Had a dream where items I touched turned into gold, silver, jade, etc. the realized some of my teeth were turning silver and then all of my tongue had a gritty feeling like sand and then it was silver like a reflective mirror. Anyone know was this means?

I just woke up from this one and this time I took note. They were all similar. I dont quite remember the old ones.

Also, English isn't my first language so the text might be wrong. Sorry about that.

Its a huge mall. The poor are right at the bottom, where they try to sneak into the next floor without being caught (they are pretty successful) In the dreams, I always start at the bottom then sneak into the next floor. But the problem is, I have money and don't need to sneak in.

The mall is grand, huge in any way. I see my friends there, I have fun with them, talk to them. I usually manage to leave the building and reach an outside area where it's really old and construction-site like. I dont know how to explain it.

This dream was just like them. I was at the bottom floor, where I entered by walking down a dirt slope road leading down (the entrance is always the same in my dreams).

Im surrounded by old tech stores, low quality clothing stores and dining places where there are screaming clerks trying to get people to eat. I make my way into the crowded area and wait for the guard (heavily armed) to leave. Then I walk into a weird place, the place is shaped like a square, an elevator? Stairs? I dont know. I just manage to reach to the next layer somehow. When I reach that place, I see my friends there waiting for me. I join them and end up in a store where "faulty" clothes are sold for a cheap price. I shouldn't be in this layer because I didn't pay, and shouldn't be caught. I hide in a closet-like place where there are trapdoors. If I drop down, Im in a place where I see horses wearing pants that walk like humans. There are mirrors. The room looks like the store, maybe the horses are workers? Then I climb? up the trapdoor and reach the same closet. Then I climb up the trapdoor again to reach a part of the store where faulty clothes are sold. This time, the store was about Fenerbahçe (my team). There were faulty jerseys that had wrong texts on them. Then, I somehow leave the store and end up in a half constructed place. There, I see an emergency exit door open and reveal another friend of mine. I walk over, enter the door and manage to get outside where (like I said) is old and construction-site like. I walk over to the side where I find an elevator. I don't remember the rest.

What I remember from the old versions of this dream, I remember running with a group of kids that were my age or younger, built thin and small, to get to the next layer. There wasnt a guard, just people who screamed and chased us to not let us in. I remember running in a corridor, a corridor that lead to the next layer, and a man shouting behind us. I also remember eating food in the bottom layer. Where I ate was a little store. Like a "tekel" in my country. (I don't know how to explain what a tekel is. Its basically a liquor store that sells snacks, cleaning stuff...) There was a small grill with a cooler next to it where frozen meals where stored. I paid for the food, grabbed 2 burgers and cooked them on the grill.

This is all I can remember. It feels weird, a feeling I cant explain.

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I am a believer that almost all dreams have some sort of significance behind them and I am struggling to find the significance of this one. There is a girl at my college that I have began to develop feelings for. She is very intelligent and is always a blast to be around. We hang out almost everyday, since we are both tutors. However, we stay after our work is done as well, so we aren't just interacting due to our work. Anyway, I digress, now to get into the dream.

This girl and I were walking through a store together. I'm not sure what store, but there were a lot of clothes. She was checking out different things while I followed behind her. Suddenly, I noticed she swapped her bag out for a nicer one that was on a shelf. I thought maybe she was just seeing if she liked how it felt and looked, but we kept walking. Then it was a jacket and a pair of pants. I was very confused.

As we were coming to the exit of the store, she said something along the lines of, "Alright, let's go." I followed her out of the store, but she still had all the things that I thought she was just trying out. I questioned her about it, to which she replied by saying, "They won't notice," or something similar to that. We continued to walk to her car, but something didn't sit right with me.

Right as we got to the car and were about to hop in, a cop car pulls up right behind the car. Then another one comes and another. I'm not sure of exactly how many cops there were, but there were a lot for some reason. They arrested her for stealing the clothes and I must've went into a panic or something because, even though they weren't after me, I started running away, as if wanting to believe it wasn't real, that this wasn't happening.

From this point on, I'm not sure how significant the events of the dream are, but I'll briefly go over it.

