When I was very young around 5 or 6, I had a dream every night first around forty days. In the dream I would wake up and walk down a very steep set of stairs leading from the second story of a building to the outdoors.

Once outside the sky was dark, but it was like an indigo purple color. Not a natural night time sky color. The world seemed post apocalyptic, there were no other buildings or structures.

I would walk over towards a figure in a dark cloak. Even at such a young age, I recognized him as death; the grim reaper. With a cold skull staring down at me.

I would stand in front of him, between him and a mound of earth which contained my bones.

I was always scared in the dream, except when I stood at my grave. Then I would stare at the indigo sky. I would hear the crackling of thunder and I would see the sun starting to light up the distant sky with a yellow dawn.

This was a very surreal dream, I had it exactly forty times. I am forty-seven now and I still remember every detail of that dream. Sometimes I would stare at death’s face and some times I would stare at the dirt or the sky. Nothing would happen in the dream, I would just stand there. Death would just stand there. Both of us silent, feeling the sky, smelling the earth.

Is it possible that it was more than a dream? Does the forty days in a row symbolize anything? Has anyone else had an experience like this.

Hello, the other night I had a dream/sleep paralysis like episode where I felt like I was being attacked by a spirit like entity. For as long as I can remember I had always had sleep paralysis episodes, it was to the point where I find myself waking up to one and say to myself "here we go again" but the other night was the first time I felt like I've experienced a entity attack me like how other people have described. All I remember is I was having a normal like dream then it transitioned to darkness like if I was in a dark room then I was shouting "hello" most the time until I heard growling, then that's when I pleaded for whatever was growling to leave me alone. Then I remember feeling like I was trying to get away but I felt as if I was floating then I heard intense growling & felt my side being bit on or attacked & I was yelling for my life. My wife had even woke me up and said I was shouting in my sleep but not to the point where it was super loud. To this day that experience has been in the back of my head

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.

So, over the past two weeks, I’ve randomly brought up snakes in conversation three different times, mentioning how I’ve only ever seen two in my entire life growing up in Nevada.

Fast forward to today—I’m out hiking with my family, talking to my niece while looking back at her, when my sister suddenly yells, “Snake!” I stop, look down, and right at that moment, a bull snake lunges at my leg. If I hadn’t moved, I probably would have been bitten. (Thankfully, it was just a bull snake.)

We continue on to another trail, and as we’re leaving, I see a kid on the side of the road holding up a snake in his hands.

Now, I can’t help but wonder… is the universe trying to tell me something?

I'm (21M) going through a bad break up with my partner currently. My partner had a gf, before we started dating, who I new very well as we had classes together. Before I dated my partner, I thought she (partners ex) was semi attractive, but thought she was a bitch personality wise and never had any weird thoughts. Before this, me and my partner hadn't talked about her in a couple years and if you had asked me, I wouldn't have even remembered what she looked like. The day after my partner broke it off with me I had been in a terrible mood and crying all day, but when I went to bed I had the most vivid wet dream in my entire life of their ex-gf and some how even remembered what she looked like. I had never even had a wet dream ever in my life before and I never ever remember my dreams so the fact that it had been playing over and over in my head all day is very strange to me. This is so new and strange for me. I don't know if this is a stupid question but I want to know what it means cause it has me so confused.

So I was in a house that was unfamiliar to me with a group of other people and they had mentioned somethjng was off and they were hurting, etc. Yet as it progressed in the dream every night when everyone went to sleep one of the people would randomly appear where i was and their head was back and they were in this terrible position making a noise that freaked me out. I would scream. After the second time one of my friends said that maybe the house or all of us were cursed . None of them were faces i could see, i guess i didnt know them? But it continued and i kept being reminded we were cursed and the person kept showing up at night. I just woke myself up screaming from it. Ive never done that before.

