Dreams are rudiments of the great state to come. We dream what is about to happen.
To see murder committed in your dreams, foretells much sorrow arising from the misdeeds of others. Affair will assume dulness. Violent deaths will come under your notice. If you commit murder, it signifies that you are engaging in some dishonorable adventure, which will leave a stigma upon your name. To dream that you are murdered, foretells that enemies are secretly working to overthrow you. * See Killing and kindred words.
I dreamt an intruder kicked our front door, rushed in the bedroom where my fiance and I were sleeping. He wildly shot his gun at our bed wounding the woman I love. I grabbed my baseball bat and smashed his head in and flicked on the light to find her bleeding to death.... she died in my arms. I couldn't sleep at all that night after the dream and fear what it might mean.
So last night, I had a dream I was at my grandparents house with some of my family. Some of my family included my Aunt whom I haven't seen or talked to in about 6-8 years, and my Father whom I haven't seen or talked to in about 2-3 years. So basically, from what I can remember my family were fighting, I have no clue what about but they were. My father, whom was in a bit of a rage, accidentally cut his hand with a butcher knife that he was holding. After he cut his hand, I guess he was so mad that he killed two people, I have no idea who these people were. But he killed them, rapped them up like mummies, and hung them upside-down on the clothesline. The next day detectives came to investigate, and my Father was no where to be seen. The next night (in the dream) my Father came back and killed another two people, yet again I have no idea who those people were. All that I can remember from then on was that I lied to a detective by saying that "I didn't see my Father kill another two people" when I actually was there when he killed them. I have no idea what this means but it definitely has eaten away at my day.
I dreamt that I was in the right backseat of my car with 2 male persons in front of the car. I cannot tell whether the car was moving or stationary.The next moment, both front seats turned 180° facing me and the guy sitting in the driver's seat (holding a gun) just shot me in the chest cold blood (without any warning watsoever). I immediately knew that I was shot and felt no pain whatsoever. I also realised that I died immediately after the shot, and was then waiting for whatever had to happen next.Then I dreamt something else which I can't recall. After that, I dreamt the first dream over again, this time I was shot in the head. And also this time, right after the shot, I saw myself sitting in the back seat with the gaping wound in my right eye.Then I woke up, as from a typical nightmare.What can this mean?
I keep dreaming of evil spirits and all my aquaintenses in life are plotting to kill me as if I knew information I shouldn't be trusted with but at the same time I can so they prolong this lasting traumatic torture and I saw a evil shadowy darkness falls like figure last night at a storage place it came out of nowhere screaming at me and dissapeard when I jumped and put my hands up in fear... I'm starting to have really bad anxiety and PTSD from it its scaring me what's happening??? It helps less due to my mothers undetermined death June 8th 2014 right?
I had a dream about that my family killed grandma. I am so worried, what does this mean?
I'm 15, and I had a terrible dream last night, not even a dream, it was a nightmare. I had murdered my 7 year old brother and 1 year old sister. I don't remember who but man was with me helping me and all I could see was my brothers chopped up body in a box. Then I suffocated my sister and everyone ended up looking for her later so I started to freak out because I just then realized what I had done. Then I remember seeing my mom hold the baby in her arms (she was surprisingly alive) but she randomly stopped breathing and my mom started freaking out and took her to the over room. I walked into the room later get to find her playing with her toys so I ran up to her to give her a hug and she started screaming " please don't hurt me, I'm sorry I pushed your bags over on the bus".( which never happened in real life). But even though I was happy to see her all I could think of was the fact my brother wasn't going to wake up. After this nightmare I am afraid to go to sleep again because that had to be the worst dream I have ever had. And I thought I should add that when I was younger my sister who was 2 months old past away, she died of heart problems and randomly stopped breathing one day. I'm not sure if that had something to do with my dream but I felt like it could have something to do with it.
