Humankind has been trying to solve the mystery of dreams for as long as they’ve existed. Today there is even a special discipline in the study of dreams called oneirology. Those who prefer the esoteric side of things over science love to interpret their dreams according to various dream books and believe that they can predict the future. But psychologists think that dreams accurately reflect our current condition and that our subconscious tries to tell us something important via dreams from time to time.
We at Bright Side have learned that there are dreams that are common for all of us. Each of us sees these types of dreams every now and then. These dreams are caused by our ancient instincts, a cultural code, the experience of our ancestors, and personal experience. A psychologist and an expert in the field of dreams, Patricia Garfield, calls them “universal dreams” and says, “Like a hearty stew that is rich with local produce, the universal dreams differ among different peoples, but they are all nourishing variants of the same wholesome meal. They are as old as humanity and as widespread as our globe.”
1. Falling
In adulthood, we see falling more often than flying. According to the psychologist Ian Wallace, a dream about falling symbolizes the fear of losing control. You can’t control something in your life anymore because some drastic changes that you were not ready for took place in your life. Think about what sphere of life (work, relationships, finances, health, etc.) you feel most suppressed or vulnerable in as well as the ways to correct it.
Some scientists explain dreams about falling with simple physiology. As the body is sinking into sleep, the nerve system starts to calm down, your blood pressure and heart rate decrease and your falling asleep brain (especially if it was overwhelmed during the day) can perceive this physiological change as danger or an approaching death and therefore, makes you wake up suddenly.
The opposite version of this dream is flying which signifies freeing oneself from some hard burden and getting the desirable freedom.
2. Teeth that fall out and injuries
Our subconscious interprets teeth as an indicator of strength, and an ability to “bite off” a piece of the world. “Perhaps, you have recently been feeling unarmed and helpless in the real world,” Penney Peirce explains.
Patricia Garfield, another expert who’s studied dreams for many years, connects dreams about teeth falling out with hidden anger. As a rule, when we suppress anger, we clench our jaw, and our teeth might start to creak and grind. This dream might be signaling that it’s high time to get rid of negative feelings.
We often have dreams where someone close to us is wounded or sick. Those dreams cause consternation; however, from psychology’s point of view, things are not that bad. It’s simply our fears of the future and inevitable changes with those close to us. If you see your own death, it means that some part of you is dying and staying in the past to give space to something new.
“Opposite” dreams about birth and recovery usually appear when something new is taking place in a person’s life (like a new job or project) and symbolize a new experience.
3. Failure at an exam or public performance
You’re about to take an exam and suddenly realize that you don’t remember anything or you can’t say a word when standing in front of a big crowd. These dreams might be experienced not only by students and school kids but also by people who have graduated a long time ago. It’s likely that you had some stress shortly before going to sleep or was extremely worried about something. In this case, it’s better to take a short break and relax.
4. Being chased or persecuted
Such dreams have several different meanings. An expert in the field of dreams named Lauri Loewenberg says, “People that tend to avoid conflict, who are afraid of ruffling feathers or causing issues will have the recurring dream of being chased.”
Pay attention to the thing chasing you — they symbolize an unpleasant feeling or situation that you try not to think about in real life. It can be debt or addiction. Are you chased by a person you know? Think about what or who you associate this person with. They might indicate some other person or even a part of your personality that you don’t want to admit (like a hidden talent or aspiration) in your dream.
There’s also a theory saying that dreams about running away from someone are simply the echoes of primitive instincts that are in our genes thanks to our ancestors. All because they were constantly running from predators.
5. Inappropriate clothes or an absence of any
In your dream, you turn up in a public place wearing inappropriate clothes or not wearing anything at all. In this situation, it’s important to pay attention to the feelings you encountered in your dream. These dreams are usually followed by a feeling of shame and embarrassment.
Psychologist Ian Wallace notes, “It means that you feel vulnerable at your new job or in your new relationship and are afraid that others will learn about your weaknesses and disadvantages.” However, if you don’t feel any shame in your dream but instead feel proud of yourself, the dream has the opposite meaning. Perhaps you feel a lack of recognition and admiration and would like others to see your talents as well as your personality more.
