, I dreamed of having the child
several times. With each pregnancy, the sex of the child is what I dreamed
it to be each time.
I am one of the people who rarely remember their dreams.
Lately I have begun to remember my dreams with an increasing
regularity. In the most vivid of my dreams in the last 3 years,
I have run into an old girlfriend of mine. We decide that we
should try to mend our relationship, but it does not work our
This is a girl with whom I was her first love. I didn't
realize this while we were dating, but soon after. She meant
a lot to me at that time in my life, but I was not in love with
her. I have not seen her within the last 2 to 3 years, and
probably will not ever again. I have been single for a long
time and am curently going through a drinking spell (although
I had not had a drink the day of the dream.) Any help would
I am a leather bookmark, tan, smooth on one side, brushed on the other. I am in a UFO, parked in the side yard of a ranch-type home. The UFO begins to rise over the house and as it does, I am
able to see into the front window. I see a lady in a green polyester quilted housecoat sitting straight up on the sofa, asleep with her head tipped back. The scene shifts to the inside of the UFO which is grey,
featureless, and dimly lit. I am mildy curious as to why the aliens wanted a bookmark. I look around and across the room I see a book I had once been in.
I feel kind of happy there is "someone" there that I know. The book, however, acts like it doesn't know me. I think to myself,"That's all right. It's no big deal."
I feel the aliens are around somewhere, altho I can't see them. There is an air of anticipation.
I am behind some guy driving down the road. I am annoyed because he seems
to be going too slow. Suddenly, he pulls over onto the side - a grassy
hill on the left side of the road (are we on a one-way, or the wrong side
of the road) He pulls in behind se veral other cars already there. He
gets out and approaches a car surrounded by people. As I continue to
slowly move past the scene, I notice a man inside the car. Suddenly he
screams with a grief like I have never heard before. Everyone seems to be
trying to get to him to help him. I can now see the top of the hill, and
there is a chain link fence, a mini-mall or something behind that. In the
parking lot of the mini-mall, there appears to be the tattered remains of
a carnival like structure, and there is what looks like banners everywhere
on the ground, soaked with blood. So much blood. As I continue to pass
through the scene, I now see a white station wagon behind a tow truck, the
windshield of the wagon covered with a tarp, but blood visible anyway.
When I see the car, I immediately realize the reason for the man's
agonizing grief. It is his daughter that has died a terrible death here.
I am overcome with emotion and wake sobbing.
I know of no-one with a white station-wagon.
I have been dreaming about snakes practically every night for over a
month. This is quite strange because I never encountered snakes in my
dream prior to this time. The snakes in my dreams have never been
frightening. Instead, they have been intriguing. H owever, last night, I
dreamt that I was standing at the top of a stairwell. I was in someone's
kitchen, and I opened a door that led down to the basement. As I was about
to descend the staircase, i saw a huge rattlesnake at my feet. I wanted to
jump, but I knew if I moved too quickly the snake would bite. Instead, I
grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed the snake just as it bit my hand. Even
though the dream would have been terrifying in real life, it was not very
scary in my dream. I stabbed the snake twice, w ith two separate
pitchforks. I was really proud of myself. I showed the bite on my hand to
my boyfriend, and he sucked out the venom. I am curious to understand your
impressions of the dream.
I dreamed a fairy tale. A prince and his maiden girlfriend,
I think that the maiden was me, were running down a path in
a dark forest. They ran for what seemed like hours. They were
being chased by many swordsmen that the evil queen, the
prince's mother, had chasing them. Finally, as the swordsmen
were gaining on the two and were right on their heels, they
gave up and stopped. The evil queen appeared and the prince
told the maiden to go with her, that they would find each
other again later. The maiden went to the queen and the queen
wrapped her cloak around the maiden. Then the queen turned
into a silver metallic winged duck and the maiden turned into
a silver hen. With her wing wrapped around the maiden hen, the
two flew off while the swordsmen kept the prince waiting. Then
after they had had a headstart, the prince turned into a silver
rooster and I saw him flying through the clouds forever searching
for his maiden love. Then movie credits were rolling and I was
waiting for the cast of characters, I remember seeing "Silver
Rooster....." but dont remember who the actor was. I am not
going out with anyone right now so I dont think this is about
some guys mother trying to keep us apart. Could it be about
work, and the silver birds represent money, as in silver coins?
