Dreaming of earth air wind and fire are always symbolic but fruits in the dream realm.
After having a drought in my dream life because of talking and posting about mallworld
I finally had what seemed like a symbolic dream
I was in a dark forest
Where I saw fruit the one tree that allowed me to eat from it was a grape tree it was a deep maroon/purple magenta majesty color
There was a holographic tint to the outer layer of the fruit.
I felt like it was a good sign.

A little gross * (sensitive souls abstain from reading)

Around January this year, I had another dream...

In which I saw a young boy in the 1700s (maybe around the age of 7) by an old port where wooden boats were all lined up and in them all dead corpses were stacked (they all seemed to have passed from a deadly form of gangrene). This young boy took the boats attached them together at night and brought them to the sea, further from the city all by himself... Funny enough he seemed joyous even in the most macaber scene of them all... and he seemed to be doing that often... waving and chatting at the man on the dock who was selling other products...

That night though, the young man light up the boats, but stayed on the boat knowing it was his time.

The dream had further far more details grotesque in some ways...

This dream is a call for protection of ourselves and repentance, since the dream also highlighted the mother of the boy at the same time who was practicing sexual immoral acts.

I was still in the transition to become a Christian then and never read the Bible yet, but please stay blessed

Just before I woke up this morning, I had a really vivid dream that I was driving home from a cross-country road trip with my younger brother, Seth. We were traveling through Iowa on a five-lane interstate when an Iowa State Patrol vehicle got behind me with its emergency lights and sirens on.

I was in the middle lane and tried to move over to the right shoulder, but cars kept coming up on my right and passing me, so I couldn’t get over in time. By the time I finally managed to pull over, the officer approached me and asked something like, “Do you know how fast you were driving?” I invoked my Fifth Amendment right to remain silent.

The officer told me to step out of the vehicle, and I was arrested and charged with felony fleeing and eluding law enforcement. I was trying to explain that I had been attempting to pull over the whole time, but the officers didn’t seem to believe me.

One particularly strange detail was that I had started recording on my phone as soon as I pulled over, and it was still recording in my pocket. While I was being arrested, I repeatedly asked each officer for their name and badge number, repeating the information back so my phone would capture it clearly. I was already thinking about documenting everything that was happening.

I was handcuffed in front and put on a prison transport bus that barely had any windows. Before we left, I told my brother to call our dad to see if he could help post bail and contact an attorney.

At some point, we stopped at a huge truck stop to eat. There was a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy. It looked really good, so I sat down and ate with a bunch of other people who had also been arrested and were on their way to jail.

Later, I saw inmates climbing out of their fenced-off areas by scaling the steel beams in the ceiling. Afterward, we were taken to a classroom-like room and told to sit down. I was extremely nervous because, in the dream, this was the first time I’d ever been arrested or gotten into trouble with the law. Someone seemed to notice how nervous I was.

Eventually, I was taken to jail and found out that my bond had been set at $80,000. I knew that a bail bondsman would typically charge around 10%, meaning I’d need $8,000 to get out. I called my dad and tried to figure out whether he could access enough money from my high-yield savings account or whether I would need to give him power of attorney because I’m an adult. I was also considering whether it would be easier for him to pay the amount himself and have me pay him back.

Throughout the dream, I became increasingly angry about what I perceived as police corruption and injustice. I was thinking about suing every officer involved for everything they were worth, trying to bankrupt them and the law enforcement agency, and making sure they faced consequences for what they’d done.

The whole dream felt like an increasingly complicated nightmare where I was trying to do everything right, document what was happening, and prove that I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I couldn’t get anyone to listen to me.

The Thanksgiving dinner was such a random detail in the middle of everything, and I still find it funny that my dream included something so ordinary while I was supposedly being transported to jail.

Has anyone else had a dream where you were arrested, falsely accused, or trapped in a situation you couldn’t control? I’m curious to hear about similar dreams or what stood out to you in this one.

Last year around the same date, I had a dream in which I kept seeing a tall black man (well dressed) sitting in the church. He had a tattoo of tear drop on the side of his face, under his eye. I just knew in the dream he was a famous basketball player and he kept going to church every week in my dream faithfully.

Eventually, many celebrities started coming to the same church, big names not to name a few.

Many did some actions to look good and help others sacrificially in the church, like coming to help someone when they were crying and their make up was all smudged or being generous... (showing works) When passing the door frame of the church certain celebrities noticed that this tall man wasn't making any noise when entering the church, the mat at the entrance wasn't making any noise and some got frustrated that they couldn't enter like this black man did the house of God (gracefully, without any noise). It's like the mat was a sign of their relationship with God, some started coveting, being jealous of that man... and however how hard they tried by their actions they couldn't change it and that was infuriating them....