6. A catastrophe or an apocalypse
We’ve all dreamed about natural or man-made disasters where we’re scared for our own lives and the lives of those close to us. These dreams might indicate personal problems that have gotten out of control or are a result of feeling threatened by something. Of course, constant messages in the media about catastrophes and terrorist acts worsen the situation. As a result, we start feeling vulnerable in the modern world.
Sometimes, when having a nightmare, we try to shout out loud but feel that our voice has left us, which causes an even bigger fear. Psychologists explain it as sleep paralysis. During the last phase of sleep, when we have dreams, our brain purposefully paralyzes the body so that we can lie still and not “live” in our sleep by running, jumping, etc. People who have sleep paralysis usually wake up before the end of the last phase and enter a state between sleep and reality for a short period. This can be felt as an inability to move, speak, and, in some cases, breathe.
7. Faulty equipment or vehicles
You try to use some gadget or device, and it breaks right away. For example, your phone stops working, and you can’t call anyone. According to Patricia Garfield, these dreams are more often experienced by women and symbolize worries about relationships or losing an emotional connection with someone.
Dreams in which you’re trying to operate a vehicle that doesn’t work properly or breaks down are in the same category. You are likely missing support and can’t cope with a difficult life situation by yourself.
8. Pregnancy
As strange as it might sound, it’s not only women who can have dreams about pregnancy. A psychologist name David Bedrick says, “Pregnancy symbolizes something new growing inside us.” You subconsciously dream about “giving birth” to a new fascinating creative project. It can be anything from writing a book to repairing a house. It’s time to set a goal and show the world how you can take on this new role.
If you’re not pregnant in real life, you may be seeking fulfillment after having such a dream.
9. Being late
Dreams that have you running after a departing train or running late for an important meeting can occur quite often. According to a dream expert, Michael R. Olsen, they can symbolize the fear of missing out on something very important in your relationships or in the upbringing of your child, for example. If you’re constantly overwhelmed and don’t have much time to accomplish things in real life, your subconscious is signaling that it’s time for you to reconsider your schedule and free up time for really important things.
10. An unknown room
Dreams about new rooms are about self-knowledge. If you find yourself in an unknown house in your dream, it means that you don’t know yourself well and try to neglect some sides of your character. A separate unfamiliar room symbolizes that you have a hidden talent, skill, or opportunity that you don’t use.
A psychotherapist named Eddie Traversa thinks that we subconsciously associate some rooms with certain processes. A kitchen is a place where products get transformed into a finished dish which means that you’re currently going through some inner changes. A bathroom is a symbol of freeing oneself from unnecessary baggage. It might symbolize that it’s time to get rid of something that is not needed any longer. A bathroom is a symbol of cleansing and it means that you feel the necessity to clarify things or see them in a different light. A bedroom signifies the things that worry you in your romantic relationship.
Have you ever experienced any of these dreams or do you usually see something different? Please tell us about it in the comments!
A Mysterious Van Was Parked Across My House for a Month—One Night, I Heard a Baby Crying Inside
A mysterious van showed up across the street one day and never left. I told myself it wasn’t my business to snoop. But sometimes, the things we ignore are the ones meant to find us. I just didn’t know how much that van would change everything… until I heard a baby crying inside one night.
I’m Catherine, 32, a single mom to twin 13-year-old twin daughters… and someone who clawed her way up from nothing. People see my nice house in Willow Brook now and assume I’ve always had it together. They don’t see the terrified 18-year-old girl who once had nowhere to go.
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“Mom, we need more milk,” Phoebe called from the kitchen one Tuesday evening as I kicked off my heels by the front door.
“And can Jasmine come over this weekend?” Chloe added, not looking up from her phone.
I dropped my work bag with a thud. “Hello to you too, my precious dolls who I haven’t seen all day.”
The twins exchanged that look, the one that said they were humoring me, before both mumbling their hellos.
I smiled despite my exhaustion. My girls were growing up so fast… both with their father’s golden curls and my stubbornness. I’d done everything for them, and somehow, we made it.
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“Yes to milk, maybe to Jasmine!” I said, heading to the kitchen. “Let me get dinner started first.”
That’s when I noticed it through the window—a faded red minivan parked directly across the street. It was a strange spot. Nobody ever parked there.