Or perhaps about my quest for Mr. Right?
I lived in a beautiful apartment in Prague. It had a courtyard adjoining
other apartments in the back. I was chasing a mouse. It was frustrating.
I discovered a lion in the living room. I realized it was a lion I was
chasing not a mouse! I was excited to find the lion and went to tell a
friend. I was running through cobblestone streets and out of the gates of
the city. I found myself in Egypt, near the Nile. I wanted a room for
the night. I went to a booking agent and he said there were no ro oms.
There was a plain looking mid 50's slightly overweight woman standing at
the desk (reminds me strongly of my mother). She overheard my
conversation with the agent and then offered me her place to stay. She
gave me the key and pointed towards the p lace. I went to find it. I was
by the bank of the Nile. There was a tidal wave coming, everyone was
running away - although not very frightened because this was an annual
natural occurence. My friend pulled me up on a bank just before the wave
hit. I was safe. I went to my room. It was very beautiful, peaceful and
simple. The walls were light blue. There were two smallish windows.
Through one I could see the full moon. The air was beautiful. The sun
had just gone down. I looked around the co rner of my window and
discovered my room was in the Sphinx. I could see her giant face above me.
I fell asleep with a very deep feeling that I was in just the right place.
I had this dream 10 years ago. The image has remained vivid.
I had a dream that I got into the shower and in the soap dish there
was a mini turtle. I ran out of the shower screaming. Meanwhile, the same
night my friend also had a a dream about mini turtles. I was wondering
what turtles in a dream mean and also what it means that we both dreamt
about turtles on the same night. We were not talking about turtles that
day because we thought back to see if we were.
I am dreaming of my cousin, she is naked and beautiful. We are
standing close together and I begin to kiss her breast, she is
surprised but lets me continue. We make love and we enjoy it even
though we are both in heterosexual relationships.
My dream started in a dimly-lit pink room. My aunt was with me (whom
I live with). A nurse came into the room and told her that I was pregnant.
My aunt started to cry. The next thing I knew, I was by myself in almost
total darkness, but knew that I was in some kind of forest, because I could
see leaves on the ground. I was in labour, and two good friends were with
me. I delivered the baby fine by myself. I held it and looked into its
eyes, they were extremely large, very almond-shaped, and glowing with a
beautiful white light. Right then, I knew what it was like to be a mother
and feel that need to care for a child. Suddenly, I needed to deliver the
placenta. I couldn't do it myself, and I asked my friends for help. They
helped me. They threw the placenta on the ground, and I looked at it. It
was very disgusting! The next thing I knew, I was at work. I was showing
my new baby to someone at work, who at the time was a love interest of
mine.We were talking through a glass barrier. For some reason, I couldn't
keep the baby wrapped up in a blanket, it kept disappearing and exposed
my baby's nakedness. Then I took the baby to my work locker and left ]
it in there, and went to go bag groceries. I could not stop thinking about
my baby, and how he must miss me.
It might help to know that my mother and I never got along, and she
always worked. Also, I've always felt that if I ever had a child, I might
raise the child wrong.If you could, please explain what the whole delivery
scene meant, if it had any meaning at all. Thank You! --Tina Witt
I have hiked down the sea cliff with my baby to play in the water. Pure
delight, sun shining. She floats easily. Then I remember leaving the house
ajar and I worry some intruder will take everything. I hike up, a gorilla
is in the bedroom. Gargantuan. He isn't stealing or hurting anything, but
he takes up almost all the space. Then, horrified, I remember the baby
is still in the water. I race back down, I look over the edge and the water
is full of gorillas splashing, a dozen or more. I'm afraid they have hurt
the baby. I can't see her. I find her under the water, and she comes up
laughing, as if she hasn't swallowed any water. Still worried, I make the
gorillas line up. I make them pretend to be handcuffed. They mind, look
meek. I feel relieved. I had this dream after I sent some short stories
for the first time to some literary magazines.
