r/DreamsInterpretation

so i know trauma can often appear in dreams, but i've never been raped, i was sexually abused by my dad when i was younger, but it wasn't penetration, just him coercing child-me into touching him.

but last night i had a nightmare in which multiple of my friends from school, all of which were guys, held me down on my own bed and raped me. i don't remember much, i just remember them standing over me, the screaming for them to stop, my clothes being forcefully taken off, waking up crying and feeling incredibly violated as if it was something that had really happened. i normally look up my strange dreams, to see if they signify anything or could have any sort of meaning, but i can't find much on the internet as to what this would mean. i'm still sort of shaken, i ran into one of said guys at school today and literally just burst into tears when he tried to talk to me.

I don’t remember how the dream began, just that I was in this huge Greco-Roman mansion with a bunch of other people. I think it was a barbecue or some kinda party. People were eating off of paper plates and drinking out of cans, and I remember there were kids running around with sparklers. So I guess it must’ve been the 4th of July or a New Years celebration, or something like that. What was weird about the dream was that there was this humanoid just walking around. It was completely white, with two pinkish eyes and a diamond-shaped head. It just walked around the mansion, and no one seemed to be bothered by it. But it would just stop and stare at someone before it said: “1.4 billion.” Then it would just keep on walking. At the end of the dream I came to this door that opened up to an endless void, and for some reason when I looked into it I felt like I was trespassing onto someone else’s property.

I had a dream that I, a Catholic woman, fell in love with a Muslim man that I don’t know irl. My boyfriend irl and in the dream is also Catholic but is as religious as I am. The man in the dream was also in a relationship with a Muslim woman who was non practicing. We didn’t do anything in the dream other than talk and pray together and go to church and mosque (I have never been to a mosque), the feeling was so intense and mutual.

Please help me figure out what this could mean 😢.

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Earlier, I seen a post of a woman explaining how many women have had a dream about a large room with lots of toilets. I've had this reoccurring dream, and I’m curious what people think it might represent.

The dream took place in a long, wide room with low ceilings, kind of murky and dim. It wasn’t scary, just uncomfortable. When I walked in, the door closed behind me, but I didn’t feel the need to leave. It felt like there were other people there, but I couldn't see or hear them.

The entire room was filled with hundreds of toilet stalls, but not arranged in any normal way. They formed a maze with no logic, some paths went nowhere, some looped, some had clusters of four toilets in a circle facing outward. The spacing made no sense.

Everything was made of dark green plastic, like portapottys. No sharp corners anywhere, all rounded, moulded shapes. The toilets were also plastic, connected to the walls, with a dip between the wall and the seat. The stall walls only came up to about torso height when sitting, so there was basically no privacy at all. Some stalls had flimsy little swinging doors, most had none.

The room was kind of filthy, some toilets were full, some weren’t. The outer walls had big school‑style windows with faint black grid lines, but you couldn’t see out of them. Just a dark greenish fog and a faint light from somewhere above.

It was large, but claustrophobic and uncomfortable but not threatening. I tried to recreate the space using a prompt, which was extremely close to what I had seen in the dream, here’s the exact wording I used:

“Photograph, first-person POV just inside the entrance of an impossibly vast low-ceilinged room that extends so far in every direction the walls are not visible, no left wall, no back wall, just stalls fading into dark green murk and infinity. Hundreds upon hundreds of dark olive-green rounded plastic toilet stalls filling every inch of space, packed so densely the room feels consumed by them. The stalls are made of completely smooth, featureless rounded plastic, no panels, no lines, no detail, no texture, like softened blobs of dark green plastic, the bases melting and blending organically into the floor with no hard edge, no join, just a continuous curve from wall to floor. The stall walls are short, barely waist height, fully rounded with zero sharp corners anywhere, so the toilet inside is completely visible from standing. The maze has no logic, paths curve, fork, loop, dead-end randomly, some bend around clusters of stalls, no straight lines, no sense of direction, like being inside a dream with no geometry. Some stalls have small rounded swinging plastic half-doors, most have none. No light source visible anywhere, the room exists in a deep dark olive-green murk, everything just barely perceivable, like eyes adjusted to total darkness, no lamps, no windows casting light, just a sourceless dim comprehension of the space. Wire-grid school windows somewhere impossibly far away on walls lost in darkness. Clean but worn. 35mm film, backrooms liminal horror, hyper-realistic, heavy grain, near-total darkness.”