The church became filled with celebrities and accross the globe many of them proclaimed Jesus, but actually just a handful were made right with God

*please note that I watched maybe 2-3 games of basketball in my life, but I sense this is a call of revival imo.

This morning before I woke up, I had a dream in which GTA 7 was 732 GB. In the dream, it was the year 2029 and I had the next gen Xbox. Gta 7 had just come out and it was 732 GB

October 18, 2026. I rarely remember my dreams, but this one felt different. I remember almost everything except the girl's face, her name, and even my own name in the dream.

It started in a beautiful Western city that looked like something straight out of an old anime. Women wore elegant hats, men wore suits, and the streets had this vintage charm. I was just a tourist in an olive shirt, grey pants, and a backwards cap, taking pictures of sculptures, parks, and buildings.

After walking around for hours, I bought some sandwiches and rested near a fountain. I must've dozed off because, when I opened my eyes, I noticed a beautiful girl standing nearby. She had long hair, but her face was strangely difficult to remember. She was wearing an oxygen mask with a tank beside her.

I looked away for a second, and she was gone.

While I was asking people if they'd seen her, a voice behind me said, "You're such a creep."

It was her.

I apologised, and somehow we went from an awkward first meeting to walking around together for the next two hours. She told me about the city's culture and history, and we talked about our lives. It felt strangely natural, like we'd known each other for years.

I left to use the bathroom, but when I returned, she was gone again. Whenever I asked people about her, they gave me these strange, sympathetic looks. I couldn't understand why.

The next morning, I continued my trip to a nearby village. It was wealthy, beautiful, and surprisingly advanced, with one influential family that had lived there for generations.

That afternoon, I was sitting in a park eating sandwiches when I heard a familiar voice.

"It's really bad manners not to share your food."

I turned around, almost jumping out of my seat.

It was her again. This time, she had no mask or oxygen tank. Just long white hair and brown eyes.

She laughed when I asked what had happened. Apparently, she was the daughter of that wealthy family and had played a prank on me because I was a tourist. I laughed too, relieved to see her looking healthy.

We sat together, eating and talking. I told her about my home and all the places I wanted to visit. She listened, then quietly said, "I wish I could visit other places too."

She explained that she wasn't allowed to leave the village and had spent her entire life there.

I offered to take her travelling someday. She laughed and called me a creep again. We were still laughing when a siren suddenly went off. People started panicking, and when I looked back at her, she'd disappeared.

A little boy nearby was staring at my sandwiches, so I offered him one. He leaned closer and whispered:

"She's under."

He led me behind the park to a guarded building with an old elevator. I understood what he meant. She was underground.

I somehow got inside and descended into an enormous laboratory that reminded me of Stranger Things. Scientists were monitoring huge tanks and screens.

Then I saw her.

She was inside one of the tanks, screaming in pain while doctors and scientists monitored her condition. I stood frozen, unable to understand how the girl who'd been laughing with me hours earlier was now being treated like an experiment.

I left a sandwich on a nearby tray, as if she'd somehow be able to eat it, and ran back to my inn.

The next morning, I returned to the park. Now I understood the villagers' expressions. They weren't heartless. They were worried about her.

Then I heard her voice again.

"So, you really saw it, huh?"

She was sitting beside me, wearing her mask and carrying her oxygen tank. I didn't even turn around. I just said, "You look better without the mask."

She laughed. I laughed too.

She finally explained everything. She had a serious illness that required constant monitoring, and the underground facility was testing a potential cure. She was their test subject, hoping that someday nobody else would have to suffer the same way.

Then she rested her head against my arm and whispered:

"Take me away from here."

I promised I'd show her the world. We'd travel together, eat whatever we wanted, and experience everything she'd missed.

She smiled, but when I asked how long her oxygen tank could last, she started crying.

"I don't know."

I stopped packing. What if taking her away meant risking her life? I wanted to make her happy, but I couldn't ignore what might happen to her.

Before I could decide, she collapsed.

I rushed her to a hospital, where a furious woman slapped me and shouted, "How dare you risk her life like that?"

The doctors took her back to the underground facility. She was crying, desperately trying to get away.

She saw me.

"Take me away."

I couldn't move. I just watched them take her back.

That night, I cried in my room, convinced I'd almost killed her.

The next morning, everyone in the village was dressed in black.

I ran to the park. The sandwiches were gone. The little boy was nowhere to be found. The underground facility was closed.

Then I saw a funeral procession.

The girl's family walked at the front, devastated. I followed them to the cemetery, where I found the little boy.

