I find myself in a wooden room full of barrels. I walk around, trying to find an exit, but all I see are wooden barrels. As I sit between two barrels waiting for rescue, I hear explosions coming from around a mile away. I know something is going to happen. The explosions keep getting louder, sign of the danger getting closer. Then, all of a sudden, barrels, all shapes and sizes, come rolling. I'm stuck in a little wooden gap while barrels as big an airplane or bigger, roll over me before colliding with another barrel and exploding. These barrels come with weird, smooth but rough texture. They're look like they were airbrushed in photoshop but feels like you're touching sandpaper. I cower in fear, hoping these barrels would not harm me, and then everything fades. I wake up in total terror, thinking about what happened. I would still feel the rough but smooth texture of the barrel. I would feel like everything around me is gigantic, and I'm as small as an ant.
It's been more than a year since the last time I had that dream, and I hope it doesn't come back, although I do want to experience it once more.
I sometimes have a dream where some tall ass ni99a with a covered face in a long black overcoat is chasing me and no matter what i do to stop him, he won't ever die. I always wake up right before he's about to catch me
I find myself in a wooden room full of barrels. I walk around, trying to find an exit, but all I see are wooden barrels. As I sit between two barrels waiting for rescue, I hear explosions coming from around a mile away. I know something is going to happen. The explosions keep getting louder, sign of the danger getting closer. Then, all of a sudden, barrels, all shapes and sizes, come rolling. I'm stuck in a little wooden gap while barrels as big an airplane or bigger, roll over me before colliding with another barrel and exploding. These barrels come with weird, smooth but rough texture. They're look like they were airbrushed in photoshop but feels like you're touching sandpaper. I cower in fear, hoping these barrels would not harm me, and then everything fades. I wake up in total terror, thinking about what happened. I would still feel the rough but smooth texture of the barrel. I would feel like everything around me is gigantic, and I'm as small as an ant.
That's eerily similar to one I've had. I rarely dream but I had a recurring one off and on from when I was really young until a few years ago.
I'm walking in an entirely white, fluorescently lit, sterile warehouse. It is filled with large white cubes haphazardly stacked, so there are nooks, crannies and pathways. As I walk every noise I make becomes deafeningly loud. A pin dropping would echo so loudly that I'd have to cower and cover my ears. So I had to avoid making any noise whatsoever, or else I'm in intense pain... Each time I made a noise it would get louder.
I always woke up feeling sick to my stomach from anxiety afterward.
That's eerily similar to one I've had. I rarely dream but I had a recurring one off and on from when I was really young until a few years ago.
I'm walking in an entirely white, fluorescently lit, sterile warehouse. It is filled with large white cubes haphazardly stacked, so there are nooks, crannies and pathways. As I walk every noise I make becomes deafeningly loud. A pin dropping would echo so loudly that I'd have to cower and cover my ears. So I had to avoid making any noise whatsoever, or else I'm in intense pain... Each time I made a noise it would get louder.
I always woke up feeling sick to my stomach from anxiety afterward.
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I also forgot about the echoing part. The sound of barrels rolling keeps on bouncing around the room.
Whenever I wake up from that dream, I go and stare at the ceiling and my pillow to confirm that I'm awake and I was just dreaming.
I still remember the last time I had that dream. It was the around spring or summer of 2011. It was night time and I was feeling really dizzy and weak. I could barely walk normal. Turns out, I got a fever. My mom said she will stay with me in my room to take care of me. So I went to sleep while she's using my computer. Then I had that dream and woke up. My fever got even stronger. Took me a week or two to feel perfectly fine.
Not recently, but I used to have a recurring dream where I was in a zombie apocalypse....hiding, sneaking around, and fighting zombies. I was never terrified in these dreams....just cautious and willing to fight when necessary.
I have a recurring dream where I'm getting a blow job. It might have something to do with the fact that when my wife gets the urge in the middle of the night that's how she wakes me up.
I find myself in a wooden room full of barrels. I walk around, trying to find an exit, but all I see are wooden barrels. As I sit between two barrels waiting for rescue, I hear explosions coming from around a mile away. I know something is going to happen. The explosions keep getting louder, sign of the danger getting closer. Then, all of a sudden, barrels, all shapes and sizes, come rolling. I'm stuck in a little wooden gap while barrels as big an airplane or bigger, roll over me before colliding with another barrel and exploding. These barrels come with weird, smooth but rough texture. They're look like they were airbrushed in photoshop but feels like you're touching sandpaper. I cower in fear, hoping these barrels would not harm me, and then everything fades. I wake up in total terror, thinking about what happened. I would still feel the rough but smooth texture of the barrel. I would feel like everything around me is gigantic, and I'm as small as an ant.
It's been more than a year since the last time I had that dream, and I hope it doesn't come back, although I do want to experience it once more.
In cases such as this it is highly likely that the barrels represent pen!ses and the "little wooden gap" is a visual metaphor for your mouth. You're definitely gay
Recurring Dreams