I’m not necessarily looking for a “correct” interpretation, I’m just curious how this comes across to other people. What would you make of a dream like this?

For the longest while, I’ve been having this reoccurring image in my head, not so sure if it’s a dream or just something I imagined as a child and it resonated with me. The Time keeper… a man in long robe holding a book in one hand, a diary perhaps and a pen. The body looks human but his head is a wall clock with Roman numerals. He’s always standing in a field or an empty background taking notes. I don’t recall speaking with him but I’ve certainly interacted with him multiple times. Most nights before I go to sleep he crosses my mind and I just see him standing there.
What do you guys think ? Is it a dream, my imagination, or something bigger?

Kicked out my friend because I felt like she was mooching off of me (let her stay for 6 months rent free and she didn’t save any money the entire time.)
The night of had a dream that I was making soup and as I went to try it I pulled her hair out mouth. Then right after had a dream a man with long arms in a bathing suit broke into my house. In the dream it zoomed into the number 2 on my door. Help?

Ive been spending a lot of time reading dream posts here and in other dream communities, and it’s made me think more deeply about how people interpret their dreams.

What interests me most is not the idea that dreams “predict” something, but that they often seem to arrange emotions, memories, fears, relationships, and unresolved thoughts into symbolic scenes.

I’ve been working on a small project around this idea. It’s not meant to be a fortune-telling thing or a mystical oracle. The idea is more like a co-pilot for symbolic self-reflection, psychological insight, and dream journaling.

The basic idea is that you enter a dream, and it helps break it down into things like key symbols, emotional themes, possible psychological meaning, and reflection questions. So instead of saying “this symbol always means this,” it tries to look at the dream as a personal emotional landscape.

I’m not posting a link because I don’t want this to come across as spam. I’m more curious whether people here think this kind of approach is useful.

Would you use something like that as part of a dream journal, or do you prefer interpreting dreams completely on your own?

And if anyone wants to share a short dream in the comments, I’d be happy to give it a symbolic/psychological reading and show the kind of approach I’m talking about.

I had a dream a few nights ago that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. The vividness and deep rooted feeling it carried is stuck on repeat in my mind. I’m a very spiritual person, and have a few thoughts about it but I am curious to hear what yall may think.

Close your eyes and try to imagine this.
I am walking in a large field with wild flowers everywhere, similar to a hay meadow. It’s beautiful and sunny out. As I am walking, I see a chain link fence. As I get closer I see on the other side of, there are coyotes. A bunch of them. Babies and full grown playing around. I go over the fence to their side. One coyote locks eyes with me and starts to approach me. We are face to face and I lay down. As I am laying down, the coyote begins to touch my chakra points with its paws. As it’s doing so, I can physically feel myself “opening” or “unlocking” at each point it touches. The entire time we never lose eye contact. Once it reached my chest and I felt a change. And then the final prick, where the third eye sits, the coyote shifted into a woman. A beautiful, young woman. The second it pricked my forehead in the third eye, we were standing face to face still never losing eye contact.
She said “what are you doing here? People never come here.”
I said, “I love the ‘yotes, I have always loved the ‘yotes.” In the most sincere and deeply rooted in love way.
She said, “but we are homeless”
I said “no, you are free”
At this point, when I said that, her eyes widened a little. Her stance straightened up a little and she stepped back, kind of in a way that seemed accepting. Like she was impressed with my answer. In that moment she unlocked her gaze from mine and looked past me towards the side of the fence i had just come from. I turned to look, and when I did I see an enormous lake of fire. Hot, blue fire everywhere. It was no longer a beautiful field on a sunny day. It was a dark, eerie feeling.

Then the dream ended. I am not sure what to make of this. I am not sure what this means. I read that in Native American culture the coyote has several different symbolism meanings. “In Pueblo, it’s associated with evil, witchcraft, trickery etc. In Apache it’s associated with positive things such as hunting, war and running. In Navajo creation myths, the coyote is often a third figure in stories of the first man and first woman on earth. In various traditions it’s associated with certain parts of creation, including the placement of the stars in the sky. Other indigenous cultures depict the coyote figure as involved in other aspects of creation, including rescuing fire for man, causing a great flood or inventing death. “ (sourced from a study site.)