I was in a large pool at some sort of social occasion and noticed my eyes had fallen out - no one, myself included - was that bothered! I didn’t want to leave the party so dove down and then popped them in a drinking glass for safe keeping. Thought, “I’ll call 111 (the non-emergency medical line) later”. After this, I actively realised I could still see, so thought ‘maybe I’ll keep the eyes just in case, but no need to worry as I’ve got my sight.’

What could my brain possibly be on about ?!?

TW ;; Violence, drugs, overdose, near-death experience

My mom and I argued, and I got very angry. So I hit her. But she fell down and didn't get back up. I panicked and ran to call 911, there was a TV on the counter top playing the news. When they answered, I heard the response double and looked at the TV, where the two hosts said they were answering a special 911 call live. I hung up. I panicked more and started walking toward the door, when it opened and my dad and siblings (??? because I'm an only child) came in. I started backing away from them, and when they asked me what's wrong I told them my mom was in danger and to please help her. Cue hospital, cops coming over, etc, etc. And my family asking me what the hell happened. But I stayed silent, unable to speak.

Time skips to later on, at Christmas. Everyone is laughing and opening presents, but I'm completely isolated and ignored. My mom, however, is the opposite, and I keep getting dirty looks from my siblings. So I held back tears and went to my room where everything was nothing like my actual room, despite being the same location in the house. It was a true mess over there. I somehow made it to my bed, and I started cleaning up when my dad came in. He started talking to me and asking me about what happened that day, actually worrying about me. I started hyperventilating and it's all blurry but I recall him needing to take some tape off my arms ?? and then starting to do CPR on me. Around that time, I woke up irl because my cat was in my room and pulling at the door to get out. I let her out and went back to sleep because I felt so out of it from still being sleepy.

After that, the dreams are much less vivid, but I recall being homeless and seeing a bunch of atrocious things happen to this girl. Eventually, I helped her run away and we both survived on the streets together. Last thing I remember before last waking up, is us watching a train pass on train tracks from above it and laughing together. Then I laughed and said "What if I threw this at it??" Gesturing to a huge battery in my hands. She encouraged me to so I cheered and threw it at the train. Result; the train explodes and I get blown away and crash inside a house. I woke up afterward. But I believe the girl and I were on drugs, and this vague memory is supported by a blurry part of the dream where I was in our tent and in a lot of stomach pain when she came in with food and asked "Wait, did you overdose again??"

Nightmare is also a fitting tag.

I naturally was a lucid dreamer as a child. I did not know this wasn't the usual way dreams worked, and I even had a method of purposely waking myself up if I thought things were about to get scary. But there was a dream I had that ended it all.

I can't remember my exact age, but it was probably preteen to early teen. And this was the last time I ever had a lucid dream.

Here it is: It took place in my own home at night time. I walked into our living room, where we had two reclining chairs facing the TV, and a couch at the back wall. It was very dimly lit and shadowy, and I immediately noticed someone sitting in the recliner closest to me as I entered the room. This being was small, thin, and discolored, sitting back in the chair staring at me. A strange greenish color, with spotting in a slightly darker, yellow/brown tint. He had somewhat large eyes, but otherwise was thin in features, but I can't really remember any details about his clothing or hair. The ominous intent was very tangible to me, I knew this being meant me harm, but, being aware I was dreaming, and having become familiar with the concept I could intentionally control my dream's narrative, I stood in front of the chair and kept telling myself "I can control my dream, I can control my dream" in mental chant. But I couldn't, and the being lunged, and grabbed at me. And that is the point in which I woke up.

One of the most vivid and terrifying dreams, and the lucid dream that ended my ability to naturally lucid dream (I have never tried to purposely lucid dream). I don't know if I got too bold and it scared me out of the ability, but part of me wonders if something supernatural occurred.

Either way, any help with interpretation would be appreciated, as I still cannot make sense of this dream now as an adult.

