Public Dream Archive
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"I dreamt I was with a man who was hustling people for money and he sold my car without my approval. I had left the house and came back and noticed my car was gone and asked if he had seen my car and he told me he sold it. I felt shocked and devastated. I immediately called the police to report the car stolen and then took off to look to for my car. I asked him who he sold it to and he mentioned a girl who was planning on moving the next day and that she was on her way to a Movie theater to see a movie."
"I was at my ex-wife's house, and she was wanting me to stay there even though we'd been divorced for quite a while. She also kept saying she was mad at me and couldn't help it. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, but I didn't have a face. Then I would just have like these tiny eyes, but I still would have no face again. So my face just kept coming and going, but mostly just not being there. It was just like a flushed face with no features. When I came out, I tried to find paper to write down the dream, the dream with my face in the mirror, but I couldn't find any that wasn't written on or was just like a picture of some sort. It didn't seem right to write on the pictures of her and her new friends, even though she said I could. So I kept looking, and I finally found some paper to write down the dream, but then the paper got wet because I set it in a puddle, and it couldn't be written on. Eventually, I found a box with my old underwear and some other things in it, and it also had some paper. I was able to write down the dream, and I wrote down the dream of my face not being there in how I looked in the mirror."
"4.8.26 I dreamt that Pastor Lamont and I were married. Although we were newlyweds, the marriage looked like we were just platonic friends. We went out together (to dinner or something like that) and I was holding my trench coat, he took my coat and he indicated that he would hang it up somewhere so that we could enjoy wherever we were. When it was time for us to leave our place of rendezvous he went to retrieve my coat but it was missing, he couldn't find it. Next Lamont took me to a house that was located on a hill and occupied by a church official (perhaps a church mother). Her home was high, she met us on her porch and I remembered her, so I introduced myself by saying, "you may not remember me but you knew me as Missionary Robin but now I am" Lamont at this time whispered in my ear and told me to tell her that I'm "Elder Robin Lamont Franklin" so I told her just that. She dropped something from the porch and she went down to retrieve it and then she ushered us into her home. Our purpose for being at her home was for her to help us find my coat. Intermittently Lamont and I held hands or showed a little affection with little hugs from time to time. The woman say down in a room that was more like a parlor room. Her hands were occupied doing something. Then Pastor Sneed (she was healthy) came in the room and she laid on her stomach across this bed and I believe she was counting money. There another women in the room as well. One of the ladies spotted a ladybug in the parlor room and the church mother told her not to harm it because it is good luck. The church mother and myself love ladybugs. So the ladybug was left alone. I believe that there were a total of 5 women in this room and one male which was Lamont. End of dream "
"I dreamed that I was sharing a room with four people, each of us having our own bed. One of them was a friend I previously had some conflict with. In the middle of the night, I heard someone sneaking into the living room, so I quickly opened my eyes and saw someone entering the bedroom. I forgot what happened earlier, but it seemed like he was interfering with the dream within our dream, trying to send us wrong messages through the interference. He then walked between me and my friend and mistook me for her twin sister. He started talking, comparing the strengths and weaknesses between the two “sisters,” trying to stir up conflict between us. The next day, I was really angry and went to tell my other friends about what happened last night. My high-school crush was also there. I tried to tell the whole group about what had happened, but my voice felt stuck, like it was so hard to speak. People didn’t seem to be listening, but my crush was still paying attention. Eventually, I was able to speak normally again. Then I found myself in a breakfast shop, as if I was waiting for someone. I picked a seat, and later my friend arrived with her mother (who was my primary school teacher), along with my own mom (who is her mom’s colleague). We sat together. A lady came over selling pastries. She asked once, and I rejected her. When I finally noticed that I was actually interested in one of the food items, she had already turned away to talk to my friend. She tried to call my friend’s name, partly correct but not fully. Then my friend’s mom said the full name. I was confused—did this lady know us? Maybe she was one of our former teachers. After waking up (in real life) and falling back asleep again, I dreamt another dream. I dreamt that I was with my family on the roadside next to a forest area. I was sitting on a rock, and little lizards kept crawling onto my hand, and I had to keep flicking them off. My dad walked ahead, seemingly performing something—like he was returning a giant lizard to the forest. Then many small animals started running out. My dad came back, and just as we were about to leave, we saw an elephant walk out. I picked up my phone to take a photo, but our relatives ran over to take photos with the elephant first. After they all left, I stayed where I was (we were back on the main road) and lifted my phone again, but the elephant was already gone. I was confused—didn’t they fail to take a photo with the elephant just now? Then I was in a spacious area that looked like a church. I met my high-school crush again. He was standing on the stage and asked if I was still single, as if implying that he would be upset if I wasn’t. The atmosphere turned romantic. We hugged and were about to kiss, but we felt that the spot was too visible. So we walked to a more hidden area (not visible from the windows), and there we held each other closely and kissed."
"I'm in my childhood home but the rooms don't connect the way they should — I walk through the kitchen door and end up in a hallway I've never seen before, lined with framed photos of people I almost recognize. Every door I try leads somewhere that doesn't belong in this house. My mother is there but she won't look at me directly. She's cooking something at a stove that keeps moving to different walls. I try to tell her something urgent — I can feel how important it is — but I can't remember what it is the moment I open my mouth. She says "you already told me" and keeps stirring. The house starts filling with water from somewhere below. Not flooding urgently — just rising slowly, ankle deep, then knee deep. The framed photos stay dry somehow. I'm not panicking but I know I should be moving and I'm not. Outside the windows it's a neighborhood I don't recognize pretending to be mine. The streetlights are on even though it's the middle of the day. A dog is sitting on the sidewalk staring at the house. It doesn't move. It's been there the whole time. I wake up before the water reaches the stairs but I have the feeling I've left something important behind in one of those rooms."
"I'm standing in an airport terminal, but the gates keep rearranging themselves — every time I find my gate it's moved to the opposite end of the terminal. My boarding pass shows a flight number that doesn't appear on any of the departure boards. The terminal is packed but nobody else seems concerned; they're all walking with purpose while I'm the only one lost. I find a gate agent and hand her my boarding pass. She studies it for a long moment, then looks up and says "this flight already left — yesterday." But I'm certain I booked it for today. I feel the specific dread of knowing I've missed something important without understanding how. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tarmac is flooded — planes taxiing through dark water up to their wheels. The sky is a deep amber, like late afternoon but wrong somehow. A plane takes off anyway, lifting slowly through the reflection of itself in the water below. I realize I left my luggage somewhere but can't remember where, or even what was in it. "