This dream was so vivid. So real. So deeply rooted. I’m so unsure of what to think of it. When I was young, really really young, I called coyotes “ ‘yotes” just incase yall were wondering what ‘yotes meant. (Pronounced yo-tees)

Anyways. I’d love to hear thoughts and opinions of others on this dream. It’s just stuck in my mind.

I had a friend who died tragically when we were 20. It has been a while since we were super close, as he was having medical issues and I went to school out of state. We were pretty close in middle school and high school. Anyways, he keeps showing up in my dreams. The first few dreams, I was so happy to see him again. Then I remembered he was dead, so the next few dreams I confronted him about that. He said he wasn't. That the funeral was the dream and he was here now, with me. Then I stopped arguing and just enjoyed him. But I had to keep reminding myself he was dead. Because I would wake up and think he was still alive.

These dreams started about 7 years ago. At that point, he has been gone for almost 15 years. No idea what triggered it. Why do I keep seeing him??

I was driving alone around London (Im American) in my lifted truck and was in an area that was full of casinos, like a little Las Vegas. I was in my truck but also driving in the casinos some how, almost like it was an indoor mall or sorts. I was driving out of this area and then was trying to go somewhere else. I remember chunks of rural areas and a freeway. For some reason I seemed to be lost and I pulled over and was walking and I remember feeling slightly apprehensive. I walked through some wet grass and a ditch and ended up at a super redneck house. This place was falling apart and a group of hillbilly folks were there drinking outside. I said hello and one of the ladies instantly pointed and said Texas! Im still in London and these British rednecks were shocked to have an American here. We sat and talked for awhile and eventually we ended up inside. One of the ladies (not the one that said Texas) seemed mildly interested in me and I felt the same, but didn't know if she was taken. The males were watching some super heavy metal DVD of themselves playing a show. I said I had a copy of one of my shows and a pulled out a clear see thru DVD and played it. It started with a super fuzzy shot of me holding an acoustic guitar and about to start a set. Instead of me singing, my face changed and morphed from face to face like some weird animation. It was still my face but mostly my mouth and nose were 'shifting'. I was talking as the changes happened and then I remember wondering if these guys think my music was going to be terrible.
Not sure exactly what happened next but we were all going to go to bed. Somehow now a friend of mine who is a pastor was present and he took one of the rooms to sleep in while I was on the couch. We woke up the next day and all the people were gone and only a note was left. I can't remember what it said, but I felt like it was from one of the ladies I was interested in and written to me. The last thing I remember was getting dressed and my pants were super loose and came up to my chest, really weird. I also remember feeling embarrassed because I was still getting dressed when my pastor friend came out of a hallway from his room by me and he was already dressed.
I woke up and went to the restroom, only to go back to sleep and the dream continued somewhat, except my friend the pastor was now giving me grief counseling and I am unsure of our location. I was telling him how I felt about some tragedy (not really sure what) and said things like empty, painful and words that I can't remember right now but meant extreme pain from a horrible loss and trying to deal. That's all I remember.

Any input or feedback would be appreciated and thanks for reading!

I just woke up and I want to post it here before I forget about the details of my dream.

I dreamt about my boyfriend being distant to me, and then it jumped to him cheating on me with a woman I think a colleague or someone related to his work? Because of how she talks and presents herself.

I caught them in a restaurant dating with the woman’s family, but I didn’t confront them. Instead, I went home and messaged him and he broke up with me. I cried and cried, then I informed my father. I vividly remember what I told him while sobbing “Dad, we broke up”, and “not this again” because he (my father) cheated on my mom.

I, then on my way home, I saw them kissed through the restaurant’s glass window while they were with her family. I went to them and I sat beside the woman’s mother, shaking her hand and introducing myself emphasizing my family’s surname. He (my ex-bf) and the woman was not pleased and interrupted me saying that my ex was drunk and they need to go home.

Unexpectedly, fireworks started — I was afraid of fireworks. He just sat there and looked at me.

My dream again jumped and I was home, crying my eyes out… contemplating whether I remove our pictures and relationship status on facebook. Then it jumped again, I was at their house about to return his stuff when I woke up from my dreaming and started crying.

LOL WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS. It’s giving kdrama even though I don’t watch drama movies/series.