I ended up running into a friend that I made at the college and he was comforting me and allowed me to come to his home. I stayed there a little until I eventually left and went to my grandparents house. My grandparents weren't home, but my brother was there for some reason. We hung out with each other until I heard police sirens outside of the house. I went to check and I saw the police car that my crush was sitting in. I began to feel very sad. Then, we made eye contact with each other. I reached out my hand, not wanting her to go away, while she was waving goodbye to me, the same way she waves to me every day that we see each other, as the police car was driving away.

That is all I remember from the dream. I'm not sure if there was anything after that, but if there was, it probably wasn't that important. So yeah, if anybody has any idea of what this dream could possibly mean, I would love to hear it. I haven't had a dream effect me as much as this one has in a long time. And if you don't know what it could mean, then I at least hope you had a good time reading it. Have a great rest of your day and thank you for any replies and upvotes!

In the dream I go to a brothel. I select a literal woman of my dreams but I couldn't have sex. I had to much internal hate and it spilled out affecting the building. Soon everybody began to hate.

It was quelled when we formed a line and started to share a meal made from flour dough, and cornmeal. When it was my turn, the person behind me skipped ahead. I let her get it first. She was my sister and I just wanted to let her have something. Then I chose to pass on the meal altogether. Soon everybody was eating and talking. I tried to join conversations, but it didn't work out. So I just left.

The problem was fixed, the people were happy, and it seems the woman I chose was to far above my level of love. I wasn't ready yet, as the logic of the dream went. So I left tge building, then I woke up to my alarm.

What would Ibn Sirin make of a dream in which a person is frequently associated with a baby? One of the dreams that initiated this series of dreams depicts this person as a Fury, who transforms into a baby after the recitation of the Mu’awwidhat. But most of the time this person is the parent of a new born she’s always with a baby (which doesnt exist irl)

Hi Reddit!!

So, I had a strange dream- but don’t we all? I don’t really know what to think about the dreams, and the meaning behind them because it honestly makes me head hurt. I’m currently going through so many negative changes at this stage in my life, and this dream definitely had me curious & anxious about my future.

I had a dream about a massive tsunami engulfed in flames. And could see it approaching from a far distance, and as it finally reached me, it suddenly stopped from in front of me. A tall tsunami on fire. The dream left me feeling shaken, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was a deeper spiritual meaning behind it. What stood out to me most was that something so powerful and destructive came toward me, yet it never touched me.

Can it be trouble or something negative coming for me?
I have recently got out of a relationship with someone whose religion is Santeria. I’ve been told that not everyone uses it for harm or ill intent- but I believe he did. He would use it as a way to scare me.
He’ll tell me that he knows when something is going to happen, and that whenever someone does him wrong, something happens to them.

I pray every night to protect me and my energy. But I can’t help but think about that dream.

Am I being dramatic?

This was a while ago (a month or two) but it is still stuck in my mind due to how vivid and absurd it was. The world was both growing and dying at the same time, it was being born anew out of flames, in the center of my view was several stages of an embryo hovering in air growing upwards into the others. I came to realize this as god remaking itself and us as a whole, I felt that even though it did not directly interact with me it recognized my presence and shaped the world accordingly. I am not religious, and do not usually have wet dreams, nor was the dream sexual in any manner. It was very disturbing but beautiful but I am still so confused on what it might mean.

Sorry if this is slightly off topic , but for some reason every dream I have I’m always a child like 10 . I’m still a minor barely, but ik I miss being younger. still I don’t know why or what caused me to constantly dream as a kid in a classroom or on adventures?

It was a dream I had today.I was in the body of a man living in an isolated and creepy orphanage.There was an unspoken rule there.

Never to speak "Someone is coming to pick me up"

One person accidently said that out loud cuz she was being adopted.

next day she was dead.I (the man) could see who was doing this all. It was a terrifying demon in the form of a boy child...sharp canine teeths ..white eyes...it ate its own toes.

It told me it's name...it started with G or something I don't remember but it was long and very unusual.

Another person died from its killing.I tried to tell everyone about it but Suddenly i was alone in the room with the demon roaring at me ...warning me not to open my mouth.

in the next dream...I woke up in my dream..simply saying I had false awakening ..like I woke up three times in my dreams.Someone was grabbing my toes and I woke up dizzy in my dream...it was so real.

Then there was a spirit stuck on the wall in my own house(real one) asking my family to help her.She was terrifying to see.She tried to tell us a place ...idk where it was...

our family tried to solve the mystery but not everything is like the movies...we couldn't solve it and I woke up in real life ..