“Hey girls, do either of you know whose van that is?” I gestured out the window.
Phoebe shrugged. “It’s been there since morning. Thought it was Mrs. Carter’s nephew visiting.”
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I frowned but let it go. In our neighborhood, everyone generally minded their own business… a policy I’d appreciated plenty of times over the years.
“Just seemed odd,” I said, turning back to the pantry.
But over the next few weeks, the minivan became a quiet obsession. It never moved. Nobody got in or out whenever I noticed. The windows were tinted just enough that you couldn’t see inside. I even asked Mrs. Carter about her nephew.
“Don’t have one,” she replied, squinting across at the mysterious vehicle. “Thought it belonged to your friend.”
“Not mine,” I said.
Days passed and the van remained.
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Sleep had been my enemy since the girls were babies. That night, exactly four weeks after I’d first noticed the van, insomnia hit hard again.
At 2 a.m., I gave up on sleep and decided a walk might help. The neighborhood was silent as I slipped out in sweatpants and a hoodie. The spring air held a chill that made me hug myself as I walked.
Thirteen years ago, I’d walked neighborhoods like this one… nicer neighborhoods where I didn’t belong. I still remember pushing a second-hand double stroller, desperately trying to get the newborn twins to sleep while I had nowhere to go.
“You don’t know how lucky you are!” I whispered to my sleeping street.
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I was rounding the block back toward home when I passed the minivan again and stopped dead in my tracks.
A cry—unmistakably a baby’s cry—was coming from inside.
I froze, my heart suddenly hammering. The cry came again, followed by a soft shushing sound. Someone was in there.
Before I could think better of it, I approached the van and knocked gently on the window.
“Hello? Are you okay in there?”
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Silence fell instantly. Then rustling. The side door slid open just a crack, and a young woman’s face appeared. She looked pale, exhausted, and absolutely terrified.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t call anyone.”
Her eyes were red and puffy. In her arms was a baby girl, couldn’t have been more than six months old. The little one was letting out the faintest, broken whimper.
“I’m not calling anyone,” I said, raising my hands slightly. “My name’s Catherine. I live right there.” I pointed to my house.
She hesitated, then opened the door a bit wider. The inside of the van was neat but obviously lived-in, adorned with a makeshift bed, a small cooler, and clothes neatly folded in plastic bins.
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“I’m Albina,” she finally said. “This is Kelly.”
The baby looked up at me with huge, dark eyes that were all too familiar. I’d seen those same scared, uncertain eyes in the mirror 13 years ago.
“How long have you been living here?”
“About a month. I move around…. and try not to stay in one place too long.”
The spring breeze picked up, and she shivered. That did it for me.
“Come with me,” I said. “It’s too cold for the baby out here.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. Just for tonight. No strings, no calls to anyone. Just a warm place to sleep and maybe a decent meal.”
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Albina looked at me like I was offering her the moon. “Why would you help us?”
I thought about giving her some line about being a good neighbor, but something in her eyes demanded honesty.
“Because thirteen years ago, I was you. And someone helped me.”
***
My kitchen felt too bright after the darkness outside. Albina sat rigidly on the couch, Kelly dozing against her shoulder as I warmed up leftover chicken soup.
“She’s beautiful,” I said, nodding toward the baby.
Albina’s face softened. “She’s everything.”
“How old?”
“Seven months next week.”
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I placed a bowl of soup in front of her. She hesitated, then shifted Kelly to one arm and picked up the spoon with her free hand. She ate like someone who hadn’t had a proper meal in days.
“Where’s her dad?”
Albina’s jaw tightened. “Gone. The second I told him I was pregnant.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Mine too.”
Her eyes met mine, surprised. “You have kids?”
“Twin girls. Thirteen now.” I smiled slightly. “They’re sleeping upstairs. Phoebe and Chloe.”
“Alone? Just you?”
“Just me. Always has been.”
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Albina looked down at her soup. “I don’t know how you did it with two children.”
“Barely,” I admitted. “We were homeless for a while. Living in my car until it got repossessed. Then shelters. Crashing on acquaintances’ couches. It was… rough.”
“That’s where I’m headed,” she whispered. “I had to leave my apartment last month when I couldn’t pay the rent. Dad left me this van when he died last year. It’s all I have left.”