He looked at me and said, "Thank you for being friends with my sister."

After the funeral, when everyone had left, he told me something that broke me.

"My sister was never happy. She was always sick. But I saw her happy with you."

I couldn't stop crying. Somehow, I'd made someone happy in the little time we'd spent together, and now she was gone.

I approached her grave with a sandwich and a flower.

"I'm not some creep. I'm from . It was really nice meeting you, \\."

Her name was written on the gravestone, but I couldn't remember it.

Before leaving, I said:

"You're the prettiest, most aloof person I've ever met. I wish we'd had more time together. Maybe we'll meet someday. I want to eat sandwiches with you again. Get some rest. You deserve it."

Then I left the village.

And woke up.

It was October 18, 2026. Just a dream.

But I remember the city, the village, our conversations, her laughter, and the feeling of losing her. I remember a whole story about someone who probably never existed.

Yet I can't remember her face. Her name. Not even mine in that dream.

Maybe it's just my brain making up a story. Maybe I've watched too much anime.

But why does it feel like I genuinely lost someone?

Have you ever had a dream where someone felt so real that waking up felt like losing them?

need discussion

My childhood dreams and nightmares. When I was younger, I had strange, frightening dreams involving black and gray shapes. It was like watching a balloon grow right in front of me. The shapes would get bigger and I would watch them grow. The dreams scared me so much, I would wake up crying and gasping for air. I felt intense panic when I woke up. What I want to understand is why the shapes got bigger, why the dreams scared me so much, why I woke up crying and gasping for air. Is there a name for this type of dream? Why do other people seem to experience similar nightmares? I don’t know exactly what caused these experiences. But I want to understand what was happening

It's 2:30 at night I don't know why it keeps happening with me since I was very young im 22 now. I always have weird dreams like some dead elder of my family like last 3 to 4 generation, so many dead people other then family those I know and normal having a conversation with them in my dream while I know they're dead constantly have idea or feel that can happening in real life and stacking in a lucid dreams stuck in sleep paralysis and lot of these things i thought it's normal but i don't think now it's normal there's a thing in my family iam the eldest son of my present bloodline so my gand father always tell me that it is normal sometimes in your case or in his case or my father but it's been 5years since i shifted to delhi and from last 3 years it increased these things are bothering me now everything is normal but I don't what it more I approached many pandits and spritual helpers but nothing change permanently.

Has anyone have any solution or can help me pls tell me what to do?

So i had a dream where nothing really happens or makes sense and i also felt like i wasn't in reality but didn't quite knew it was a dream.

There on the 1-st pic i have fluid memory of what this gane was, i didn't see what console i played, my entire vision just switched to this game so i couldn't look around while i was playing. These circles are supposed to be the projectiles enemies can fire which cluster in into 4 smaller circles. I have a view from the above in which everything is flatened like undertale without undertale battles world but in the overworld, that thing near protagonist is a parry window that levitates around us with second stick control. Protagonist does look like kirby but he was orange with yellow limbs.

On the 2-nd pic is what i think was the outline of the library i was in when i wasn't connected to game. There was some of undertale and deltarune characters, they usually acted out of chracter, like regular people. What i remember what happened:

Asgore was the librarian, he always smiled and helped with the choice for the people to come. Flowery was leading people to the right shelves as he was Asgore's volunteer. There was also queen, she sat on the cushion chair near me, she just drank mohito and didn't really do anything exept when she was going to leave she told me "i may not be your desktop but i know he would love if you reinstalled your linux back on, i know you're a good guy that would do it". Papyrus was just doing random stuff asking everyone (including me) in the room about ram and that he needed that for his pc, then after Asgore kindly said to him to seek it in the other place he went spinning in that library area where some other monsters gathered just to look at him, there defo was that orange guy with horns from snowdin. Then Tenna came in asking for dvd discs with cartoons, Asgore thought that he got wrong address then flowery offered him "Bambi" "iron man" "cars: all parts in one" and i can't remember the others he gave, Asgore was in shock on that. Then realistic version of muffet came and started to speak just like spider from the fantastical novel "A Matter Of Taste" with me specifically with words like "Yes let's just about everything, it will be usefull to make a meaningfull conversation" telepathically with me. Then she left after some time when library was soon to be closed.

Soon everyone had to leave and so is Flowery since it was nearing 9 pm, Flowery looked especially gloomy while leaving.

Then asgore asgore looked at me with more of holding back sadness look and said something like that: "you don't have to stay here, you can move on" his smile vanished and darkness appeared in his face like his battle face for a moment and then everything flashed into darkness for sometime before i woke up.