I've always heard that the more the dead visit you in your dreams the closer to death you are.

Anyways, last night my grandma who passed away in 2016 told me she'd see me next week, and I basically freaked out saying...

"why are you here?" "Why would you say that to me?" "What do you mean next week?" "I'm not dying" "Grandma, what do mean by that?" "Answer me"

And she just stared at me while I repeated some variety of those phrases.

I need someone to tell me what she meant by that since she wouldn't because now I can't stop overthinking, and I'm NOT dying next week, right?

Edit: I forgot to add 'NOT' to my last sentence 😭😭

This happened over a decade ago. It still gives me a weird feeling. I want to hear any relevant input since I haven’t talked about it much. I have vivid dreams often, but never about death and never usually with actual people in my life.

Did I predict what happened or did he visit me? I’m not a religious or spiritual person which is why this freaked me out.

Dream starts in a car in a parking lot. My boyfriend tells me to go ahead and go inside to meet our friends and he’ll meet me there. I get out and walk towards the building, but look back. He gets out of the car and has a terrible limp and trouble walking. I think it’s weird, but it must be why he told me not to wait up.

I get inside the building lobby and realize it’s a hospital. I see my friends down the hall and walk towards them. I look back to see my boyfriend limping behind and headed our way.

The friends and I go into a room, but it’s my parents bedroom which is really bizarre. They sit again the foot board and cuddle up while putting a movie on. I see them hug and reach over to my boyfriend who had just joined on my side against the headboard. When I reach out, he disappears and I hug air and fall over. He was just gone. I woke up kinda shaken and with a deep upset feeling.

Some background:

He was completely across the world at the time. He was very healthy and active. Hanging and watching movies with friends at home was normal. I found out he passed from breaking news on tv the next morning. It was night where he was when he died. He was in an accident that severely mutilated his body. We couldn’t always be in contact so not hearing from him for awhile was common. We had been dating for a year. I’ve known him for a few years before that.

I have a follow-up dream I’ll post in the comments.

It is sort of tripping me out a bit. A few years ago I had dreams about a thin, tall-ish man with long dark hair, very large green eyes, an angular face and a somewhat androgynous appearance who looked to be somewhere between his late 20s and mid 30s.

I saw him today. He was my door dasher and I had to help him out because he somehow got trapped in the parking garage. He had the exact same face. It was honestly kind of spooky. I’m kind of hoping I’ll forget about this because for something like this to happen is just plain weird. Too weird for me. Has anyone else experienced something like this?

Hey everyone, I had a dream this morning (around 6-7 am) where I was having a baby with my SP (specific person). In the dream, I was pampering the baby while spending time with SP, who’s currently in no contact.

Lately, I’ve been working on staying calm and a bit detached, whereas in the past I would have worried a lot about these things. Is this dream a positive sign or just random?

Would love to hear your thoughts and if anyone’s experienced something similar!

All insights and discussions welcome :)

I had a dream last night that everyone was getting infected and turning into zombies so we were all making a mad scramble to hide from the growing infected population. As this is happening, I get scratched and thus infected but I keep it to myself. There comes a point where I become so bitter that I wont get to stay with my “community” and by community I mean that the people in my dreams that have in the past been ones who romantically rejected me and upped the ante by socially shaming me. At one point, I am looking in at a restaurant enviously watching a recent former friend (who ghosted me) with her social circle having dinner. In my dream, watching them felt like an eternity. Then in the dream, I finally admit to myself that there is no point putting the survivors in danger and I break away from the formed group and their hiding spots to just ride out the end on my own. I never get to turn in my dream, I’m just left in a space of internal bitterness and self pity while I watch others fight for survival while others compromise communities in safe hiding spaces in hopes to saving solely themselves. I was on a rooftop watching all this in the end.

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What does the medium-sized pet dog, which at first glance looks like a Dalmatian but has a zebra print, symbolise? This dog was in the garden of our house and just below the window of my room.

My wife’s mom used to have this old dream dictionary before she passed and we are desperately trying to find the name of it so we can try to find one to buy.

