Have you experienced dreaming of having lots of money or picking up lots of coins on the ground? I had this dream last night and I tried looking for the money in my pocket. I know it was only a dream, but it felt like it was real.

When I dream, I usually have pretty vivid ones. But there's 2 that I've had this year that still stand out pretty far above all other dreams I've ever had.

 

1st one was over the summer. In my dream, I woke up and everything appeared normal, my room and bed and all of that. I got on my phone and checked Facebook as I often do when I wake up, and see a post from my sister announcing that our mom had died last night and the memorial service was soon. I was shocked, I thought it was a morbid joke and there was no way that I was finding this type of news out from her over Facebook. So I called her to check, and she told me it was true, she'd had a heart attack while sleeping. A huge rush of sadness and missed opportunity and despair hit me and I sort've just crumpled to the floor and started sobbing.

 

Then I woke up, and I was still shaking and crying because it felt so damn real. Took a few minutes for me to stop and those feelings to disperse.

 

 

The other one was about a month ago. In this dream, it's as though the Rapture/Armageddon was happening. Hell on earth, slowly taking over and wreaking havoc. Apparently the Rapture itself had already happened, so everyone else left behind was presumably screwed. I was left behind (I'm not Christian so no surprise there) and I was making my way to the airport as it was where survivors/refugees were trying to group up to band together. Looting, zombies, demons, fire, all sorts of crazy stuff out in the world. I'm in a panic and feeling all alone because my GF is in Florida and cellphones and internet have stopped working, so I have no way to know what's becoming of her, and with so many people coming and going, it seems unlikely that I'll even be able to find any of my family, if they're even still here.

 

I make it to the airport and there's my dad (which doesn't make sense, he should be in FL but ok), so that's nice. Then I see my ex wife and my son riding up a glass elevator and I'm overcome with emotions. I'm so relieved and happy to see they made it here and that I can be with my son, but I'm so overwhelmed with sadness and anger that my son wasn't taken, he's only 4, he doesn't deserve the fate that we're all about to have cause we're just delaying the inevitable at this point. I run up to them and hug her, and then hug him so tight and start crying and telling him I love him and we're all together now. He's not really completely understanding what's going on. He knows something big is going on but he doesn't understand the full scope of it and still thinks he's a superhero and that me and him can stop anything.

 

So we all start heading towards this part of the airport where I guess a spaceship had been constructed, the idea being that we'd blast off into space and escape this hell and hopefully someday find a better place to live. The rest of the refugees who didn't come start making a huge ruckus behind us in the distance, sounds like trouble. Then our path is diverted due to collapsed building stuff, I don't think the space ship ever got to take off anyway.

 

We come out to an airfield and this helicopter comes down, being piloted by the most "Dude bro" type of guy you can imagine, like 100% stereotypical American College Frat Boy. He's not the best pilot, but he's managing. This is a big helicopter, pretty much helicarrier sized. Him and a couple buddies on it are looking for new people to bring to their community, but only people who have stuff they need. Somehow, I have weed in my pocket so I offer it up and that gets me, my ex, and my son a spot on the helicopter. I have no idea what happened to my dad, he just sort of vanished. Maybe he got raptured.

 

So he takes off, flies up, and we're getting a sky high view of everything. It's bad. Total destruction, anarchy, buildings collapsing or crashing into each other, fires, screams, just awful stuff. These guys have a big house somehow set up on top of a silo-looking building, with just barely enough room in front of it for the helicopter to land without hitting the house. This guy can't pull off the landing though, and we crash, knocking down this silo-building, the house, another building right next to us, and it's like a domino effect. People start falling out of the helicopter and the house, and all I can think to do is grab my son and pull him next to me. My ex slides out of the helicopter, I can't do anything to save her and she's gone. Me and my son go tumbling out, I'm holding him against my chest the whole time.

 

Thankfully we don't fall a fall distance, we just fall little ways and keep bouncing off stuff and I take the damage as I protect him. We finally land on the ground, alone. No one else is around us, I'm hurt but alive. I ask him if he's ok and he says "I'm ok daddy". I have him sit next to a wall and I get up, full of rage and even hatred, and start yelling at the sky, unleashing a massive rant against God that was built around the fact that my son is innocent, he's 4 years old, he doesn't deserve this fate. It's fine if that's mine, I get it, but no child deserves this and if He was any sort of God at all, he'd take him. I cursed at God a whole bunch during this tirade. When I got finished, I turned around and my son was gone. I felt hollow and sad, but also relieved that it appeared he'd been Raptured finally. I called out to the sky one more time and said "Daddy loves you very much, you be good with mommy. I love you." and that was it.

 

 

I woke up pretty shaken after that one. Really rattled me all day. Apparently my son had a dream that same night that led to him asking for me in the morning because he wanted to make sure I was ok. He said his dream involved me fighting a monster to protect him and I got hurt. How odd.

Wow, those dreams were really vivid that you can still write the details here for us to read. It is like a script for an episode of the "The Last Ship".

 

I had a similar dream, but I was lucky to be part of the group that went to paradise. I wasn't expecting that kind of paradise because it was like a place where we became laborers to build magnificent buildings.

I often have dreams when I am asleep, but the best dreams that I have are my daydreams. Particularly when I am at work I start to daydream about a better life that I could have. The dreams usually revolve around having a better job than the one I have at the moment, which is working in a supermarket.

 

I think for 2019 I am going to have to try to make my dreams a reality. I am going to start studying, and try to get a better job than the one I have at the moment, otherwise I am just going to daydream my life away.

@Zack T, those were incredible and scary dreams. I wouldn't want to have a dream like that as I might not wake up. I also had dreams in which I was already dead and seeing myself in the bed where I was lying.

That's wild Revenger, that'd freak me out for sure :|

Indeed. The hard part is waking up because I know it is just a dream, but I couldn't help myself from waking up. It is like similar to a dream where you felt like you are falling and there is no ground to fall on to.