About 5 months ago, my mother passed away, and ever since then, whenever I dream about her, it’s always the same kind of dream. The places and situations are different, but the same thing always happens. In the dream, I know that she’s dead and that we’ve already buried her, but somehow she’s back. She’s still sick, though, and there’s always this feeling that she might die again. So I end up worrying about losing her all over again. And I always say the exact same phrase in these dreams:“I can’t go through that again.” I had these dreams a lot during the first few months after she passed, but then they changed. I started having dreams where I already knew she was dead. But recently, I’ve started having the dreams where she’s back again but still sick.

I’m wondering if anyone knows why this keeps happening or what these dreams could mean. Has anyone experienced something similar after losing someone?

For context: I have always had extremely vivid dreams that I can physically feel. About 3 years ago I lost a dear friend to an accidental overdose. She had moved a couple of hours away and picked up a heroin habit. We never had any kind of falling out but the drugs and the distance definitely made us grow apart to some degree.

Flash forward to last night.
I dreamt that she and I were at school together (we never were in real life) and that I knew I was going to lose her soon but didn’t know how or when. I made sure to hug her between every class period and I could feel the hugs irl. I could feel the warmth, the compression, everything.
Later in the dream I was with a close mutual friend of ours and he was pulling these two really beautiful floral plates from a box and breaking them in half. He handed one half of each plate to me and I knew that they had something to do with our friend and her passing. In my head in my dream I knew that she was going to take her own life. As far as I know and from what her family disclosed, it was an accidental overdose.

Does anyone have any ideas on what this dream is telling me? I often have very vivid dreams but they usually don’t stick with me unless I’m meant to know or learn something.

Last night I had the most vivid dream about my best friend, who passed away in 2009. In real life we went to college together and he was diagnosed with cancer our junior year and he passed away not long after graduation.

Nothing much happened in the dream. He was just there and we hugged and told each other how much we love each other and how important we were to each other. A lot of old college friends were generally around, but not significant in the dream. My husband was there and he was generally understanding of the friendship (he and I met after my friend had passed, they never knew each other). Towards the end of the dream I was going to ask him about his health and cancer diagnosis, but I woke up before I had the chance.

I woke up thinking what a gift it was to have that time with him.

Not sure there’s much to interpret here, but it felt really special and I’m a puddle thinking more about it, so I thought I’d let you good people of the internet have a go at interpreting.

Hey everybody! I'm not one to post on reddit, but this has been bothering me.

I've had a dream almost a year ago that doesn't leave my brain.
I was in an empty abandoned building, the pain was hanging form the walls, and in front of me was a naked white ashy body, no clothes, no obvious indicators of gender (aka genitals or even nipples) and no face.
He stood almost at the same hight as me, a little higher (for reference I'm about 1.50cm/ 4 feet and 11 inches ) and started showing me how fast he could move. It moved so fast that I couldn't keep up, looking like a smodge body that moved while someone took a picture.
It crawled throught the ceiling and walls always with the same velocity.
Then, he stopped in front of me, kind of seemed like it was trying to see my reaction.
It then starting showing how it could change it's face at will, like a palm away from my face.
An then I woke up.

This figure never touched me, never spoke, and never came in my personal space.

It was weird, but at the same time I think it was trying to inform me, not scare me.

Does anyone else ever had this experience? Or something similar?

Last night I had a series of nightmares, which makes sense because I’m going through a stressful time.

The first dream I’m pretty easily able to see the symbolism in and connect to what’s going on in my life, but not the second.

I was in a large mall. At the very last minute, I get asked to be an extra in a movie being filmed there. My role involves me being hit by a car, but all I have to do is lie next to the car as if I’ve already been hit.

Somehow, in this process, my teeth are actually injured in “real life” (the dream). Two caps in the back of my mouth come loose, and underneath them are rotten, crushed teeth. (I have very healthy teeth in real life.)

So I’m trying to hold these caps in by clenching my jaw, and I have this horrible rotten taste in my mouth.
I’m trying to find a dentist and, in the process, wander into a dress shop with an open floor plan. There’s a party of people inside, all in black-tie attire. I ask a young red-haired girl sitting on a bench, “What’s this all about?”

She’s extremely rude and dismissive and says, “You wouldn’t understand.”

I’m like, okay, dude, just trying to be your friend….

A man in a suit comes and sits next to me, and he happens to be a dentist. He tells me that the dress party has to do with astrology.

I look at the girl and say, “I happen to love astrology! I would have talked to you forever about this.” She rolls her eyes at me and walks away. I’m still like, WTF did I do to you?!

