Okay, I'm 26 years old, single mom with 2 kiddos... I live in the R.G.V., Texas.
Last night I was dreaming that I was going over to the Mexican border going into Mexico. Once I was in Mexico. I can see a man on the right side with a BBQ pits cooking rats and trying to make me eat it. Then I heard a man scream and I looked around a big brown with black spot snake. It was around his neck choking him. About 3 men ran to help him and try to kill the snake. All this time the man that was cooking the rats was talking to me saying that I must eat the rat, I must eat the rat.. He was dresses all black and about in his 40's. He looked crazy, dirty, and he had flies all around him. I was scared and I just wanted to go home. So I started to walk back to the US.
I have been to Mexico before only during the day but this did not look like that. It looked really different, like if I was in China. There was big boats on the river and it was dark.
Once I was going back to the US. I felt something on my legs. When I pick up my pants from my leg area I saw 2 snakes, The snakes were wrapped around my ankles, one snake on each leg. I started to scream. Then a different man came up to me talking to me in Spanish. ( I do understand Spanish) He told me not to move or scream. He got both snake heads and pulled them away from me. He was not scary looking or anything just like a normal man around his 30's. I told him thank you and I ran to the border, I just wanted to go home. Once I got the area where U.S. Customs check us. The lady asked me if I was an American, I said yes. She wanted to see my passport and I couldn't find it on me. I started telling her where I lived and everything about me, that I am an American . Then she started to tell me I had to pay about $50.00 to go back home. I only had $40. Then a man took me to another room and told me to wait. I was alone in the room it looked like a lobby with large windows where I can see out where the U.S. customs where at. I hear lots of snakes and I see lots of snakes all around me. I stared to scram and ran to the lock glass door, No one can not hear me or see me. I started to cry and scream. Then the man who was cooking the rat was there with me and told me in Spanish . You must eat the rat and the snakes will leave you alone. I did not want to eat the cooked rat. So I got on the floor and started to pray to god. I could feel the snakes on my body and see the man standing right in front of me. I was just saying over and over. In the name of Jesus Christ I repent you. Then, After a while of me saying that I just woke up from my dream...
Does anyone know what that means? Please help.
Most dreams are messages from the subconscious mind. You are just processing daily thoughts, feelings and events in the dream.
Snakes can mean many things as a dream symbol. Sometimes they mean nasty people who would harm and betray us; sometimes they symbolize sex and the male appendage; sometimes snakes symbolize transformation of a high and spiritual level.
Rats are symbols of people who would betray us and sell us out.
Wrapped around your ankles indicates people who are keeping you from moving forward in life - holding you back.
Choking can symbolize repressed communication or holding you back.
I think that on a subconscious level you are processing your concerns about Mexico and the violent natures and low level actions on that side of the border. Untrustworthy people who will cheat you.
I asked before, but no one answered... please?
last night I had a dream that I was standing in a room what looked like a kitchen and this guy said "do you know how to say "eleven - 11" in spanish? I said no! then he said okay tell me what numbers do you know? so I started counting from "one to ten" in spanish and said this is all I know and he told me something and said this is eleven in spanish but I knew he was lying! but he read my mind and said he is not lying but when I wake up I should remember the number eleven and I said okay and the dream changed and I was in some wheat fields...
it was a really vast area, I was jumping and flying! but every time I would jump, I would go so high that it scared me I will get lost in the space or fall down and break every bone in my body (I get these dream every other day- ever since I can remember).
But this time when I jumped, I thought to myself "what is the worst that could happen, let's see" and I jumped so high that I hit the ceiling of the sky (it sounds crazy) so I clung to the sky and looked down, released my grip, and landed safely! I felt so happy that after all these years I could do it.
when I landed down, I saw a pack of white wolves standing there looking at me! and I thought to myself if I run they all will chase and tear me up so I started walking with careful but a steady fast pace... they all kept looking at me but this particular white wolf with really heavy fur, especially around his front legs and on around his neck like a lion and few grey stripes on his back running towards his legs started to follow me and he was howling and I could understand what he was howling "he was telling me to come with him" but he was not looking me in the eyes...
every time I would look at him, he would look away submissively with his tail between his legs! and it would make me lead to think that there must be a hidden agenda and this wolf is trying to walk me into a trap! but he just would not give up howling and walking restlessly in circles and asking me to come with him! I wanted to go with him but something was telling me to wait for something... but I woke myself up!
in my dream it was night and dark but I could see easily...