So for context I normally have pretty vivid dreams and remember them,
and if I’m aware enough of a dream that it’s not real I normally start lucid dreaming.

I woke up at 3 and fell back asleep but I was having a hard time falling asleep and eventually I did. I had a normal vivid dream til it transitioned to me in my kitchen. Which happens all the time my dreams also transition randomly to different ones throughout the night. But in my kitchen I think I was just cleaning or something and start staring at the window and to myself I’m thinking huh nothing is real is it? Is everything simulated?

I’m a definite believer in nothing is truly real and it’s not completely like everything is a computer simulation but I definitely do think “real” isn’t a real thing. Anyways when this happens I normally start lucid dreaming but this time after I thought to myself everything is simulated I start fainting like fully falling to the ground. I fell into my stove technically but I didn’t feel the impact it’s like it was transparent and I fell through. My ears start ringing and making these static noises which has never happened and I tried staying awake because I thought I was dying or something. My eyes start closing and when they open again I’m in my bed. I could barely keep them open but I was like oh ok weird but my ears are still making that sound. A tingly(?) sensation starts at the edge of each side of my body like starting at the edge of my arms/ legs (like longitude if that makes sense???) and then travels across my body til it meets perfectly in the middle of my body. I am so freaked out I can’t get up but like two seconds later it happens again. My ears start ringing and the same tingling sensation. As this occurs and the tingling is going over my body and the ringing in my ears I’m like ok I’m definitely dying or having a seizure. I can’t keep my eyes open and they’re fluttering. It stops again once it meets in the middle and then I start moving around and am back to normal. What the HELL was that??? I know sleep paralysis occurs but the few times that has happened to me it’s been nothing like that. Has anyone else experienced this???? I keep thinking I switched realities or some shit but what the actual HELLLLL

i know this may seem crazy, but i've been journaling my dreams for 4 years now and kept running into the same problem. and i noticed some patterns being shaped during some periods of time depending on the current situation of my life. Does anyone had a diary or journal for their dreams ?

So recently i've been experiencing the "weird" dreams, and it been the same exact dream for several nights/sleeps, so it started with me waking up from my bed (in my dream not irl), then i don't clearly remember how, but after that i arrive in weird house/building (more like backrooms, it's very liminal space, but all the wall & floor was white-greyish color), and inside there, i seen several weird stuff like people doing weird ritual, people walking & slamming their body againts the wall, then it getting more weird as far i explore each room/space, i see bunch butcher like in slaughter house, but they aren't butchering the "normal meat" (iykwim), and as i pass them/the room, they kinda like gave smirk looks to me, and in the end to my journey, some "people with blurry face" lining me up with other people to enter the hole (it's like ventilation hole, but inside of the hole was white color silk instead of normal steel) and as i enter the hole, suddenly i passed out, and wake up like in the beginning, and the dreams continue to loops on several times, before i completely wake up to real life.

Okay, so, I just woke up (currently 1:41 am) and as silly as it sounds, am hiding under my blanket and crying because of the dream I just had.

Basically what happened: Me and my friend, who we'll Jim (obvi not his real name but yknow) were at this park that I live across the street from. No clue why he was there, he lives in a different town, but whatever. Some sort of siren went off, which I guess it was a fire alarm cause both mine and my friends first instinct was to get somewhere high and somewhere that wasn't wood. My friend was coming down from being on the roof of the small building there (dunno why he was up there to begin with) and was walking toward me. There was then this police officer (?) making a literal PSA on a very loud megaphone. I don't remember specifically what he said, but he yelled at me and my friend to get home and mumbled something about non-humans. So, my friend went wherever he went, and I went home. Luckily for me, my parents were just getting home as well. I was the first to the door (we live in like a house trailer thing?) And there was a black cat in there. Mind you, we don't have a black cat. My mom said something like 'Yea, that's not her', assuming she was talking about the fact the cat was our own. The 'cat' then ran outside, but not before approaching my dog, who had been standing by feet after I opened the door, to PERFECTLY mimic him in literal seconds. It eventually ran away. After that we went inside and then I guess there was a time skip or something cause we were at my uncles house (he doesn't even have an actual house irl btw). He and my mom were talking about the whole 'things that copy people looks and stuff'. I don't know if it was specifically like a doppelganger or something else though. I, on the other hand, was quite literally shaking and covering all the windows in the room with heavy blankets (I also covered the mirror for some reason. I almost sobbed at my own reflection). My grandma walked in, which didn't strike as odd because my uncle is living with her at the moment. She and my mom talked about how I usually stay home alone while my mom went to work, and I repeated at least 5 times that I did NOT want to be alone anymore. And then, for some odd reason, my grandma started telling me a story about how it started to begin with. Something about some sort of painting being covered constantly and then the owner sold it and whatnot. I don't know, it was weird.