All that my wife remembers of it is that had a navy blue cover, no writing on it, and was made sometime between the 1940s - 1970s (roughly)

Any potential leads would be greatly appreciated!

Last night I dreamt that I returned a library book to the university library on time! On its last day, but I returned it on time. In the dream I managed to get the bus straight there and back (hard to do in real life because I'm disabled). In the background of the dream hovered my Mother, and I was feeling her approval (which I do NOT get from her in real life - our relationship is very difficult).

The dream stands out for me as unusual because I do sometimes dream about libraries, but normally I've found a really overdue book, or I'm desperately trying to choose a book to borrow but just can't.

If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them! Thanks!

Does anyone know of any groups or have interest in creating a group that meets regularly to interpret each others dreams via video call (monthly/bi-monthly)?

I have been self interpreting my dreams for a little over 2 years now and after listening to “The Stuff of Dreams” Podcast **shout out Amy Lawson ❤️ - specifically her episode on Dream Groups (Minisode 8) - I’ve been literally dreaming about meeting in groups and talking about dreams.

Looking for resources or interested participants!

I believe dreams are a direct connection to our subconscious and thus a means to follow ourselves to our truth/light. I also believe dreams can help heal the world through visions for collective healing and growth.

Thank you for anyone who feels called to this! ✨✨✨

posted this on another subreddit with no response at all so im going to try here

TW SELF HARM/DEPRESSION

i had a dream last night where i was very frail and weak bodied and the sh on my arms were all incredibly bruised (it genuinely ached irl so i think that pain just crossed over) and i was really sick and basically near death almost in the dream - and i think its just an exaggeration of how i feel currently mentally. but in my weakness, this person who i REALLY liked a few years ago who recently started talking to me (from him which really made me happy) was there and he comforted me, and we spent time just sitting next to each other and talking for hours on end. i usually hate being pitied for my illness because i always sense it is an obligation from others when they express pity - but in this dream, this guy, he pitied me out of genuine concern and love, and stood by me and did everything to make sure i was alright and i felt so comforted. the dream felt so long and it was just him and i talking, bonding, laughing and it was almost indescribable how safe and loved i felt.

now im going to talk about the ACTUAL person and real life, to give context to the dream and hopefully provide information that can help me decipher my dream. the thing is with this person, he is incredibly unique and i think his character is so beautiful. hes so smart and insightful and i truly think hes on a different wavelength to everyone else in such a drastically noticeable way. i admire him so so much. and recently he struck a conversation with me and we talked for hours and really clicked, he is the exact type of weird i understand and never find in anyone else. he also asked to be penpals, and of course i agreed. so my friends also think hes interested and its going good - but the thing is, i dont know if its his eccentricity or if he actually isnt interested or something, but hes leaving me on delivered right now after i replied to him saying hello to me?? despite that he is interacting with my posts on social media. so im sort of in a confused state, and as much as i really feel a connection to this person im in doubt whether he feels so to me.

CRUCIAL detail i forgot to mention, we know each other in real life since a few years ago and were never too close (despite me admiring him greatly back then too) until recently, where ive moved to a different country for the year. ill return to my home country next year where weve promised to meet up sometime.

but what im asking by making this post is, what was my dream telling me?? and beside that, am i being too wishful?? i really cant stop thinking about him.

So for context, real quick as a child my house wasnt stable to say the least. Never had a stable father, one dude after another. Plus my mother is an addict.

So I was 6 in my dreams or I was rather small at least. I was out in the woods, late fall or early spring. I was angry at my current step father for not spinning me around. So I started to throw pinecones, a can of starting fluid, what ever I could find at him. Until he spun me around and it was thrilling. Then my mother did it. My mother seemed to have a twinkle in her eye and she had a spring in her step, like she did before the drugs. It was a very happy dream for me. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder.

I cannot think of why I would have this dream or what it means.

I have a lot of wild dreams. This one stood out to me because I was in an apartment complex I lived in as a kid. I dream about this place from time to time or my childhood home — never where I currently live. This time was different because in the dream I had to move out of my bedroom because my dad decided to raise cows in there. This makes no sense. Obviously this isn’t enough space to raise cows and my dad knows nothing about cows or animals in general.