I have been married for almost 6 years. We have been together for almost 8 years. I’ve known that in my past, I knew of somebody that used to do witchcraft who was actually my dad’s ex-wife but we don’t talk and we don’t associate since he died which was almost 4 years ago.

Lately more frequent than usual I have been dreaming of getting bitten by a snake or trying to fight the snake from biting me. I’ve dreamt of yellow snake, green snake snakes. I have dreamt walking through a field and seeing snakes on trees, trying to run away from them. Just yesterday or this morning, I dreamt of fighting a snake from biting me and the snake did in fact bite me. I was so scared in my dream and I knew that I was going to die when I realized I was dying. I woke up. I don’t know what these dreams mean. I’ve already tried to get cleansed. What is it that I can do or what is it? Is it just anxiety or my subconscious? Any mediums or anyone with that experience before? In need of help.

So, we had our business classes, but I didn’t really talk to anyone except for a few exchanges with my one friend.

During break time, I went outside for some reason and ended up at a Kyokushin karate gym. To my surprise, I saw my brother there. It was unexpected because he’s a boxer, not a karateka. Because of that, I planned on going there for training after school.

When I returned to school, classes had already ended, so I packed up my things and prepared to go home. I wanted to leave most of my belongings there so I wouldn’t have too much to carry with me during training.

Later, just as I was about to take a bath, I noticed that the trash can beside me kept catching fire. What made it even stranger was that the flames came in different colors. I kept trying to put them out, but no matter what I did, they would always come back. Even after thoroughly soaking the entire trash can with water, the fires wouldn’t stop.

Apparently, there were hornets causing the fires somehow. I have no idea how they were doing it, but they just have the ability to set the trash can on fire.

Eventually, I asked my dad and brother to keep an eye on it and make sure it didn’t catch fire again while I took a bath. However, they completely ignored me. I repeatedly tried to get my brother to do something about it, but he didn’t even bat an eye, despite the fact that the fire could literally burn the entire house down.

What the hell does this dream mean?

In a dream I had lived another life. It was full of events and an intense emotional rollercoaster. I felt joy, loss, grief etc. I don’t recall seeing myself old.

Then i see myself in a white room with a large screen or a projector on a wall. I was standing in the middle of the room, watching the screen - a sped up movie of that life. I looked relaxed, as if I were reviewing my task.

There was a man standing behind me to the side. He was dressed in full black, looking sharp. He was also reviewing my life’s movie.
It felt like it was some sort of assignment.

Interestingly, in that white room emotions were neutral, even though i felt them in my chest while rewatching “my life”.

Then he said in a soft spoken voice “ you have to do it again.”

I sighed…and reluctantly agreed.

And i woke up

I felt “death and rebirth” but don’t know where was it coming from.

That place felt like a place of work. As if living another life simulation that lasts few minutes but feels like a life time is just like doing some paperwork.

This is a throwaway for obvious reasons. So for context both me and my partner are freshman in college and are long distance, we are both 18. We'd been dating for over a year before going long distance and in that time I had maybe one or two dreams related to cheating and one was my partner cheating on me.

Recently however I've been having quite a few, probably like 15 in the past 2-3 months. I don't actually want to cheat on my partner but in these dreams me and my partner have a fight, go on a break, or fully break up and pretty soon after, like within the day, I'm hooking up with or going on a date with someone else. There have also been dreams that don't involve a fight where I cheat, in one specifically I got with two people at the same party and then tried to get with one of them and my friend at the same time.

I know these things wouldn't happen in real life but I'm always so happy with the other people in the dream and it's starting to drift into my daily thoughts. Like here and there I'll think about getting with people when me and my partner breakup in the future, which obviously isn't a planned thing but my brain keeps acting like it is. I just need to know what is causing these dreams and their meaning so I can try and fix it.

Waking-life context: This is a relationship with a substantial shared history, a period of separation, and a later reconnection. There is affection and some continued contact.

I had literally withdrawn, was completely far from thinking about him, talk less of his family members whom i had barely met despite background non-receptiveness: they are tight-knit.

The dreams kept recurring over days and weeks

Dream 1:

Reception. At a family home, the man's mother (the only person whom in real life i never knew her stance coz she never involved in the conversation, that was always skepticism at best to non-receptiveness and hostility at worst from the rest) took both my hands and conveyed something like, “Finally, you're here.” I quietly received the welcome. The man cautions sister (who appears in dream 3 again) at the side to 'do nothing that will make her leave again' sarcastically.

