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Before I went to bed, I had millions of thoughts running in my head, I was concerned for my grandfather who was hospitalized due to multiple organ dysfunction. He was very serious and all I had in my head was the fear of losing him. It was really difficult for me to close my eyes and these thoughts kept running in my mind for hours. When I slept, I had a dream about my best friend who had passed away 1 year back. His name was Saif, a tall, skinny guy with a whitish skin complexion and a heart full of love for his closed ones. He died in an accident on his way to his math tuition from home. That accident caused him to die on the spot, his hand literally got separated from rest of his body and so did his leg. Coming back to my dream, I was sitting in a movie theatre with my cousin gang and the theatre screen was black and blank.. We kept on shifting seats and then finally managed to find the perfect seats and sat their comfortably until I got a call on my phone. It was Saif’s mother she asked to take a taxi and come to the hospital. I rushed leaving behind my bag, got a taxi for myself and asked the driver to take me. Then out of nowhere, I could see Saif sitting beside me. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a black jeans and black shoes as well. His hand was bleeding from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers and at some areas, his flesh underneath was visible. I still remember his exact words which said “Mehroze, see how badly I am injured, its hurting so bad” in my mother tongue, Urdu. I tried to console him all long and asked him not to worry and said that I was right there with him. Then my eyes kept zooming towards his injured hand and just like we zoom in pictures from our phone. Then out of nowhere I was standing in the hospital along with my family. My grandfather was lying on bed and my dad, my dad’s brother, his sister, my grandma and my favorite cousin brother and sister were standing around him. We were worried for my grandfather. We were crying looking at his condition. My grandfather also had Alzheimer’s. He said ‘I want to go home, this is not my home’ and my dad in return replied saying something which I don’t seem to remember and then my grandfather said something in return too. What was strange was that, my grandfather was not the same in my dream. The man whom I saw in my dream was a short, hefty, fair man with a long white beard and hump back. He was wearing greyish blue clothes and was totally opposite of my grandfather who was tall, thin and white. Then I remember myself walking all the way to Saif. He was admitted in the ICU and I saw him lying there with his oxygen pipe from the window pane. Then I woke up. Feelings: When I woke up I was really scared and worried. I recalled my dream and wondered what it meant. It wasn’t usual for me to see Saif in my dream since he had passed away. At the same time I was worried for my grandfather. Before I could do anything else. I got off my bed and stood up to pray both for Saif and my grandfather. I knew I had already lost my best friend and I didn’t want to lose my grandfather. I was crying in prayers and I was constantly worried.
2017-02-25 05:35:57
For the past 2 day's I've had similar dreams. They are both different, but the same thing happens in some shape or form. In the first dream, I was with a choir. It was a big day for us. A big performance was coming. Before the performance, though, we had to sing while someone took pictures. I remember my picture being awful, my mouth was open way too much. All most in an unnatural way. And then we individually sang a song. But I didn't know mine. It was for a grade, so I would have to take it again sometime. Then I was on a roof. Kind of a balcony on the roof. A tall glass building. I'm guessing about 10 stories up. And a girl said it was time to retake it. She had a camera. For some reason, I didn't think I was supposed to sing that song, which I didn't know. And I remember a song in my head. In reality I've never heard of it. It was completely new and it sounded like it could be an extremely popular song. It was a pop song. And the lyrics were really good. I was going to sing the song, but then I suddenly forgot it. And I instead sang Sweet Escape. The girl interupted and told me I wasn't singing the right song. I remember in the dream feeling constant embarrassment. There was a lot more in the dream, that right now I can't quite recall, but that is all in the dream about the choir. In the second dream, I was back in time. I was, I'm guessing, around the 1930's. In reality I'm 15 years old. But for some reason in this time setting my mom was younger. I can't recall how younger. Anyways, I was in a school. I had gym. And I remember being rather unpopular... but that doesn't matter. Later on, I had a big choir performance. On stage, big crowd, lights out, everything was about to start. I was on the top row. There were only four other girls there with me. We were all on the left side. All the other rows were crowded, but there was a clearing in the middle. We were singing Ring Christmas Bells. For some reason, my voice was awful. I sang quietly because of it. It was out of tone and scratchy. At some point the girls and I on the top row were going to do a little routine. I didn't know about it, but I went along with it. I went on the other side. Me and one of the other girls were supposed to spin around each other. From this point imagine the stage from a side angle. The rows of the stage horizontal. She thought was supposed to go