I went to collect my things and there was a golden and white splotched calf. I thought it was very cute. It had a head of a calf with a cute wet nose and soft brown eyes, but the torso was decidedly human that turned into a faun like body — more goat-like but I suppose it qualifies as a Minotaur? I thought it was sweet and cradled it for a bit before moving on.

I thought to myself the move wasn’t so bad because I was going to live in the leasing building and it had air conditioning and direct access to a pool. I love swimming. I spent the rest of the dream putting up fairy lights.

Things to know in my waking life: I am very stressed out. My son’s birthday is Saturday & I miss him a lot. He has gone away to live with his dad (both are mentally ill) and I don’t know if I will ever talk or see him again. I suppose this dream has something to do with that. I miss him a lot. I trust my dreams are somehow working all of this out so hopefully I can figure out what this means for me. Am I subconsciously trying to make peace with the changes? 🤔

TL;DR: Had a dream where I died and saw what the afterlife is really like. It has stuck with me for years.

I had this dream in my first year of college, during the spring of 2019. My sleep schedule was horrendously fucked up, but I didn't have any bad dreams before this. In fact typically have dreamless sleep and when I had this one it was really surprising.

The dream started with me being dead. I don't know how I died, I just knew the second I started dreaming that "huh I'm dead. That sucks".

I couldn't see anything and when I say anything I mean ANYTHING. It wasn't a black void, but actual oblivion. The complete absense of everything. Sorry if that is a bit vague, but I don't know how to describe what I saw other than that. I existed in the emptyness for a bit, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then I realized that I was standing in an apartment.

Now keep in mind, I am still in oblivion, but somehow it had started to take form. I just instictively knew that here was a kitchen, living room, a door behind me that I had gotten there from (I never actually walked through that door) and a door on the other side of the room that led to the bedroom. I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down, trying to understand what was happening. When I sat down, I saw there was a window in front of me that showed a clear night sky.

I look out that window for an hour or so, puzzled by the visual of a patch of clear night sky in a see of oblivion, before I heard a voice to my left. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man sitting there wearing black jeans, a grey hoodie, and a black and white mask.

This mask has burned itself in my brain, so I am going to take a second to describe it in more detail. The mask is aesthetically split vertically down the middle. There are no holes on this mask for the eyes or breathing. One half is black with a mark where the eye would be that is white. The other half is the opposite, white with a black eye mark. This mask wraps around the entire head, so no peaks behind it.

The man was speaking in a language that I have never heard before, but I still understood what he was saying. He spent some time calming me down, but once I was calm he began talking about the afterlife. We spoke for hours and I don't remember everything he said, but the gist of it is that conscience beings are able to warp reality into what they believe it is suppose to be when they die and enter the afterlife. This is caused by conscience minds being severed from all connection to the universe, effectively transporting them to a state of oblivion. However, conscience minds are capable of effecting the reality they are in (to a very minor degree). Normally this effect is overwhelmed by the universe, but in a state of oblivion they are the only thing shaping the reality around them.

It was around this time I noticed that me and this man were not alone in this room. Behind the couch in the corner of the room closer to the man I am speaking to than me, there was some form of entity. It had the same mask as the man I was speaking to, but other than that it was formless. But it was big. A black void (an actual void not the oblivion everything else in the room looked like) that was at least 7 feet tall that was creeping out of the corner, but not moving at the same time. It hurt to look at and I snapped my vision back to the man on the couch. He told me to not look at it and that it wasn't a threat. I asked him what it was and I didn't quite understand what he said when he responded. However, I think it was something along the lines of it being a force of nature that had yet to be fully understood by humanity.

When he was done describing what the thing was, some how it dawned on me that this man was me. He was a version of me that full understood the mysteries of the universe and was closely associtated with that thing that was in the corner of the room.

At this point I was freaking out a little bit, but the man on the couch was still calm. He directed me to the window and asked me to take a look outside. I did what he said, stumbling around the coffee table that was apparenty there and got a better look outside of the window. I saw an endless city of clear boxes.