For the past few weeks I have been having very disturbing dreams, all of which are about my mother and younger sister. In every dream one or both of them end up dying. Last nights dream was particularly upsetting, so much that awoke crying and I actually called my mother to inform her of my dream. Never before have I had such a vivid dream. It started off that I'm living in this very dark lower class area. I'm walking down a dark road heading to my mothers house for a visit when two cops cars appear in the street, one driving one way and one the opposite. As I approach the vehicles, the doors on both cars facing the middle of the road open blocking my path and two young hispanic men dressed in civilian clothing get out and start walking towards me. I watch them walk closer and I fall to the ground, I later wake up in a brightly lit room in a tiny bed. Everything in the room is very white, the sheets and pillows I remember were very plush and rays of light were shining through the white opaque blinds with an almost heavenly glow. I get up and walk over to a double door covered with the same white curtains and the light outside is overwhelmingly bright. I go through the doors and I'm in a very dull hallway. The carpets are grey with what look like cigarette burns in them, the walls are grey and I distinctly remember the door looking like my fathers bedroom door from his old home. I open the door and to my absolute horror I find my mother laying motionless at the end of the bed. Fully clothed with her rear end at the very edge of the bed with her legs hanging over and her hands at her side, eyes closed and hair far more grey and longer than it is in real life. She has a large stab wound in her stomach below her navel. I look over to my right and sitting on a couch is my younger sister with a very large heavy man that looks like your typical overweight online gamer. Hes wearing a grey sweat and bloodstained t-shirt and black basketball shorts. He looked about 30-35 with brown short hair and a receeding hairline. My sister looking physically drained, almost passing out has both of her wrists slit and the man sitting next to her is holding her hands above her head, almost displaying his work to me. I try to approach my sister when he mumbles somthing under his breath and starts touching himself. I'm over with my mother again now and I have gauze in my hand now and I'm trying with everything in me to pack my mothers wound but shes not even bleeding anymore, I look over to my sister, hands still being held above her head and with her head tilted far to the right, eyes barely open mutters, "She's dead..." and passes out. Next thing I know, its over and my sister lived. I'm going to meet her and a social worker (shes still underage), and begin to plan our mothers funeral. The only place we could burry our mother was this above ground "cemetery" which looked more like a dirt road specifically for just dumping bodies off on. We're riding in this golf cart type vehicle driving past bodies that look like the result of those budhist monks that mummify themselves. Just what felt like mile after mile driving down this road we stop and get out and theres this small table with three chairs. It was one of those cheap tables people rent out for events. The social worker, my sister and I are sitting at this table surrounded by decaying bodies and theres some sort of paperwork on the table. I'm crying and my sister looks to me, I'm sitting on her left and she says nonchalantly, "I don't want to see you anymore." I try and talk her out of what shes saying, "C'mon, you're my sister." "I love you" "Why?!" etc... etc... The social worker has this smug look on his face and next thing I know I'm back where the dream started, walking down the same dark road. Crying, I could feel my chest heaving, my stomach hollowed out and I'm crying so hard I can't breathe. I'm looking at my phone, scrolling through my contacts to call somebody but nobody answers. Then I woke up...
I dreamt that my boyfriend/partner was in my brothers room playing on his computer and the door bell rang. It was late at night and i hated anwsering the door at night, almost knowing what was going to happen, he hated anwsering the door bell too but he did it for me, we were all weary that it was very late. my boyfriend went to the door with my brother and me following behind. there was a shadowed figure through the glass of the door and they opened it a crack and noticed the all in black clothing and the knife. they tried to shut the door but they were over powered and he got in. as he did he looked paniced and then looked at me and then got his knife and sliced into my neck and shoulder. and i fell to the floor as it got blurry and it went all slow. he ran out the door and left. it was almost like i could feel the burning. then i woke up and was too scared to sleep. been feeling really funny and paranoid today. I could really feel the dream all day.
I had a dream, and so did my guy, that there was a serial killer, killing women in bathrooms, public bathrooms... it was his first time doing this also..
Ages agoI dreamed that my partner kills my sister by accident in front of me. Although I'm scared I don't do anything then he kills my father and lots of other people. I had the same dream again just now but this time there was more detail. My bf seems happy tells me he did it for me. I am afraid of wat everyone thinks wen they find out .... It was awful now I don't want to sleep. What does this all mean?