right and me left. But for some reason I knew I was supposed to go right. I was determined to stay on the right side. She kept on giving my a funny look. Obviously signaling for me to go to the other side. I didn't. We briefly bumped into each other before she went on the other side. At some point in the song, the choir was supposed to be quiet. I didn't know and continued singing the song. Rather quietly, still. But people heard and gave my funny looks. I stopped, embarrassed. Somehow, I managed to get in the row below. I noticed because when I looked up, I couldn't see the audience. The row below had lots of tall boys that I couldn't possibly see over. Nor could anyone see me. I was the only one at this row. I liked that the audience couldn't see me anymore, then I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. Now go back to viewing the stage vertically. I was still on the left side of the stage. On the right side, a row below me began a group of African Americans. They continued for another few rows. One of them was signaling at me. Trying to tell me to come to her, that she had something important to say to me. I knew her. I reality, I knew her from 6th grade. I was in a different school then. We weren't really close, I don't even remember her name. We were classmates. But in the dream she was a random girl. I didn't want to go to her though. I liked where I was, where no one could see me. Plus it was still in the middle of the performance. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself. And to get to her I would have to jump over a chair in the middle clearing. Yeah, there were chairs there, like the ones at movie theaters. And once I got to her the people would easily see me. There weren't any tall people in the row below her. I changed my mind, however, when a really tall African American girl sat in the chair in front of the one I was supposed to go to. I then went to her. At least once I got there no one would see me. From there the dream was a blur. I don't remember what she told me. Also, since my first big mistake in the performance, especially the little routine I messed up with the girl, our choir teacher would beat me. Like how teachers did to students back then. Even though I didn't see the teacher, I know what she looks like. I've never seen her in reality. She was an old, skinny, wrinkly lady. Her gray hair is back in a tight bun. She wore an old victorian black dress. Long sleeve and turtleneck. And she carried a teachers stick. The ones they used to hit children back then. And I just knew she was glaring wholes through at me backstage throughout the performance. There was a lot more in this dream too, but this is everything about the choir. In reality I do have choir. But I sing good and never had a bad experience with it. All the choir teachers I've had were real nice. I think these dreams have a more intense, abstract meaning behind them. Any dream experts out there? Please help.
2016-12-30 15:34:24
I'm at my mum's house and a girl(whose face I didn't bother to notice) was with me and we went back into the woods behind the house. We enter an old dilapidated mansion that, in my dream, I recognized from a previous dream. We are looking for something and come across these ghost children, whom beckon us to follow them. The house seemed familiar that I had dreamed about it before, except that they showed me a passage that I realized I hadn't noticed before. We enter the passage and it looks like concrete and the cylinder poles that you see in school hallways, and there are stairs going up and down. The children beckon us down and we go down the stairs into this large room that has debris from the ceiling everywhere. There is a very tall man sleeping on a chair with his feet perched on an ottoman. I realize that if he wakes I am unprepared to fight him. The girl and I run and he wakes. I hear him starting to follow us. Then we find ourselves back in my mum's house. Then, we decide to go back to the mansion, this time there is no man. But we come across three people. One man in a blue uniform, one man in a green uniform and a lady in a beige dress, curled short hair and a hat. I assumed in my dreAm they were from some war. They were looking for a treasure. In my dream I knew what treasure they were looking for because in a previous dream I remember where someone had it hidden. They didn't like our presence. They started shooting at us and we ran into a nearby trench before heading to my mum's house. I had a feeling I knew what they wanted and we (the girl and I) went back. They caught us and becAme friendly, I realized they were ghosts, so I I had the girl I was with take pictures of me with them, becAuse I knew no one would believe me. In the first picture she took, no one was there. Obviously, I thought, in dream because they're ghosts. Then the second picture had the man in the blue uniform with his arm around me and the man in the green uniform and the lady in the beige dress behind me. We then are in a different room. A dilapidated room with a bed and a dresser. I asked them, if they wanted to record a message to to their families? BecAuse I knew they were ghosts and I could find their families and play it for them. The lady declined and the man in the green uniform said "No, I will see them when they reach the other side". The man in the blue said yes. He said He had a message and wanted his family to know. While this was happening I was thinking, in dream, of the treasure they were searching for. Then I awoke
2016-11-18 08:21:17


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