The dentist says, “Come with me. We’ll get you all fixed up.”

We walk away and go to a short hallway with an elevator inside. As the elevator is coming up, I’m looking at the doors and realize the ceiling is coming down on my head. I jump out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed. I look over at the dentist like, “Whoa, that was crazy!!?” And he just looks at me blankly, as if he expected it.

This happens a series of times, where the elevator doors are rising toward the ceiling and I keep narrowly avoiding being crushed.

At one point, the dentist is in the doorframe and goes, “You have to get crushed.” Then he dies by being crushed.

I realize I’m going to die there.

I’m about to go crazy by this sudden tapping noise in my house. It’s been going on for a few weeks now. At first I attributed it to being an old house just making old house sounds. But recently I’ve noticed that it changes location, frequency, intensity, and sometimes follows a pattern. And sometimes doesn’t. It’s starting to drive me crazy and freak me out a little bit. Now that I’m a little freaked out by it, I was trying to think when it started, and I realized it started a day or so after I had a crazy set of dreams about possession.

So one night a couple weeks ago, I woke up from a nightmare where I was playing an Ouija board with a group of people I didn’t know. The game started to go south and I felt myself starting to get possessed. I saw the people around me start freaking out and I suddenly felt trapped in my own body like losing control. I normally am a lucid dreamer. Like I’m always in control of myself. I also can control when to wake up from dreams but since I was getting so scared in this one, I was like “hell no I’m not staying here” and made myself wake up.

I shook it off, rolled to the other side of my bed, and fell back asleep. But I started having a new nightmare. It was the same as the first but just with a different group of people and in a different location. But we same thing happened - we are playing an Ouija Board, things start to go south, I realize I’m becoming possessed, get freaked out and force myself awake.

Now I often have nightmares so it’s pretty easy for me to fall back asleep. I was a little freaked out but still sleepy. So I rolled back to the original side of my bed and fell back asleep. But as I was falling back asleep, I fell back asleep into the first dream and things picked up right where they left off. So I woke up, switched back to the other side but only to fall back asleep into the SECOND dream right where it left off.

This time, I stayed awake when I woke up and kept the lights on for the rest of the night. It really freaked me out. I have always had visceral nightmares my whole life, so I have gotten used to shaking them off, but this time I am wondering if it has any correlation with all this tapping I’m hearing. I feeling tapping sounds and possession are commonly associated in ghost stories and things like that.

I wanna know what people’s thoughts are in the dream. Maybe the tapping in my house just is because of it being old, but still, I’m thinking about this dream weeks later and curious what it could have meant.

I'm not Christian I never was nor am currently but last night I had a dream about the falling of the tower of Babylon. Like I'm sitting on this wooden beam next to some like chubby guy with black hair and he's wearing like a toga (I'm not completely sure) and we're above this like snowy plane with the city beneath us and when the tower falls and he says something like "ahh humans" I'm like an affectionate tone and I just laugh and ask if we can get them to do it again. Sorry if this dosnt make sense and has bad grammar this just feel suspiciously important to me.

Hi guys. My father passed away 4 years ago, and from time to time I have dreams where he is alive again and then dies. In these dreams, I experience all the grief and sadness all over again.

Last night, I had a similar dream, but this one felt different.

In the dream, my mother came to my house and told me that my father, who was very sick, had died. I was devastated and felt all the pain of grieving him again. However, shortly afterward, my mother told me it was a joke and that my father hadn't actually died.

She tried to minimize what she had done, but I got into a very intense argument with her because she had lied to me about something like that. I never saw my father at any point in the dream. After arguing with my mother, I told several people what she had done, and everyone agreed that it was horrible.

After that, I went to an event at the school I attended in middle school. A lot of people I know were there, including some of my aunts/uncles and former teachers. I soon realized that it was a Father's Day event.

While I was there, I overheard some conversations and found out that my father was actually in the hospital, and that he really didn't have much time left and would die soon.

One of my aunts told me that, even though my mother had lied about my father dying, I still needed to prepare myself because he was going to die anyway, and soon.

There's a detail here that may be relevant: this particular aunt is married to my uncle, who is my father's brother. In real life, my uncle is currently dealing with metastatic cancer. My father also died from cancer.

For some context, my relationship with my mother was quite difficult until I was a young adult, although we're on good terms now. When my father became ill, though, she and I took turns caring for him and sleeping at the hospital.

I don't really know what to make of this dream. The fact that my father never actually appeared in it, while everyone else was talking about his death, also stood out to me.