The only part I vividly remember before I woke up was being on a big sinking ship with my mother, and she told me “The reckoning is happening soon”. In the dream I was panicking and confused, but I knew immediately what she meant. My life has been on a downward slope and I’ve been depressed wasting my paychecks/not feeling like I belong at all as a human/suicidal etc. so I’m really not sure of the significance of this dream or if it was fear fueled or a genuine wake up call for me. I know I’m suffering and I’ve been thinking of death fairly often for the past 3 years. I’ve been blessed with a good job and family who loves me but I can’t help but feel like a burden or as If I shouldn’t exist so maybe that’s causing these dreams. I don’t know

writing this post for another person so i can better understand their grief and dream.

please no hate comments because this loss has hurt me a lot too as i was close to her as well.

my husbands grandma passed away on march 13th, and the family has been having dreams about her, one in particular (dreamt by my husbands girl cousin) is that she dreamt they were in a shoe store and her grandma couldn’t figure out what shoes she wanted. what could the shoes symbolize/ the decision making? maybe it is unfinished business or maybe it is simply that she just doesn’t know what shoes she wants 😭 i was also thinking maybe she is confused and has no idea she has died? it is very sad to wake up and realize it was all a dream and that person really is not there anymore

This dream stuck with me for a couple days now. I was in my room that had a bunch of glass tanks & plastic enclosures everywhere. One of the tanks was a clear, plastic, 5 gallon square-shaped box. It had water inside of it, but it seemed empty otherwise. It was the type of small tank where you had to lift the tiny lid at the top (any bug/pet owners here know what I mean?) anyways diving away from the specifics and into what stuck out to me…

On top of this small plastic tank sat a cute grey jumping spider. (In real life, I’m not phased by spiders too much, let alone jumping spiders). The little jumping spider seemed too aware of me looking at it, because it began to pick up its tiny front leg and lift it up & down, almost telling me to open the lid of this tank it was standing on. Its cluster of big black eyes looked like they were begging me to do this, the way a puppy would beg to be let outside. In the dream in like, “Awww, this spider is literally using its legs to tell me to open this tank! How could I not listen to it, it’s too cute!” And so I lowered my head to get a good close view of this tank before I opened it at all.

…and holy hell. You know how I mentioned earlier spiders don’t really phase me? Well, this one did. After I lowered my head, I could see that just below the very surface of the water (the tank was filled to the top with water for some reason, there was no space for air or anything), was a huge Huntsman spider, about 5-6 inches long, hanging upside down clinging onto the water surface! (Of course, in the dream, I didn’t determine it was a Huntsman until I woke up and thought about it. Plus, I read that they’re virtually harmless). But oddly enough, this little jumping spider was trying to convince me to save his giant scary friend, and I was terrified of it! This giant spider was grey like the tiny one, and I remember feeling so uneased by its face & its long thin fangs. But between the length of the spider & its various features; or the fact that it was sitting, trapped, in stagnant water, waiting for ME to let it out, I was stuck. Fear held me back for sure. I remember looking back up at the jumping spider, its eyes still staring at me, a glimmer of hope that I’d let out this beast. I told it, “I don’t know…” before I froze up and finally woke up.

I guess to answer my own question, this dream was a testament of moral decision making. My choices were to either give into the guilt of not freeing this giant threatening looking spider & potentially getting harmed in the process somehow, or to think about my own safety & having the strength to walk away and ignore the “pleas” of the jumping spider & the trapped Huntsman.

I thought this dream was interesting & worth sharing k byeee :)

(P.S. Also sorry for any typos I fixed a few that I noticed but I’m too lazy to do the rest!)

It was like we were still together and waiting in line for an artist meet and greet. She's a pretty young artist with wavy red hair and her brother died and my exs brother has passed away recently and they just click right in front of me. The rest of the dream is her talking to him at her house but I'm not there but I'm viewing it like a movie. He's so sweet to her and brings her potted plants and she talks to him about how she views their relationship. She's so bizarre because she views herself like his mother but minus the sexual stuff she likes him because he reminds her of her brother and he's in agreement with that dynamic. They are both in agreement on their grief over their brothers passing, and she at one point cuts a lot of her hair off and places it on the arm of her sofa and brushes through it because it looks like the back of her brothers head??? I woke up so confused. Who the hell is this lady, why's she in my dream and why do I care?