Anyway, I woke up after that and I don't think I've ever felt fear in my life until now cause HOLY MOLY. I've been under my blanket for almost half an hour because I'm too scared to look at my room (both of my windows are open and my door doesn't look). I also tarted crying while writing this just trying to think back on it. But yea, my nights going great! 💔

For years I’ve been having the same recurring dream, and I honestly don’t know how to explain it properly.
It feels like I’m living another life when I go to sleep. In the dream, I’m fully aware of everything going on and I have what almost feels like a different “version” of myself. It’s first-person, and I experience it like real life—thoughts, emotions, conversations, everything feels completely natural and like it’s actually happening to me.
While I’m in it, I know the people around me and everything feels familiar. I can feel emotions strongly depending on what’s happening, like normal interactions, conversations, or just being around others. But when I wake up, I can’t remember their names or faces clearly. I just know that while I was dreaming, I did.
What’s even stranger is that every time I go back into the dream after not having it for a while, it feels like time has passed there without me. Like I “resume” in the middle of a life that continued even when I wasn’t there. At the same time, it doesn’t feel like I missed anything—it just feels normal, like that’s how it’s supposed to work.
I’m fully aware I’m dreaming while it’s happening, but I don’t really have control over it. It just plays out.
I also daydream a lot during the day, and sometimes it feels like the same “world” continues in my head. It’s usually just conversations—no visuals—but I can hear them clearly like thoughts, and they can be really emotional. I’ve had to stop myself from reacting or smiling in public before because of it.
The weird part is I only “know” these people while I’m in that dream state. When I’m awake, they’re completely unfamiliar to me, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in real life.
I don’t really know what to make of it. It’s not scary—just really strange and kind of fascinating. It honestly makes sleep feel like I’m living a second life.

i (24f) have had snake nightmares since probably middle school. it’s not constant but every now and then i get them and wake up fully panicked and paranoid that a snake will be in my bed or something. examples of dreams

- being at the beach with a family member and snakes literally COVERING the ground slithering around
- being chased by a cobra/viper (dont remember exactly)
- snake being in my bed

the nightmares have been so persistent and disturbing that i actually developed a deep fear of snakes. i never minded them before as i had held/pet domestic ones before and otherwise never thought of them but now the sight of a snake slithering in the street while im in my car is enough to have me anxious and shaking for like half an hour afterwards.

similarly i have also had quite a few nightmares about leeches.

what are people’s thoughts on intense snake nightmares? especially with how persistent they have been for over a decade now

Hi, I’m looking for insight from people who understand dreams, psychology or spirituality.

My grandfather passed away in 2017, and for years I’ve had occasional dreams about him. Recently, they’ve become more noticeable. The dreams are always very short and normal, like him sitting and talking, watching TV with my baby cousin, or me joking with him near a temple. Nothing emotional or scary happens.

What confuses me is that we were not very emotionally close. I cared about him, but I didn’t grieve very deeply when he passed away, and growing up I honestly didn’t even like him that much because he was often angry and arrogant.

So why would someone I wasn’t deeply attached to keep appearing in my dreams after so many years? Are recurring dreams like this usually just random memory processing, or can they have some psychological or spiritual meaning?

I dreamt about standing at a vegetable shop. I think my mom was looking at vegetables ,i couldn't remember correctly then that shop vender comes with a bundle of freshly plucked corns and tied it with a sack. my dad (who is no more) told me to take that bundle and carry it. After he told me he went away. Then when I tried to take that bundle , it has two finger sized woolly caterpillars above the sack. I complained to my mom about how can I pick it. Then the vendor says it was nothing and picked it up ,the caterpillars died as he squeezed them without noticing it .After a moment ,he put that down and went inside his shop as it starts to itch and sting because of the caterpillars.

I thought that thank god I didn't picked it up.

I really want to know the meaning of this dream.