Dream 2:

Recognition. His parents called for “both of you” to enter a private family room. I experienced this as recognition of us as a pair in the energy of the dream.

Dream 3

Scene 1: The church and the seat

I entered a church through the central entrance. Inside, there were three main columns or sections, each divided into two halves, with sizeable passages between them. There were also aisles running along the far-left and far-right walls.

I initially walked toward the far-left side, close to the wall, looking for somewhere to sit. Someone who had entered with me had already found a seat.

On the far-right wall aisle, I noticed another person, possibly a church warden, who seemed to be indicating that there might be a place available. Before I went over, however, the sister from dream 1 (with whom I had never interacted directly in waking life but whom I associated with indirect shade or disapproval in connection with him, approached me warmly) appeared to be in the middle aisle, in the second half of the seating area. She raised her hand and signalled for me to come to her.

She deliberately moved inward from the far-right edge, rearranged the seating, and made room for me at the far-right end of a row. She then sat beside me.

Later, we moved to the first bench in the first half of the church, positioned in the middle aisle and facing the altar.

The sister began asking about my position with her brother. The atmosphere felt as though the matter had already been settled within the family. It did not feel like an interrogation or an acceptance test. Rather, she seemed to be orienting me, helping me understand the family and its dynamics.

I listened as she spoke about her family. I shared some things about mine. At one point, I explained that I am quiet and that my quietness should be taken as part of who I am, rather than interpreted as rejection or as something abnormal.

Scene 2: The river and the sister inside it

The dream shifted to a river.

I was standing on a paved surface, something like the pavement of a bridge above the river. I was not standing on the riverbank or leaning over the water. I was slightly behind a boundary, on the paved structure above the moving water.

The sister was lower than me, positioned in the middle of the river itself. She was talking to me, explaining something or orienting me. I remember being surprised that she was there, in the river, speaking to me from that position.

Then I noticed that she was inside a deliberately constructed enclosure.

It was made of cement. The outer structure rose to about chest height, while inside it was a smaller, darker enclosure that came to somewhere below the knee. The river continued flowing around the structure, but the sister was not being swept away by the current. She was situated within this constructed space in the middle of the moving water.

On either side of the river were broad stretches of short, natural grass.

The current was flowing in the compass direction toward me.

I was on the paved structure above the river, observing from a separate position, while the sister was situated within the river's flow, inside this defined enclosure, speaking to me.

Scene 3: Looking beneath the bench

In another part of the dream, the sister and I were outside, in a corridor-like space.

There was a small bench designed for two people. I looked underneath it and noticed some strange things. I remember something involving a rat and a situation that suggested conflict or trouble. The details were unusual and somewhat concerning.

The sister's response was not to investigate everything or become involved. Instead, she taught me to behave as though I had not seen what was underneath the bench and to avoid involving myself in it.

In the church, the sister summoned me, made room for me, sat beside me, and helped me understand the family context.

At the river, she occupied a defined position within the moving water while I remained on the paved structure above it. She spoke to me from her position, and I observed from mine.

Under the bench, the lesson changed. I was being taught that seeing something does not necessarily mean I must intervene, investigate, or take responsibility for it.

The dream seemed to move from being given a place, to receiving orientation, to learning discernment.

Its most striking contrast was between the river, which continued moving, and the cemented enclosure that gave the sister a defined place within it. She was in the moving system without being swept away by it. I, meanwhile, remained outside the water, observing and listening as she spoke to me from there apparently 'lecturing/teaching' about 'the family' i guess

Dream 4:

The question of support. The man was physically near me, with his mother also present, but he appeared neutral or possibly disapproving when I needed support with something important. His mother did not intervene but her energy wasnt supportive of me either as communicated by the dream. This contrasted with the earlier dreams of welcome and recognition.