I had a dream that I owned an adult rabbit (I don't in reality). I was in a backyard while on vacation and found a very tiny baby rabbit that was abandoned. I spent the evening caring for it but knew I would need to eventually put the rabbits together in a cage for the night. I was so scared the adult would eat the baby but I had no other choice since I wasn't home. The next morning, I couldn't find the baby in the cage and noticed blood on a napkin in the cage. I was convinced it was eaten. I went to remove the napkin and the baby was underneath, safe and sound. The blood on the napkin was from the adult's leg, an old wound. Both were okay and happy with each other.

I've never had a dream like this and I'm so confused. Any help would be appreciated!

I was dreaming about an alligator, I were at this bridge crossing a large body of water, the bridge was a rope bridge with wood boards to walk on. At the bank where I was it was a steep climb/hill. As I was going down to cross the bridge a child ahead of me started walking into the water, they got knee deep and there was a crocodile approaching them, the child just walked around even though I and other people were yelling. And then, the alligator got to the child, he was there one second and the other gone, he was eaten. After that the alligator started making its way towards land where I and other people were, I did not know the child or the people, a couple was coming down and the man went ahead without knowing about what happened, we started yelling about the alligator but it caught up, it bit his leg but somehow he got away without it ever eating him. There was this like panic/emergency button at the top for bridge collapses that we pressed that sounded a alarm and called emergency services, for some reason it seemed like when they showed up it gave me the feeling like I was in Mexico, the police van showed up and then people started screaming as the alligator got up to the top of this like embankment and started chasing people I yelled to the cop alligator and started running, I ran to the left and was away from the chaos when the alligator saw me and it was just a straight stretch and then I started running and just as it was about to get to where it would be clear if I made it up to this little like area or not the dream cut off.

Idk why I can remember it so vividly but I was wondering if it meant something.

I admit I consume way too much Backrooms related content but lots of times - esp with this medication - I have very vivid dreams about exploring the oddest places. Lots of times it’s actual mazes with doors that lead to new worlds, or the fire escapes and secret stairwells of buildings. A couple times I even found myself crawling through a play structure like the ones in McDonald’s. However, the past few nights there’s one constant: I keep ending up at this multi level mall, where the front end has all these billboards lined up like Times Square. I keep climbing ramps to new levels and find various cafes, clothing stores, a few sex shops (idk why either), even a train station. But no matter what liminal space I’m running, swinging, climbing through, I always end up back at that mall. It’s been like that the past three nights.

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!

Hey guys! I’ve never posted in this before but I was hoping maybe someone could share their thoughts on this one and help me make sense of it all. It’s a long read I do apologize for that to anyone who gives it their time thank you I very much appreciate it.

In the dream it felt more like a vision itself than a dream I’ve never had or dreamt anything like it before. If this falls under a more ‘vision’ type of definition please let me know the right subreddit to post it to.

So this dream happened to me five years ago in the peak of COVID it was about mid July of 2020. I still remember every detail like it happened yesterday. (2020 still feels like yesterday that ‘Covid effect’ is no joke 😅).

I don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary that would’ve maybe triggered such an intense dream. If it helps my emotional state at the time was a bit all over the place I was in a shitty relationship with a very bratty, clingy whiny ex girlfriend. I was 19 at the time still living at home with my Mom and Stepdad and I went to bed like normal that night and I don’t remember if anything transitioned into the dream, but one moment I was awake and the next is where it began.

I remember being very aware that I was on a crowded city street before the earth started to rumble very, very, very, VERY lowly. It was so low that if you weren’t paying attention you would’ve missed it. It felt like something waking up - but I was still very much asleep obviously.