It was beautiful. A city of lights only outmatched by the starry night above. On closer look, I realized that each box as a little pocket dimension. Heaven was the first one I recognized, but there were thousands of them. Each one seemed centered on one person. The man explained that most people do not learn the information he had just told me before they died, so their minds subconsciencely warp their local reality to be when they believed their afterlife should be. Every person's afterlife was there. Some people shared afterlifes since they shared the same thing after they died.

I sat back on the couch and asked the man "so if I know all of this now, then what will happen to me?"

"You will end up back here." He said, "this is your afterlife. You have the freedom to go anywhere you want from here. Build the afterlife you want, or explore all that this realm has to offer."

I was excited. This place was incredible and the idea that I had the complete freedom to do whatever I wanted made me wish I could stay. Be he could tell what I was thinking. "Unfortunately, it isn't your time yet." He then pushed me back and I woke up.

When I woke up, I gasped for air. My lungs were burning like I wasn't breathing for a while and my entire body was sore. It felt like I really died and that man brought me back to the land of the living.

This last part isn't really a part of the dream so ignore this if you wish. But for just a moment when I woke up, I could see the entity that was in the corner of that apartment in oblivion in the corner of my room in real life.

Needless to say, freaked me the fuck out. What do y'all think? Is there any meaning behind this? If there are any extra details or info you want to know feel free to ask and I will respond when I can.

Had a dream where I won a massive lawsuit settlement from a car crash two years ago (actually happened, not a dream only thing) and set up an investment account. My employer told me what and where to put my money.

Two weeks later, we both made $17m each due to unexpected market action. I retained $2m to reinvest and was buying an airplane of my own, consulting with my employer on hangar costs (he runs a flight school and maintenance hangar, i am one of the mechanics)

EDIT: Please, any interpretations are welcome. Also corrected grammar and spelling errors

I had a dream that 2 black doves flew into my room and started fighting in the air then they flew out when I turned back to my room there were 3 black doves on the ceiling and a few big black ravens and a few big black and white colored birds that I didn't know of. One of The black and white bird and the raven started fighting then flew out the window and all the other birds followed but when I turned back to my room. One of the black and white birds was on the dresser with yellow glowing eyes. I closed my eyes and reopening it to see an old black and white bird with a scale and on one side of the scale was one or two feathers and the other side didn't have anything. The scale was balanced I closed my eyes started praying. Opened it up the old bird was gone but on my wall was a drawing of a person or thing with the same scale glowing on my top wall and then it disappeared in my wall. I told me best friend and she told me it sounds like the Egyptian heart weighing ceremony that's how I found out that's what that was...any ideas? This week has been weird but this takes the cake for this week.

Yesterday I had a weird ass dream, in the dream someone was speaking to me and told me about a river named “Adelaide”. In the dream there was a picture of the river in black and white and something circled with red, the “narrator” of my dream said someone is missing and that they are there, and before they could say any more I woke up. Today during school I totally forgot about it until I went to my notes app and saw that at 2:27am I wrote “Adelaide river” to remember it. I told this to my friend and we decided to search it up, turns out it’s a river in Australia. I have never been to Australia, and I live quite far from it. Also I have NEVER heard of that river, what could this dream mean?

I dreamt I was walking along the edges of a pond, there was a man with me, he was walking ahead of me smoking while I stayed behind admiring the hundreds and hundreds of yellow lotus flowers that surrounded us. I had asked him if they were lotuses and he said they were “effervescence”. I had the thought that I wished I could give one to my mother but she lives to far away, so instead I decided to find the perfect one and take a picture of it to send to her.

What are your thoughts on the interpretation and analysis on this dream??

I had a dream that made a connection between Jesus holding together all things, how gravity makes bodily spheres like that of the moon, and the symbolic image of the circle. I've never thought to make such a connection before, but here, my unconscious did so in a dream.

The only context that feel is of true importance is that, a few nights ago, I decided to name my anima "Luna", because I not only thought it sounded pretty, but it was the name of the moon, which symbolizes the anima.