She gestured to a small sewing kit on the table. “I make baby clothes. Sell them at the flea market on weekends. It’s not much, but…”
“But it’s something,” I finished for her.
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“I’m scared they’ll take her,” Albina said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. “If anyone official finds out we’re living in a van… they’ll say I can’t provide for her.”
I reached across the table on impulse and squeezed her hand. “It’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”
Sometime after midnight, my twins discovered our guests.
“Mom?” Phoebe stood in the kitchen doorway, looking confused. “There’s a baby in the guest room.”
Albina had finally fallen asleep, Kelly tucked beside her on the bed.
I sighed. “Come here, you two. We need to talk.”
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The girls sat across from me at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but curious.
“That’s Albina and Kelly,” I explained. “They needed a place to stay tonight.”
“Why?” Chloe asked.
I took a deep breath. “Because they’ve been living in that van across the street.”
Their eyes widened.
“Living there?” Phoebe echoed. “Like… actually living?”
“Yes. Just like we lived in our old car for a while after your dad left.”
The twins exchanged looks. We didn’t talk about those days often.
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“You never told us it was that bad,” Chloe said, her eyes downcast.
“You were babies. You don’t remember. And I’ve tried very hard to forget.”
“What happens to them now?” Phoebe interrupted.
I looked at these amazing young ladies I’d somehow raised despite everything and felt a certainty settle over me.
“Do you remember Ms. Iris?”
They both nodded. Ms. Iris was practically family and the kind older woman who’d given me my first real chance.
“She found me crying outside the diner where she worked. Two babies, no home, no hope. And you know what she did? She hired me on the spot. Let us stay in her spare room. Watched you two while I took night classes.”
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I looked toward the guest room where Albina and Kelly slept. “Someone did that for us once. Maybe it’s our turn now.”
The next morning, I called in sick for the first time in three years.
“You sure about this?” Albina asked, bouncing Kelly on her hip as I made pancakes. The twins had already left for school, surprisingly excited about our new guests.
“About pancakes? Definitely. About you staying here? Very much.”
“You don’t even know me.”
I flipped a pancake. “I know enough. I know you’re a good mom. I can see it.”
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Albina’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m trying so hard.”
“That’s all any of us can do.” I set a plate in front of her. “Now eat. Then show me these baby clothes you make.”
Her designs were beautiful and simple but unique. Delicate embroidery on onesies, handmade bonnets, tiny cardigans… all made with obvious care despite her limited resources.
“Albina, these are amazing,” I said, examining a tiny dress. “You should be selling these online, not just at flea markets.”
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She shrugged. “Online? I don’t even know where to start.”
I smiled. “Lucky for you, e-commerce marketing is literally my job.”
***
It’s been four years since that night. Four years since I heard a baby crying and found my past sitting in a minivan across the street.
Kelly often runs through my living room now, a whirlwind of curls and laughter at four years old. “Auntie Cathy! Look what I drew!”
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I’d tell her, taking the colorful scribble.
A little girl flaunting her drawing | Source: Freepik
One day, Albina visited with a laptop under her arm. “Guess who just got an order from that boutique in Vancouver?”
“No way! That’s international shipping now!” I high-fived her.
“Albina’s Little Blessings” has grown from a desperate mother’s side hustle into a thriving business. Albina’s handmade children’s clothes now ship nationwide, and she has three part-time employees helping with production.
They moved into their own apartment two years ago, though Kelly still has regular sleepovers with her “aunties” Phoebe and Chloe when they’re home from school.
Sometimes I look at Albina and can hardly believe she’s the same frightened young woman I found in that van.
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“You saved us,” she told me once.
But that’s not quite right. What I did was simple: I recognized myself in her story and refused to walk away. I broke the cycle that might have trapped another young mother in the same desperation I once knew.
That minivan is long gone now. Albina sold it last year and used the money to expand her business. But sometimes when I can’t sleep, I still find myself looking out my window at that empty spot across the street… the spot where everything changed.
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Not every cry in the night needs to go unanswered. Not every struggle needs to be faced alone. Sometimes, the kindness of a stranger is all it takes to rewrite a story.
And sometimes, the people we help end up helping us heal parts of ourselves we didn’t even know were still broken.
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