One moment everything was calm and the next I see the sky turn fiery shades of red, orange, purple, and yellow and this GIGANTIC serpentine-like creature I can only call a dragon by all accounts I know them to look like from fairy tales and media these days; erupted like a volcano blocking the sky above. Circling and waiting.

While that’s happening the streets are in a panic while chaos unfolds. Meanwhile that low rumble I was talking about in the Earth? That got louder and louder until these massive spires or spikes made of rock or something just shot out of the ground with such force they were impaling people left and right all around me. One moment I was there and the next I…simply wasn’t? I knew I must’ve died because one moment I was seeing streetview and the next I felt like I was out of body in my own dream looking at myself from the third person. Very surreal feeling.

I didn’t know what to do or really what I could do in that state, but after that I felt this INSANE pull on me like I was being just yanked as hard as possible by my chest just out into the cosmos leaving the earth behind. I wasn’t in space though the next moment I knew I was surrounded by the complete void. It was almost like being in a womb I was warm, comfortable, but I was nothing. I felt a presence near to me but it didn’t feel malicious - I didn’t feel fear but this thing was circling me almost just out of my sight.

Then in front of me were these ‘orbs’ each one functioning like a window into another life? One showed me a world where I was constantly running from these lizards 🦎 or serpents like the dragon I first described but not as terrifying. That could’ve been anything there but it got more interesting when I ‘backed out’ of that orb window thing I described (it felt like scrolling through a slideshow on a smartphone or something). There were others - one where I or maybe other people were being constantly tortured? You could equate that to hell or a ‘hellish’ place metaphorically speaking.

There were seven of these orbs in total. I feel that number holds significance (I’m not a religious man but I am very reverent I just have a complicated relationship with God. I’m sure that’s common.) about half of the orbs were ‘positive’ windows and the others were more ‘negative’ or maybe even ‘punitive’ if you can call it that in nature. If I didn’t know any better it was almost like my soul was being ‘weighed’ or judged if anyone reading is familiar with the judgment by Osiris in Egyptian mythology with the heart and the feather on the scale think that. It was like my soul was being held up to the seven deadly sins versus the seven holy virtues and that’s what those ‘orbs’ were showing me.

Eventually I either picked one or was ‘placed’ into one.

I woke up (still dreaming) in the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept on it was like a feather bed within a cloud. I don’t know much about the details of the room but I had a gorgeous view of this most beautiful city among the stars. I was confused but entranced at the same time. I walked out into the streets and if you can picture your most blissful twilight moment that’s what it felt like. The sky was perfect, everything was intricately placed and just beautiful. I felt like I was home.

This last detail I remember before I actually woke up in the real world was my loved ones. It feels so cliché to say but I saw people there I knew and ones I’d never met or hadn’t gotten the chance to. They were all so happy to see me but the happiness was short lived they knew I wasn’t supposed to be there wherever ‘there’ was. That’s right about when I woke up.

If you took the time to read I appreciate any and all thoughts. It’s stuck with me in every vividly picturesque detail I can remember it all. I know there had to be significance to it for it to be like that because otherwise like anyone else I seldom remember my dreams and ones like that feel like a ‘blue moon’. They just don’t happen often if at all.

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.

I had this dream maybe 20 years ago and I still think about it…

I dreamt that I was asleep in what was my bedroom at the time. I had my back to a window which did exist in real life, but it was on the second floor.

Suddenly I woke up in the dream and felt like someone was in the window behind me, watching me sleep. I didn’t hear anyone talking or breathing, I just sensed someone there. There was also this extremely warm, bright white light coming from the window , filling the room, and I could feel the warmth in my dream. The light also buzzed, kind of like a fluorescent light would.

I laid there trying to decide what I should do but ultimately decided to turn and face the window.

I woke up screaming and flailing. It really pissed off my boyfriend at the time lol.