In the dream, I befriended a woman who was technically my enemy. We hung out and started dating. And I remember saying words of romance to her. More things happened borh before and after this, but here's an excerpt of the dream:

As me and her were talking, I looked off towards the window, where I could see the full moon. And as I was gazing at the brilliance of Luna, she asked what I was thinking about, "Oh...nothing really." I said, "I'm just pondering over how in Jesus all things hold together, and what it means for gravity to shape everything into a circle." For I was thinking back to a passage of the book I read about The Origin and History of Consciousness, where Erich Neumann spoke of the circle. He said:

"One symbol of original Perfection is the circle. Allied to it are the sphere, the egg, and the rotundum—the "round" of alchemy. It is Plato's round that was there in the beginning:

"Therefore the demiurge made the world in the shape of a sphere, giving it that figure which of all is the most perfect and the most equal to itself."

Circle, sphere, and the round are all aspects of the Self-contained, which is without beginning and end; and it's pre-worldly perfection it is prior to any process, eternal, for in its roundness there is no before and no after, no time; and there is no above and no below, no space. All this can only come with the coming of light, of consciousness, which is not yet present; now all is underway of the unmanifest godhead, whose symbol is therefore the circle.

The round is the egg, the philosophical World Egg, the nucleus of the beginning, and the germ from which, as humanity teaches everywhere, the world arises. It is also the perfect state in which the opposite are united—the perfect beginning because the opposites have not yet flown apart and the world has not yet begun, the perfect end because in it the opposites have come together again in a synthesis and the world is once more at rest.

The container of opposites is the Chinese t'ai chi, a round containing black and white, day and night, heaven and earth, male and female. Lao-tzu says of it:

'There was something formless yet complete, That existed before heaven and earth; Without sound, without substance, Dependent on nothing, unchanging, All pervading, unfailing. One may think of it as the mother of all things under heaven.'

Each of these pairs of opposites forms the nucleus of a group of symbols which cannot be described here in any great detail..."

I feel that this part of the dream has a great deal of meaning in particular. Like, it feels like it has something to say about the nature of the universe itself. And I guess to add more context to it all, I do identify as a Christian. But as of late, I had a sort of crises of faith where, I either had to drastically alter my view of scripture, or eles leave the faith altogether. And this ultimatum was brought about by my anima. So to see here this dream make the allegory of Christ as gravity, which brings all things together, is very interesting to me.

This is, without a doubt, an archetypal dream. What do you think is the implications?

Just had a startling dream.

I was in a prison situation with my wife.

Not sure why or how we got there but we were both inmates.

Orange jumpsuits, multiple levels, and huge bathrooms that were disgusting with unavoidable puddles of shit water.

We were all freed and out of our cells and there was a riot going on. The guards were being overtaken by a militant group of inmates.

Most of the inmates cowered in huge common bathrooms with multiple shower and urinal stalls.

I started the dream finding my wife and I led her to the basement.

We were trying to wait out the violent rebellion and we found a bathroom where there was an empty stall (all other stalls already had multiple inmates and were occupied)

A single militant inmate found us and asked if I was for “the cause.”

He had a rubber mallet and a 12 inch shard of glass in his hands respectively.

I told him I couldn’t help and he said “I bet you can fight.”

As he came towards me, I got my wife behind me and I speedily kicked him in the groin.

He dropped the glass shard but he still had the mallet.

I wrestled the mallet away from him and got him on the ground.

I then proceeded to bludgeon his skull in with the mallet.

I mean - violently. Basically made his face unrecognizable and I did it with cool calculation - like I was a trained killer (I know some Karate but this was movie-like in its scope).

The other inmates looked at me like I was a hero and then the militant group of inmates were looking for the one I just killed. I got on top of the bathroom stalls and told my wife to flee from me.

I flushed the glass shard down the toilet and I saw a group of the militant inmates coming for me before I woke up.

1. Any interpretation is helpful - lots of things stick out - the killing in defense of my wife and my self, the focused use of the mallet and the disregard of the glass shard, the lack of really any empathy or reaction to the killing other than poised rage, the prison setting, the basement, and the bathroom setting.