Okay I had dream that I was at school and this girl who I used to like told me it was are anniversery and she got me a t-shirt so I ran to my next class then when I opened the door I was falling off a building then I set on fire like the human torch and I startted flying around NYC then when I back to the building and when I went back Jessica Alba told me we had to go on some sort of mission so I told this girl I like know How I felt but she shot me down then I left as I jumped off the building to fly away I fond my self in my schools gym and It was a the valentines day dance and I was a bout to ask this girl to dance then suddenly sparks starting flying from the second level of the gym and everyone ran out side and after we got away from the building it exploded. What does It all mean
looking for songs to make the ones i love for christmas...
i am very carefully hand-picking these songs and i only have less than a month!
some of the songs i have picked already are:
anyway ~ martina mcbride
lesson learned ~ alicia keys
eveything ~ buckcherry
good enough ~ sarah mclahclan
just to name a few!
thanks so much in advance!
it was at school and this lady said the winner of the race will end up in the guiness book of world records (which is odd because no one can predict a world record) but regardless i raced and everyone was flying behind me and i was going super fast and it was a short amount of time
all of a sudden there are these steep hills i jump perfectly one after the other like stairs
and theres this girl in my spanish class on a bike cheating (only one against me this far in the race) and they take her out of the race and they give her a pink card of her time ( 3:14) at first i ignored the time when i thought about but hey it could be symbolic or whatever.
then i won and i get these pic of a brown rabbit thats apparently mine ( weird) and i wanted to tell everyone about my winning and i woke up dissappointed it was a dream!...
oh one more thing if this info matters while im racing this kid on a bike gets off his bike (hes not in the race) sets his bike in my path purposley so i would slow down
I NEED THE MEANING
stupid spanish homework
I've always dreamed of having a Hispanic family. I love my family but secretly have always felt out of place at home. Part of me is grateful that I wasn't abused or anything but I always felt different from them. My parents are profoundly American and I love them anyway but I always wished they would learn Spanish and I used to pray that my father would get transferred to Spain for his job so we'd all have to go live there. I remember reading about Hispanic countries and thinking that was where I really belonged and not the US.
I love Hispanic stuff and the Spanish language and I speak it like a native and I've always longed to come from a family where Spanish is spoken at home. I remember wishing I were Hispanic so I could marry a Hispanic guy.
I used to wish that there were a magic potion or spell that would make me Hispanic and that I could marry a Hispanic guy and go live in Mexico or Spain forever... that would be like my fairy tale.
Sometimes I crave companionship but I've been so disappointed. I've dated guys who knew how much I love Hispanic culture and how much it meant to have someone to talk to in Spanish but no one was willing to learn it. When a guy speaks to me in English I feel like I'm a bird and he's caught me and put me in a cage when I need to be flying free. I wish I could find someone who would learn Spanish because I've always wondered what it would be like to be married to a Hispanic and if the guy adopted the Hispanic culture it would mean so much to me.
I was wondering, if I had a boyfriend and he knew how much it meant to me, would he be willing to learn Spanish and speak only Spanish to me at home?
Is it possible to find an American guy who's more like a Hispanic (Mexican, Spanish, Colombian, etc.) guy? Would it be like being married to a Hispanic guy? Why has no one ever loved me enough to learn Spanish?
Why haven't I found someone who cares about me to learn Spanish... knowing how much it means to me to have someone to talk to in Spanish? It means the absolute world to me. If you love someone, doesn't it make sense that you'd do stuff to make them happy?
Ok last night i had a dream that i went to my hometown in mexico. In my hometown there are actually alot of spanish people from spain who live in that area. Anyways i went and stayed at my aunts hotel which is about 3 stories somewhat. Anyways i was walking as i looked and passed by many rooms. Then when i went into this room i noticed a blonde guy behind me telling me what am i doing here? I leave the room at once. I remembered in my dream i went with some friends (teens) to the mall and with that blonde guy. As i was walking i apoligized to him and he forgived about coming into his room. After that it kinda turn into a lovey dovey kind of dream. We established a relation with each other and my spanish friends were saying that he was in love with me and i was too. We did things together like chase each other around the mall and get in trouble.lmao it was like my dream was real life and he looked like a real person. Nothing magical like flying took place in my dream. So it was alittle realistic.
The 'dream' is part funny part disturbing.
First part of the dream (or rather nightmare in this part) I'm in my Spanish classroom sitting at my desk when suddenly I hear loud gunshots in the hallway, everybody in the room just freezes.
I hear another shot (it sounds like it's from a rifle) then I hear ppl screaming in other classrooms and somebody yell "Game time!"
I consider running out the door, but then I see the gunman approaching. I recognize him. He is a person who was in my speech class and ppl kinda made fun of him because he was a bit 'special needs' person? He comes into the classroom and open fire, I get down behind a rack until it gets quiet...
The second part of the dream: Now this is just weird. I'm in a bus, the bus is riding on a roller coaster, now get this...Bernie Mac is the bus driver. I'm not joking, Bernie Mac was driving a bus on a roller coaster and I was the only passenger. We ride the the bus until we fly off a cliff into a water fall.
End of dream.
Edgar Allen Poe's poetry is what I love most, but this particular poem, A Dream Within A Dream, has got me questioning... I don't know exactly what it means, do you?
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avowــــ
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sandــــ
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weepــــ while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?