Dream Interpreter AI™

"Haunted Dreams of Armageddon: A Descent into Anxious Prophecy"

My dream was of a place that has been a recurring place in my dreams for over 12 years (different places in the city, but the same city). The first thing I remember was being on a busy corner on the boardwalk, walking away from a corner bar and seeing people ride bikes and walk in the street. It was busy but I was getting away from the commotion and going towards the more quiet parts of the strip. I found Tristan and I shopping inside of a small antique store I frequent in my dreams, seemingly a safe space from the commotion, further away from the hustle and bustle of the boardwalk strip. Tristan is my long term boyfriend in my waking life of 8 years. I found myself looking at small baskets of handmade goods on shelves and eyeing a nice pair of handmade silver earring that were plate shaped and wrapped in hemp. They were notably beautiful and in a small turning case by the cashier. Things were a little too expensive and finances were tight so we left empty handed; Seeming to only stop in for the break of window shopping. We then wound up at a dollar general, together. We were getting off brand soda and chips for the party and saw a couple odd trinkets that were oddly placed and overly priced, such as a translucent plastic mini-tv that was broken and 70 dollars. There was a notion that a girl had been flirting with him that planned on being at the party to impress me, for some reason. I came dressed in white, and she came dressed as a sexy satan. I said "wow" outloud when I saw her, commenting on her beauty. She sat by another group smiling at me and as she laughed her face slightly became demonic. I thought to myself "wow she really plays the part.", sarcastically commenting on how I thought she really may have a demon. Getting uncomfortable due to this, but it not striking anyone else as odd, as the party is for armageddon, and thus, costume friendly, I decided to leave. I got a bad feeling that someone there was actually going to blow up the area, as there was a notion that there was oncoming warfare. Tristan didn't return to the party with me and I started to get anxious and want to collect my family to be together. I got up to leave and asked to use the host of the party's phone. After using it, I realized I didn't know Tristan's number by heart and just walked towards the exit with her phone just in case I needed one, since mine wasn't on me and was likely with Tristan. While leaving I stopped to grab my wolf cub, that was on top of a bunk bed that had other peoples puppies sleeping atop. Mine was the brother of a real wolf pup I used to have in my waking life, but no longer have. The pup I grabbed from the bed's name was Kelly. I remember someone telling me they had a wolf cub too and not believing them, especially since I could see all of the dogs. I grabbed Kelly and went towards the exit. 3 men were entering the party through a make-shift curtain haunted hallway, which really wasn't spooky, just blankets for mystery. I saw one dressed in all black with a cloak and I kind of recognized him as a friend from highschool. I asked him to please not wear that because I used to have really scary dreams about shadow monsters as a kid. I curled up into a ball and began to cry as he comforted me. I was escorted out to meet my Mother at the exit. She was going on and on about how she was going to get on the next flight to see my father who was states away. (The only other time this happened was when my mother moved in with me in my waking life, waiting for my dad to return from jail; I likely assumed this reason in my dream as to why they were separate). I told my mom that I don't think she's going on any flights soon. As I said it, an airline went down in front of us. My mom seemed to ignore this. I looked across the street in the distance at a tan 20~ story buildling with the top half missing its windows. Spray-painted across it read "The end is here, save yourself". This made me uneasy as I wondered why the top half was like that. If it was a bomb like what I was worried about (I had a feeling the host was sui-homicidal and was cynical enough to take us with her via bomb at an armaggedon party). From across the street my eldest son, Icarus ran up to me. I was glad he was safe but wondered who was watching him prior. I looked directly across the street at a building with a balcony much like a hotel, and there were 3 shelves with toddlers between 2 and 4 years old sitting, crosslegged. My youngest son, Velvett noticed me and leaned forwards slightly. This made me nervous as he was on the 2nd shelf, and 2nd balcony. I go to retrieve him. As I return to the building to look for Tristan and see if he had returned and I missed him, we ran into my father holding a collection of his things. This surprised everyone as we expected him to be further away, and not intending to meet us here. I remember looking at his things and assuming he would believe me with what I had to say. I looked up at him and my mother and began to cry out a whimpering, "I'm sorry, it's going to happen and I can't do anything about it. I can't stop it." My mom begins denying such going off on an unremembered shpeil about how it's not happening, maybe even mentioning something about Trump (which I dislike). My dad tries to stop her as he says, "yeah, but honey , that's our daughter." I cried out to my mom with tears in my eyes, wailing and throwing myself on the floor, "Why won't you believe me? I've never been wrong before! You know how many prophetic dreams I've had and they've all come true!" My mother quickly responds with, "yeah well this one didn't!" and I responded, "NOT YET!!" in desperation.