Dreams involving conflict typically symbolize unresolved issues or tensions in one's waking life. The conflicts in these dreams often manifest as battles, arguments, or confrontations with other individuals, entities, or even oneself. The nature of the conflict can vary greatly, ranging from physical altercations to verbal disputes. These dreams may reflect feelings of frustration, anger, or a desire for change. They serve as a metaphorical representation of the internal or external conflicts that individuals may be facing. The dreamer's emotions during these dreams and the resolution (or lack thereof) of the conflict can provide insight into their current emotional state and the effectiveness of their coping mechanisms. It is essential to consider the various elements present in the dream, such as the people involved, the location, and the outcome of the conflict, to gain a deeper understanding of its meaning. Exploring the emotions experienced before, during, and after the conflict will also aid in interpreting the dream's symbolism. Overall, dreams featuring conflict often serve as a reminder to acknowledge and address any unresolved issues or tensions in one's waking life, emphasizing the importance of finding healthy ways to manage conflict and maintain harmonious relationships in both personal and professional spheres.
![This all came out as one big dream:
Everybody was out at Ma Watkins' house, TT, auntie trena, May May, Mama, Uncle Harry, Mama Watkins, and I; It was me, Tt, May May, and Auntie Trena sitting in the den watching TV. I was sitting on the far left side where the chair used to be. (Skip forward a little bit) Auntie Trena was using the house phone when the phone started low battery beeping, it was like that triggered something throughout the atmosphere of the house. (I think at this time [from my recollection] TT, had said something (either in General or to May May, and possibily Auntie Trena) about the phone because TT eneded up being the first one to be upset, and after that point that went things started going left.
So after that point, we (with the exception of May May who I think had left) had all went to the living room. It was me, Mama, Autie Trena, & TT and Uncle Harry in the living room sitting and talking. It was fairly cool for the most part until we got ready to leave. (Now since it has left my memory that rapidly [and now that im thinking about it it may be a combination of both altercations I've had with Uncle Harry, both, the incident with mama, Uncle Harry, Auntie Trena & I, and the one where TT was there]). We were getting ready to exit the living room and apparently Uncle Harry had made a nasty remarks either to or at Auntie Trena, because upon exiting the livingroom, I had made the comment along the lines of "Well maybe if you were to [essentially] treat your wife better maybe [there] wouldn't be so many problems. (Even after I said what I said, she had that surprised look from me saying that, but she shook her head in agreement.) Of course, he didn't take too kindly to that, and he started cussing at me and then proceeded to try to come after me and try to start heading in my direction. In the grand scheme of things: as I was stepping back into the den, he came out (as fast as he could) from he living room trying to get to the den, but once I turned around, I picked up the top to the punch bowl that used to be full of candy and everything. He saw me and he stopped.
Later on in the dream, everybody kinda fizzled out from the house to the outside (this was later in the evening after the sun went down. I was in the back yard by myself and on the other side (im sure it had to be the front, but from the look of the distance, it could be accepted that they were possibly across the street as well) was TT, & May May (and I think mama; I think I might have been taking out the trash or (or something along those lines). Not too long after I saw them across that, I saw TT start running yelling "MAMA!! MAMA!!", the rest of the girls followed behind her. I had ran as well, but when I ran (mind you I was still in the backyard), I passed about 2 other houses, and then ran to this section where it was like a pedestrian overpass, because there was quite a few people hanging out up there and chilling. Once I had got over there I could (and kinda couldn't see where TT and them and ran to)](https://flask-aws-demo.s3.us-east-2.amazonaws.com/uploads/bb86e430-77ed-45ee-bf48-9346febfd54a.png)
![My father had to go to (Mexico?) some far away land to save (my mother or a situation). I urged him to hurry. He probably would not have gone if it had not been for my pleading as he was on the fence and still deciding. I ran through the back yard and into the house from the back. My father used the front door. He scrambled to get everything he needed. I watched him, my heart racing. Right before he left he said “if you need a bigger house key it’s right behind here.” And he pointed to behind the TV stand. I was a little confused since we only have the regular sized house key that’s on the key holder. I put it out of my mind because the entire situation was so highly charged. My father had a long journey ahed of him.
A very sketchy guy, not necessarily evil just bad news guy, took advantage of the absence of people around me & stopped by immediately after. I knew this was some bad news. He’s always up to something. He was asking about some key. He said he needed a key. I was confused, but I didn’t want to let him know. So, I did my annoyed look & slow walk back into the house & grabbed one of the keys from the key holder.
When I brought it to him, he was very angry with me. He thought I was messing with him. He told me that I knew what he was talking about and to give him the red key. Something clicked in my mind. I went to go get the key from behind the tv stand. And just as I went through the door back into the house (we’re talking on the porch the whole time). A tall white man with grey-white streaked hair. His hair was longer, stopped just after it reached his neck. The hair was slicked back. I walked backwards back to the porch. The man slowly walked to the porch. There was a darkness about this man. He was carrying scissors the size of ribbon cutting scissors, but it was all covered in red dripping wax. He asked my sketchy “friend,” is this the scissors you were looking for. He said nothing.
The man walked toward him. He was talking about something about the key, maybe the power of it? The history? The consequences? I don’t know something. I tuned out everything he was saying. My eyes and focus were solely on these red scissors.
Everything went so fast after that. I was to use these scissors with this man. As we were both hold each side of the scissors, the man looked at my sketchy guy that always bothers me, but who I shall call “friend” for time’s sake. As he looked at him, the man started to guide me toward him, as well. The man was looking toward my “friend,” but his next words directed toward the both of us. He was saying how the cut must be swift & [deep & thorough(?)]. And just before he finished that sentence, the scissors were already around the sketchy guy’s neck. My eyes were wide, my body full of fear. I did not let go. My emotions were frantic borderline hysterical. My eyes darting between the two. Seeing the fear in my sketchy “friend’s” eyes & the menace & vindictiveness in this man’s eyes. The only comprehensible thought in my mind was that my sketchy “friend” wanted to die.
I still did not let go. My hands glued onto those scissors. He shoved an ancient looking scroll contract into my “friend’s” face & said that he knew he could not do this alone. I looked at the contents of the contract. The words were in cursive, was a thick, deep, dark font. The very first sentence was two lines. I only caught glimpse but two words were underlined “mortal” & “immortal” (or it could’ve said “death”). It was saying something about how only the two could use the scissors together for it to work. But the man removed the contract just as swiftly as he brought it out & I could not see all that it entailed. We were just about to go through with the cut, my “friend’s” eyes were in full i look panic, the dream stopped & I woke up.](https://flask-aws-demo.s3.us-east-2.amazonaws.com/uploads/3881d6dd-d925-4209-93f4-d0a9e47a66d5.png)
![I had a dream that I was trapped in a hospital elevator with my dad, and we were talkibgg normally. Then, when we had to move out luggage alonh with the other guests, he got mad at me and yelled at me whenever I tried to help, always telling me that I should be submissive like a [true woman], and that 'your help is useles'. I remember that I started to cry, but he only yelled at me more. It was at this point that passerby began defending me, and this got my dad to shut up for a while. I then felty happy as I started to move stuff in peace. We eventually got free from the elevator, and my dad was incensed that they defended me, but he was ultimately defeated as we accomplished our mission. Next thing I knew, I was back in the car with my dad, and we drove along an empty night road. We eventually crashed, and then he got impaled in the face by rebar following the accident. I wasn't scared at all, more happy than anything, as I woke back up into the real world.](https://flask-aws-demo.s3.us-east-2.amazonaws.com/uploads/45803e72-5be9-48d7-b74c-b63f3e413957.png)