Dream 5:

Intimacy and continuity. I experienced a passionate, intimate connection with him. He seemed confident that I would come through for him. I briefly left to coordinate something in an adjoining room, then returned. A difficult family member (the other sister i had met in real life who was non-receptive and hostile) was present but did not interfere with our connection. The bond felt continuous rather than fragile. That sister, who had been overtly hostile and non receptive, the one I had met, was present outside both rooms as I neutrally communicated with her [the energy of the dream conveyed her implicit acknowledgement of 'us' in the energy of the dream like something she has no say over] or like a greeting as sge was outside the adjoining rooms before rejoining the man in the room we were at before i stepped out briefly)

Dream 6:

Disclosure and withheld reassurance. In a modest family setting in my country of origin, other people appeared to guide us toward a conversation. He opened up at length about his needs, expectations, and how he wanted the relationship to work. He mentioned small personal preferences while acknowledging that I was comfortable being myself. He then said he liked me as I was. When I asked him to repeat this, he did not. We subsequently walked away together, with me holding his arm.

So I don’t usually get dreams/nightmares often and when I do it’s usually super blurry and faint because I have aphantasia. So ever since I was 5 I’ve been having dreams about this separate universe and like every other year I basically unlock a place in this said universe. It started with a small playground with a sandpit and every time I had a dream about it I would be sitting in the sandpit and the either my dad or grandma for some reason come and kidnap me, no clue why, then I stopped having dreams about this until like 3 years ago where I started having dreams about this mall, the mall is not a really popular mall and because of that the top floor of the mall was abandoned, the first dream I had in the mall was exploring the top floor with 2 of my very distant classmates, I basically found this tunnel behind an abandoned pink bakery that led to this big playground with green black lights, the following dream about this mall was when I was being chased by this old lady, around the movie area of the mall, I’ve also had dreams where I just hung out at the mall with my friends, nothing more. The last area is a mix of 2 places , a gadget store and a skate park, so in my universe my parents run the gadget store and basically behind the store there’s these stairs that lead you to the skatepark, the skatepark is so wide u can see the other 2 places I’ve seen before, in the skatepark I’ve only hung out with classmates I don’t usually talk to and that’s it, but these dreams are so weird and because I dont usually see people with the same problem as me, I’m wondering, what’s going on?

Yesterday, I was talking to my mom about moving into an NYC apartment later in life, and she asked how I would afford it. I said I would have a friend move in with me to split the costs.

That night, I had a dream that felt like one continuous storyline, not separate dreams. I don’t remember everyone’s faces, and I remember it more like a story of events than a clear visual experience. I also know there were more details, but I can’t remember them now.
The dream started with me getting kidnapped. A man was carrying me somewhere, and I was fighting really hard to escape. I managed to yell “HELP” twice, but then my voice went out, and I couldn’t yell anymore. What’s weird is that I’ve been sick lately, and my real voice has been raspy and almost gone, although I haven’t completely lost it.

After that, the dream continued. I had a boyfriend, and we were living together in my current house. I let a friend move in with us, but she started blatantly messing with my boyfriend. I called them out and left, but she followed me around the apartment complex, almost harassing me. Eventually, I went back inside, locked the door, and closed all the curtains so she wouldn’t know we were home.

Later, I ended up at my old apartment, where some people held me, my boyfriend, and my friend at gunpoint. During that scene, my friend accused me of setting the whole thing up, saying something like, “Are you serious?” as if it were my fault.

I woke up feeling really angry and ended up being rude to my mom. I don’t know if the dream means anything, but I’m curious whether my conversation about future apartment living influenced it, whether being sick and having a raspy voice influenced the part where I couldn’t yell, and why the dream involved kidnapping, betrayal, being blamed, and being unable to escape.
I’m also curious why I remembered the dream as one long, connected story but couldn’t remember anyone’s faces or all the details. Has anyone experienced something similar, or does anyone have a psychological explanation for this?

Heya folks, for years I’ve had people tell me that I am being mean or cruel to them in their dreams. And it’s a large number of people too and it happens frequently.
I’m not a mean-spirited person and I’m described as a kind, gentle and passionate person by all of my friends and family.
I was curious to see if there is anything going on there spiritually or something.
Anyway, I’m wondering if y’all had any thoughts. Thank you for bearing with me <3

I have a dream often where I'm in a house that's big but then there are always more rooms than I think there are or secret rooms. I'm pretty good at interpreting dreams, but this one has me stumped.

I don't remember what came first but I know he was the devil, people were dead and he was coming. I had Nicole in the bathroom, I was trying to save her. I think we were coming up with a plan. I heard him come up the stairs into the hallway. The door wasn't locked. I tried to lock it but wound up fighting to keep the door closed while he ripped it open. She hid before the door swung open.

B-"Where is she?"

"How should I know?"