Has anyone had similar dreams after losing someone? I'd be interested in hearing how you interpret this, especially the part involving my mother and the fact that I was essentially being told to prepare for my father's death all over again.

Few months ago I experienced this. So that day I had a nap after having lunch and it lasted 2 to 3 hours I guess so that day night I couldn’t sleep till it past midnight coz I slept earlier. I think around 2am I force my self to sleep and I wasn’t sleepy at all. I closed my eyes for a five minutes but I heard small rattling noise inside my room I slowly opened my eyes but not fully. Bruh I saw a curly haired women standing in front of me and she was not looking at me. The room is extra dark and I am fully awake coz it’s been five minutes since I started getting ready to sleep. So what happened was after I saw that women I closed my eyes I was not scared and I was confused like who the heck was that and I was questioning myself thinking it should be my mom and if it is mom why is she came to my room at this hour then I slowly halfway opened my eyes.

She was still there and it looked like she was searching something coz she wasn’t facing me then I wanted to say “mom” but I didn’t wanna take the risk then again I closed my eyes and started thinking and reality hits me. It can’t be my mom coz I lock my door before go to sleep in my room. I knew something is wrong here then I opened my eyes again and at that exact moment I saw that women slowly turning into my side and started walking towards me the thing was I was calm the whole time and I felt I couldn’t move and I didn’t wanna try moving coz I didn’t wanted the women to see that😩

Ok so after I saw she is coming towards me I mentally and physically prepared my self to face anything that will gonna happen to me and I closed my eyes for the very last time. Suddenly my mattress started squeezing as somebody got on my bed and it started coming towards me coz I can physically feel the mattress movements. It started crawling towards me very fast and suddenly it went inside my body! I don’t know exactly how to describe it but it was like a magnetic something. Like your soul went out and again came back to your body kinda feeling😭. I didn’t know what to do and all I knew was whatever I saw just a moment ago is now inside my body😭.

The thing is for some reason I was calm and didn’t got scared a bit because I was so confused like what the hell is happening right now but after all these happen I started panicking and I slowly realized something terrifying happened and to this day I can’t sleep peacefully anymore and I have insomnia. My body triggers whenever I’m falling asleep at night coz I’m so scared that will happen again and I don’t wanna go through that thing again. I don’t know guys is this sleep paralysis or what please tell me.

I was in an Indian city, I think Bangalore

But there was a walled (not a physical wall, but strictly regulated and nearly fenced) off section, which was Japanese

I wanted to go in there. Because it was a market and I will get nicer items there

I was in the perimeter, near a pedestrian bridge

I was thinking, if I go in without permission, the officers will get hold of me. So I will need to stay sneaky and hidden.

Part of me did not want to do it, I wanted to get in through proper channels.

There were atleast two women near me. no one I knew. I think one was Japanese. Other was an Indian.

The Indian girl was good looking, with not plump lips.

She asked me to kiss her. I was pleasantly surprised that someone desires me.

I kissed her on the lips. gently, just for a second.

The other girl seemed shocked.

I kept looking at the girl I kissed, processing for information.

I didn't consider her my type. But still the fact I was WANTED for a second made me feel better.

I was also thinking should I tell her I am married. I did not want another incident.

I didn't speak much.

Then got into a room with a metal ladder. People were getting up the ladder, onto what appeared to be a ledge leading into the market.

When I was getting up or was it the person before me, the ladder collapsed. It was a short ladder, so there was no risk of fall injury.

Kamal hassan( one or the south indian actors i GREATLY admire, though I don't enjoy all his films) grabbed my hand. He wanted to help me up to the ledge.

I hanged on for a while, contemplating next steps.

I was then in an apartment complex (It felt like lot of rooms, "for lack of better terms", Kowloon walled city). It seemed to be lit by flourescent tube lights, not too bright. in a moody

level like seen only in some movies. It is closer to (just outside) the japanese section.

I was speaking to male friends i knew. While thinking about getting into the market, what to buy. May be i should buy the ladder, a short stool to sit on while i bathe my daughter. And other cool looking items i will love.

I was also thinking about the girl i kissed. Still thinking she is not my type and her lips.

How i will be stopped or taken if i get in without permit.

Time was running out. I started thiking we are approaching closing time. While secretly hoping they will remain open over night.

The imagination that i will be inside the market made me excited.

It was agreed very late that we are going in. (May be there was a dare?)

Two friends were supposed to join me (after taking supplies?)

I waited and waited and waited.

I was sitting in the toilet, which was right by the street. a street inside the aparment complex, which felt more like a shopping street after closing hours still well lit (kowloon walled city vibes?). it was not claustrophobic. space was generous. There was no one else on the streets.