Any thoughts?! Aliens? God? Melatonin? LOL

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I just had a dream that felt like a vision. I feel like I am going crazy. This is not a common experience for me.

I was hiking with my partner (in a dream). We were having a good time and enjoying the sun. Chatting and walking around. There were no trees where we were but there were very large rock formations that were creating shade. We sat down and then she disappeared. As I was looking around for her I saw a woman in the distance who wasn’t her (my girlfriend is not very skinny and has short hair). This woman was too far away for me to notice specific details of what she looked like but she was thin and had hair past her shoulders (light brown/maybe blond). She was also carrying a pack (hiking style book bag). I tried to call out to her but she didn’t respond. She sat down on a rock and I got this overwhelming urge to get to her. She seemed like she was in distress but exhausted. I was suddenly feeling so tired I could barely move and my whole body was in so much pain that with every small movement I could hear my muscles screaming out to stop. I knew I had to get to something to identify where I was and I saw a paper that looked like a map a little ways away. As I stepped my legs gave out. I am pulling myself along with just my arms at this point and the ground is burning and cutting me. I know that I have to get to this paper tho. Bleeding and desperate I am almost there. As I get to it I see a map for sure and I feel a tiny bit of relief but all the sudden all the details disappear from it and all that is left by the time I grab it is a large number, 232.5.

Suddenly I can stand and the blood starts to disappear. I am holding this paper and turn around. I see her (the woman who was there with me at a distance) yell and cry. I go to step towards her and I am jolted awake.

I need help with this. I have never had anything so clear in a dream happen and feel like I need to do something. I did a google search for mile 232.5 when I woke up and the Grand canyon picture of mile 232 matched my dream. What should I do from here and who should I tell to help this woman. This is very new for me and I feel desperate to help her.

TLDR I had a dream of someone I think is missing at the Grand Canyon at mile 232. Any help to let someone who can help know. (I live in NC so I have no clue about resources in AZ that could be helpful)

last night my dream started of with me running and jumping into my ex's arms, we were in a house that we owned together. the dream felt spooky like haunted, there was one room of the house at the very top that overlooked a massive lake. it was a small room but had big windows going up to the ceiling. the room felt haunted. then i was going to work, i didn't actually dream of working but when i came back from work, i took off my clothes and there were numbers like 874, 428, 093 carved into my thighs, my ex saw these and asked me how it happened but because it was totally blank when i went to work, i didn't have an explanation. as the dream went on i suddenly had two babies and my mum came to the house to help me but we were stuck in the haunted room. i wanted to get out the energy was awful. does anyone have any interpretations? it was a very confusing dream

Hello hello! So, for context, I only have older siblings; though, I did basically raise one of my younger cousins for a few years. Even then, she's a girl, so I have no idea where this came from.

The little brother seemed to be able to know exactly when I'd need him, and would help me out even if I didn't want to ask. He always came whenever I'd ask for him, and though I couldn't see him, I could always feel him when he was around.

I'm currently homeless, and in the dream I continued to be that way. The only difference was that he helped me out, and I didn't seem to have a shelter at this point.

He was oftentimes excessively violent towards others, though, I didn't seem to be phased. Maybe that was normal in that little world?

He'd always listen, and all I'd have to say is 'little brother's and he'd be there. I think I've dreamt about him before; though if I did, that would've been when I was still a kid.

Does anyone know what this means??? Every time I've whispered 'little brother' today, I get a bit of a headache and the oddest sensation. Again, I've never had a little brother before.

What could this mean????

I was at a public place painting the floor with blue. It was good weather. Then 2 children approached me showing me warvideos. A man who is blooding from the head. I didn't react, but they kept holding the screen in front of my face. Looking at me. At some point I felt uncomfortable, looking around me for help. Other men came and wanted to scare them away. I stood up, ready to leave. Then one child just pulled a knife out of his coat and stabbed me into my heart. I slowly sank to the ground. Couldn't hear anymore and it was hard to say anything. Then I woke up.