In my dream, my dearest friend, one who I have a deep connection to
appears at my parents home, where I am visiting with my infant son. She
and her sister have come along way to visit. They want to get gas for their
car, which is a green mini-van. My son and I get in the car to lead them
to a gas station. Suddenly, we are on a freeway (even though there is not
a freeway anywhere near my parents country home). There are tractor trailers
zooming by us on all sides, and then one of them starts to jack-knife.
One by one all of the trucks crash, with us watching with horror. I kept
saying over and over "It's not over yet, It's not over yet" as
another truck crashes. The van, unharmed, came to a stop amid all of the
ruins. The van and those of us riding in it where vividly colored, but
everything surrounding us was grey. We sat in the van waiting for help
to arrive. A woman came walking along the freeway. She stopped at the van
and said "It is done". I woke up at this point...can't shake
the feeling from this dream and it occured over two weeks ago.
Here is an interesting twist to the dream that I sent to the DreamWeavers
for analysis. I recently spoke with the friend that I mentioned in my dream.
It seems that she had a similar dream around the same time that I had my
"highway" dream. In her dream she was driving along in a green
jeep, rather than a minivan, and was watching cars on a lower level freeway
Syncronicity at work or what? I'm interested in your thoughts.
I had an odd dream this morning. I am a 29 year old male, who is very
aware of my spiritual side. The dream I had last night threw me for a loop.
I actually dreamed, this morning when my fiancee left for school early
in the morning, I dreamed I was a nun. I was in a basement. There was a
huge cross at my side. In my hand was a huge dagger; I was digging at the
basement wall, scratching the surface, digging a hole into the wall. The
hole was becoming larger. I remember a dark force coming for me at the
door. It was like a ball of dark powerful spiritual energy. I resisted
the energy, at first very scared. I found myself becoming more fragmented
as I resisted the energy. I instinctively knew that if I accepted the dark
force that I would become less fragmented. I relinqushed any resistance,
and faced the door and said, "You can not hurt me", and sent
out messages of love and acceptance. As the dark spiritual energy swept
through the room, I could feel my head and body spin. It was I was being
transported through a another state, my entire body was spinning in some
giro-force. I could feel my head and body tingling, and spinning. I awoke,
in a sweat. Why was I a nun, why not a priest?
I'm sinking in a deep body of water. I don't know whether I jumped in,
fell in or was pushed in. I keep feeling for the bottom with my feet so
I can push off to get back to the surface. I never reach the bottom. As
I struggle, my descent slows and finally stops. I swim desperately for
the surface and just as my lungs are about to burst, I reach it. As I am
finally able to inhale, I wake up. Can you tell me what this dream means?
I have a lot of dreams about ants. One of the most clear was a dream
in which my brother had somehow trained some ants to march around in formation.
They were farily repulsive and were crawling on my feet, but he liked them
and they were harmless so I tolerated it. But then this big horrible spider
showed up and started eating the ants; this was really scary, and he had
to eventually kill all the ants with insecticide to get rid of the spider.
The repulsive harmlessness of the ants and then the spider showing up are
common to all my ant dreams.
I am hiking with a group of people, we come to a rough river everyone
else jumps in and rides the currents although there are many sharp rocks.
I am frightened. I turn around and my husband John is there. He wraps his
arms around me and we go down the river together. We are safe. I had another
dream of the same content only this time our two daughters were there and
John helped bring us all to safety.
I am in the house with my husband and the dogs (a collie and a black
doberman/shepherd). The house is a white wooden house with two floors.
It is raining hard. I see a huge wall of water coming. It surrounds the
house, rising above the windows. I am frantic with worry about my dogs.
I know I can swim or hold onto something to stay afloat. I picture my dogs
in the water when it fills the house. I imagine my black dog going under
and drowning, his body floating dead in the water. I am distraught. I look
outside. The water has subsided. I know I have time to prepare so that
both we and the animals will survive...or do I imagine that after I wake
up? I wake carrying the image of my dog drowning. I feel awful.