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I was in an untidy room full of books and papers but obviously a grand room with vintage furniture. An elderly lady came in and paid little attention to me though she acknowledged me and asked me my name which she addressed me by. I recognised her, she was the queen, no crown just an ordinary old lady and I spoke to her as Elisabeth and we got along, She then summoned tea and served it to me and we got along despite me being a republican. That is all I dreamed.

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.

So I had another dream. Obviously it was about him. I was at his house. It was a different house though. One with a million other rooms. I spent the night in his room while he wasn't there. And when he came I was being playful and I ended up on top of him. Then things got hot and heavy so I decided to lock the door in case someone comes in. And then when we were just about to get it on, his little sis she was like four years old, knocks on the door so he opens it. Takes her in his arms and plays with her. We didn't end up doing it. But before I even went to his room to see him. I was looking for it. I couldn't remember which room it was.i kept opening doors thinking it was his but they weren't. Then, I came to a door that I was sure lead to his room so I opened it. The person blocked the door from fully opening. And then he opened it. It wasn't him. It was this ugly chubby white guy. And then I went into the room and he was talking and all of a sudden he grabs me and tries to rape me. I scream for help and since I was near the door I tried opening it. Luckily, someone was with me t was up. I tried the whole time following me around. And she stood at the door and then she helped me get away. Once I got away I quickly ran and ended up at the door of his room. I remembered that it was this door that lead to his room. So, I opened it and he was there lying on the bed someone else was there. But they were irrelevant ATM. And I hugged him and he was happy also but I could tell he was wondering what was up. I was trying my best not to let him know what happened. And I kept hugging him and he held. And then I ended up looking at him and tears just came rolling down my eyes. And I buried my face in his neck and told him everything. He comforted me. And we ended up in the first half of this note.

I just dreamed that my husband and I just met our granddaughter and she was in a high chair and she was crying. My husband walked away from her and he was getting frustrated because she would not stop crying and it was getting on his nerves. He said to me "I dont know what to do she hates me and I said let me see her". Before I walked into the room to see her for the first time I asked my husband to go get me some vanilla ice cream and he came back with neopolitin ice cream ( the kind with the strawberry chocolate and vanilla in it) I carefully removed a tiny amount of the vanilla ice cream with a fork and walked up to the crying infant and introduced my self to her. I said " Hi sweetie. You dont know me but I am your Grandma, your mommies step mom. but you can call me gammy ok. I know I am a big stranger and you want your mommy she will be right back but please trust me I have something I think you would really like and I think it is ok for you to have that might be just what you need as I think you have some teethies coming in hun. I gave her the fork with the tiny bit of frozen white icecream on it and she waved it around in her chubby little hand and cried even harder so I realized that I had given her a fork instead of a nice safe small spoon and took the icecream off the fork and placed it on my finger tip and gently place it on he lips and then told her that I do not mean to be weird or anything but please let me feel inside your mouth real quick and when I did the bottom right gums had two teeth just breaking throught the gums. I was like "Aha I knew it !" and then gave her the icecream on a spoon and she cooed and smiled and stopped crying and then I asked my husband if we had any frozen Eggo type waffles in the freezer and I got one out and handed it to her and her chubby little hands reached out a grasped it and she eagerly began knowing on it and she was soo delighted. I remember telling her that that would help her with her teething pain for now till we can get the right stuff to help her. I remember telling my husband that the baby was not crying because she was trying to push his buttons and that he had to start thinking from the child's point of view not from an adults point of view to another adult and that he should not take it personal when she will not stop crying or does stuff like take a toy or her food and drop it again and again off the side of her chair every time she is given it. She is not trying your patience and doing it to make you insane or out of spite. She is just a infant and is always learning and we are learning with her. ( in real life my grandaughter is almost a year old now and my step daughter will be having another child in July this year. She doesnt talk to her dad or me and hasn't since she became pregnant with her first child and ran off to another state and married the biological father of her child. We never have seen the child or her since she became pregnant and left the state with the boyfriend now husband. We found out they married over the internet when her friend sent the photo of them married her showing off the marriage licesence and her ring with the husbands parents beside them all smiles. I have never dreamed of an infant and have never taken care of one as when my husbands daughter came to live with us she was 6 years old, She will be 20 in a couple of weeks now. I myself have never had a child of my own and am unable to have any myself. I have never dremnt of an infant before and I do not know how to take care of one and I hope that I did right in my dream as I am worried about the waffle as the little baby might be able to get a piece off of it and be unable to handle it and might choke now that I have had time to think about it. I can't shake this fear that I may have put the baby in harms way when I gave her obviously grown ups food. Thank you soo much for reading and I hope to get some kind of response some time anything would be appreciated.

I was living in a house with a family. They had 3 sons. One day these boys got a toy gun for a present. Obviously as kids do , they started playing with it. One of the brothers pulled the trigger and it turned out that it wasn't a toy gun , but a real loaded gun. He shot his brother who died on the scene. Instead of throwing or selling the gun , the parents just hid it on the top of the wardrobe so the 2 sons wouldn't be able to reach it. But some time later one of the sons saw the gun sticking up from the top of the wardrobe and managed to get it down. He must've thought again that it was a toy because he started to play with it again. He pointed the trigger at himself and pulled. He too has died instantly. The parents and I were devastated because there used to be 3 boys but now there was only one. I remember then seeing the dad sitting on the couch crying and spinning the gun in his hands. I started screaming and telling him to put the gun down so that nothing bad happens. But he was too devastated to hear me. He accidentally pulled the trigger and shot the last son. The dream ended with me screaming over his dead body

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