B-"You're always starting shit."

"I'm not doing anything."

We're still yelling until he spots her and yanks her up, then drags her away. She doesn't kick or scream or put up any sort of fight. I apologize to her. I don't remember the in between I know I got to her but there's a time jump. We're in the bedroom. I'm on the bed getting bags packed, she's on the floor. He's searching. We're quiet. I'd started throwing the bags out the window when he barged in, he's screaming now but I don't remember the words. I push Nicole out of the window. He picks me up by my throat and slams me against the wall, my body crumples to the floor and sags between the bed and the wall. He rips Nicole bag inside through the window, this time she's screaming and sobbing. I'm dead. I'm still here but now I'm across the room staring at my own dead body.I go closer to look at myself. I'm limp and bloody and my body is kinda folded over itself. Bones are broken. My neck is black and purple. My eyes are open and bloodshot. I don't know how long I stayed in the room but eventually I stopped staring at my body and went to look outside. On the ground by the edge of the window, I see Nicole. I get why she was screaming this time. It doesn't end there but everything after that is so much more fuzzy.

Today has been a mess. The past few weeks have been a mess. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until 3AM, and I woke up at 10:00AM. Somewhere between then and now, I fell back asleep and woke up at 12:30PM when I remembered I was sleeping and had missed my appointment. I forgot my dream at that point but it suddenly came back to me a few minutes after I came to.

In my dream, I was at home with my family. My dad and best friend was there, as well as a few other girls I don’t talk to anymore. In my dream I was so upset. I remember wanting to die and start over. I ran out of the house and went into one of the large shed buildings in my back yard. I saw a shadow pass the window and after a while a man walked in.

He was as old as my dad. He reminded me a lot of my dad’s sweet and gentle friend that would come around a lot, but it wasn’t him. He told me he was in a band. He gave me a hug, told me everything was okay and that he had something to give me. I walk out of the building with him and follow him to the drive way. In the drive way is sitting an older Chevy car and the driver side was on the right. Maybe from the 80s or 90s. It had a yellow band going around the middle sides of the car. On the car we’re at least 4 tarot cards. My brain tells me that the high priestess was one of them, it’s at least the one I feel most intuitive about.

He told me the car was his and that he only got caught drunk driving with it twice, and something else that I can’t quite remember. Maybe that it was stolen from him? He said he wanted to give it to me. I went back inside and saw that my best friend and dad was the only one there, and that the other girls had left. They were talking on my couch. I went to my room and when I came back out I told my dad about it and he said the man had left already, but that I had his number.

I go back out to the car with my dad and we drive around the city. There were 2 girls who joined us but they were quiet and left shortly after. I’m not sure who they were.

I told my friend about this. She’s very spiritual and does better at deciphering tarot and messages better than I do. She brought up a point I didn’t even consider, which is my dad’s dead friend that I was named after. He died in a car accident a short while before I was born. My dad joined a band during my teenage years with the brothers of his dead friend. They don’t talk much anymore so I’m reluctant to ask about it. My friend thinks that maybe the man I saw was my dad’s dead friend. I have no idea what he looks like or what he was like so I’m not sure at all.

TL;DR

I wanted to die in my dream. A man came to me and gave me a car with tarot cards on it, one being the high priestess.

I (male in his late 20s) have always been of the opinion that kids are not for me and the thought of having kids has always been a literal nightmare for me. I appreciate my freedom, I don’t like hanging around kids nor do I like talking to them.

But a couple of days ago I had a dream where I had a kid (a girl) and in the dream I was also a single parent. The mother did not seem to be in the picture, the dream did not picture the pregnancy, I suddenly just had a kid with no name without knowing who the mother even was. In the dream, it took me several days until I found a fitting name (two names/double name in fact). I forgot the first name shortly after waking up, but the second was Rose (I don’t know anyone by that name).

In the dream I also got a dog, it was my families dogs pup and looked exactly like her.

I was incredibly happy in the dream and it felt incredibly real. I was a real girls dad and loved hanging out with ‘something’ Rose.

Then I suddenly woke up and I was incredibly sad. I felt sad for the rest of the day and even days later, looking back at the dream I still feel like I lost something.

Why did I have this dream when my logical mind still tells me “No kids, you would be miserable”? Talked to some of my female friends about it and even they were kind of shocked I had such a dream because I’ve always been clear about not wanting children.