Usually i would rather post dreams i have every night, but i dont always feel like jumping online first thing in the morning. The next few dreams i am about to post are from a while back. I have remembered these dreams very vividly and they always scare me. I feel that these next few dreams could mean something. I often dream of the end of the world, or the small fishpond in my backyard my dad built. So here are a few from about a year ago.
DREAM: I am in my house with my family, though my house is now a two story victorian house (way out of place) and we have a peach tree in the backyard that normally isnt there. We have the TV and radio on about a storm, a bad storm. We dont know what to do so i go outside thinking about a place to hide. I see the storm coming, its a mix of fire and tornado. I jump behind the fence as the storm waves over the house. Everything goes black. When i hear nothing i climb back over the fence and see everything but the fence and me has been destroyed. Almost aged 1,000 years. I hop down off the fence and land where there was once grass. I start to cry thinking of my family. When i open my eyes i notice the ground around my knees is alive and full of grass. I stand and turn to see our tree. I touch it and watch the dead branch come back to life, with a new green leaf. I think that this cannot be true, but as i start to touch other objects, they slowly become full of life again. I am Isis, the egyptian goddess of life, of rebirth. Then i wake up
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