I think the dead are trying to tell me something and I am not sure what. I rarely dream about people I know, though I do dream about my mother being alive. In those dreams she is usually "back from the dead" and I know it, but am not phased by it. I have been having dreams about my mom and any grandmother. The dreams of my mom she seems to have ( Read more... )

Many years ago I used to have dreams come true (yeah, I know what some of you are thinking). Most didn't amount to much. Only one was really remarkable. I had a dream my mother died a few months before she actually did. In the dream I found an object in her purse when going through her things. It was an ichang(sp?) coin. I had no clue she owned it ( Read more... )

"They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back."I was having war dreams again. Ones of a future where we are in some sort of civil war. I was fighting and runing. I was trying to get to some place in time with some message. I wasn't able to stop fighting to get there. I was ( Read more... )

I wasted a couple of hours here looking through my posts for a dream I thought I put here about a boy I dated in high school. I never found it ( Read more... )

Almost 1 in the a.m. for me... not really late at all in my book. Though I should go to bed since I am doing nothing but looking about for some trouble to get myself into. My mind is too wasted to do anything of consequence. I saw three films today, and I am beyond anything that involves me attempting to reason in any shape or form ( Read more... )

Two recent dreams

Electrical water mountain;I was standing on top of a high mountain made of water. And as far as the eye could see was only water all around me. In this world I think water was more solid or humans could walk on it. I was there all alone not another living soul in sight. It was desolate and quiet there was not a bird in the sky, ( Read more... )

This morning just as I was waking up my last dream was of a herd of elephants walking over my grave. Only I was alive, or if not alive then my soul was in there thinking about the noises from above. There was some smell an overwhelming smell of something sweet. As the last of the herd crossed over my grave it broke the casing I was in and dirt ( Read more... )