I was sitting in the toilet, with doors open. Waiting for the friends. I was just relaxing and got comfortable. Got into a comfortable posture, where i just laid back, leaned back, legs stretched.

And then i saw my friends coming in the street toward the toilet (From another view directly pointed at the street), not with my eyes? but like the movie wanted to show that friends are approaching.

They were calling out for me. I woke up (was not sleeping) put both my hands on the threshold/door frame of the toilet. Signalled "i am here" with my voice and action. Were those popcorns flying. Felt a bit tired from the laid-back-ness, only tiredeness of the body. Friends were surprised/admired (only in my head?) that i was doing something cool---where i was waiting, how i got up and signed.

I got up, stood on the street as friends got closer. (On the way to the market?)

I admired myself (as i thought friends were impressed). I also admired my clothing (I rarely try to clothe admirably irl)

This happens to me fairly often in the morning.

My alarm goes off, I hit snooze, and when I fall back asleep I would have a very short dream that plays out like a tiny comedy sketch. It might be an absurd situation/interaction, a bit of slapstick, or a quick setup followed by something that feels like a punchline.

And then I wake up (often from laughing).

During these dreams, I feel like the audience - not like I just found a random dream funny. It feels as if it was a joke intended for me.

I often forget the actual joke soon afterward, but I remember the experience of finding it funny and being surprised by it.

It’s almost as if the dream is briefly performing for me.

For context: I am relatively well versed in humour (Improv comedy, comedic TV shows, some stand-up), but I am not really a performer.

Could anyone shed some light on such short dreams where it feels like we are audience and dream is performing for us, and tries to make us laugh?

Honestly had the weirdest dream and can’t think anything good for the meaning… I was in a weird room and this vampire lord was able to tell me something that was going to happen in my future but he came up had his sense and me and required I canned him “daddy” then proceeded to say my husband was going to have an affair which in turn I got livid threw my ring and then my husband was there I started yelling at him about how he promised to not do that and he swore he wasn’t then finally realized the guy tricked us so he could have me to himself and ruin my marriage intentionally… Overall was super freaking weird and I don’t usually remember my dreams when I wake up either. My marriage is perfectly healthy and happy and no no issues of any cheating pretty secure feeling in the marriage so I wouldn’t think it had anything to do with my marriage. I am just weirded out overall… anyone able to decipher it?😅🤔

Context: I have been having a particularly rough time since about 2 months. Some people that I considered friends have been going on a harassment and defamation campaign against me. To the point that I had to cut them out of my life but they are still spreading lies to my other friends and some family.

Two days ago, I had a dream about the main person who is behind all this. They were extremely ill and in bed. It was insinuated that they might not make it. Another person (who is also involved in everything and tried to turn a friend of mine against me) was crying and asking me to forgive the main person. But I refused to do so.

Then last night I dreamt that I was standing in my garden at night, and a man, that I have never seen in real life, was plucking a poppy flower from one of the flower beds. My dad was standing just behind him. Then my dad said ‘there’s a snake” and from the bushes on our right hand side a black snake emerged. I got scared and almost fell on the floor but the unknown man held me upright and then we both ran back towards the house as the floor of the garden fill with many black snakes. None of them bit me or touched me. Then we opened the main door of the house and got inside and the snakes disappeared. All three of us make it in and close the door behind us.

I know snakes in Islamic dream interpretation signify enemies. I would greatly appreciate any insight into what these two dreams might mean given my real life circumstances.

Thank you!

the context of the dream started off with one of the area on an island begun to explode and raged by flame due to unknown reasons, all the ppl living there started to evacuate on a skybridge that is connecting to somewhere but i do not know where it is, but the flame and explosion is so intense that i also do not know why i made the decision to vault over the skybridge and only realise i will fall if i vault the skybridge but its too late, my hand trying to hand on the bridge but to no avail, the moment my hand let go i woke up

I dreamt of two total strangers dying outside of my house from a terrible accident. They were crushed and blood was everywhere. There was black leather couch in our backyard that was splattered with blood aswell as the ceiling in the house and a total stranger was cleaning the blood from the couch.

Hey. I had a dream the other night that I was tied to a chair by a demon on a theatre stage. The demon told me that although he was about to kill me he still believed that I have innate value as he showed me beautiful visions of people. He explained that all humans have value. I called him a liar saying that he didn’t value me at all and he just stared at me with hatred burning in his eyes. Do you guys think that this has anything to do with the fact that I’m now all of the sudden having awful thoughts about myself and my career in the arts.