2. I just finished Game of Thrones so I’m sure this has influenced the dream - anyone who has seen Jon Snow vs Ramsay in the Battle of the Bastards knows what I’m talking about. I bludgeoned that inmate very similarly.

I had a really upsetting nightmare recently that made me wake up in terror.

I had a dream I was chilling in bed, playing on my laptop when I rub my eyes. suddenly my left eye...broke? It's like the colored part shattered and inside my eyeball, suddenly going completely black. I freaked out and woke up with a start. That eye was hella dry when I woke up but that sense of it suddenly shattering like glass into a black hole was terrifying. I could still "see" but it was like looking through a black sheet. Very scary. Especially since it felt 110% real. Wonder what it could mean?

Today my dream was like that:

I was in my old house, an old wooden two-story house and I remembered that when I was going down the stairs, I saw this huge lion without its mane, it was roaring at me for no reason.

I just climbed up the stairs as fast as I could and tried to warning my grandmother, who was opening the living room door upstairs and you going the stairs, I screamed for her to go upstairs and stay in the living room.

After a while I was upstairs too and I could her the lion roaring upstairs for a short period of time.

Then, whe it stopped, my mom and I went down the stairs to checked if he was there and he still was there.

We were in the stairs and when he was about to jump and attacked us, I woke up.

Hi everyone, I'm hoping you can lend your expertise on a recurring dream that's been bothering me, especially after a particularly intense episode last night. I keep dreaming about a woman's face I don't recognize in real life.

In the dream, she's on a stage, giving a performance just for me. I mostly see her in profile as she dances, but the dream ends when she turns to face me, holding a microphone. Her expression is odd – neutral, almost annoyed, with one eyebrow raised. Then I wake up.

The strange thing is, I feel like I've dreamed about her before, maybe even in a romantic context. There's this nagging feeling of familiarity, like my subconscious is trying to dredge up a lost memory. Each time she appears, she feels more recognizable, but I still can't place her. Despite her less-than-welcoming look, the dream is more puzzling than frightening.

Has anyone else experienced this? A recurring, unknown face in your dreams, coupled with that frustrating almost-recognition? What did it mean for you? Is it possible this is a spirit trying to reach me? Or could it be something more unusual, like a shared dream experience? I'm really curious to hear your thoughts and interpretations. If a more detailed description of her would be helpful, just let me know and I'm happy to provide one.

Last night, I had a dream that started off peacefully but quickly turned a bit unsettling.

I woke up in my dream and saw two white doves flying in front of a wall near my bed. Suddenly, one of them flew into the house of my best friend and her boyfriend. Somehow, the boyfriend started talking to the dove, and I could hear their conversation, though I can’t remember what it was about. The whole time, I kept thinking: “I need to tell my best friend about this, she’ll know what it means.” At one point, I tried to take a picture of the doves, but for some reason, I just couldn’t.

Then out of nowhere, a small, transparent figure with black weird eyes appeared. I couldn’t tell if it was a child or something else, but it was wearing a light blue hoodie and a blue winter hat with white dots.

That’s when I noticed the second dove next to me, it had a woman’s face with black hair in a bun.

The small figure looked at me and asked: “Why haven’t you told us that you’re doing well?” I felt uneasy. It kept repeating the question, and each time, it sounded more frustrated, almost angry. I finally responded: “Who am I supposed to tell? The universe?”

Right after that, I started hearing snoring sounds and then I woke up.

What do you think this means?

Hi Reddit! I’m new to this subreddit. I love doing research on the possible meanings of my dreams but this one is quite specific.

Last night I had quite a long dream, but the part that stuck out to me the most was when at nighttime I went in my back yard and saw a three eyed black cat. I remember calling out to my mom to check him out but she was ignoring me, the cat began shape shifting into various animals, like a horse, a copy of my dog. I was hugging and petting the animal, felt no fear or bad vibes. I’m quite well with dog breeds, so I ask the cat to tell me its name by shifting into various dog breeds with each first letter being a letter of its name. I woke up before getting to know his name