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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.

My dream begins with My dad, his wife and my two half sisters driving home from a family get together in the country. It was well after dark and the girls were fussy and over tired. We saw out the window a small but unfamilliar church as we drove down one of the historical roads with the overarching oak trees (you know , the kind of streets you aren’t allowed to build on or develop?) . From the car we could see the lights in the church were on and people were inhabiting it despite It being late. Dad call from the driver seat , “ hey, Maybe we should go pay them a visit” and I was like “no dad, It’s 11 o’clock at night. Plus, you cant just invite yourself into a church function that’s weird and impolite. “ You just don’t want to go say hi because you think christians are weird” I stopped arguing as we pulled into the empty parking lot ( where were the attendees parking?) . So walked into the church and said hello . The people there were all plump and friendly, and they greeted us as if they expected our company. There was a girl my age wearing a purple sweater that matched the brackets of her braces who wouldn’t stop asking me were I wanted to go to college. The mood changed from jolly to forboding as we decided to leave. The people we met in the church followed us to our car urging us to stay . As we drove home I saw the same church front appear in different places on the route home. Everything seemingly returned to the status quo as we ended our trip and got settled in at home. All the while I was obsessing about the bizarre church and the even stranger people within it . who were they ? Where were their cars? Why were they at church in the middle of the night, in the first place? The next day in chemistry I was telling a friend ( a kid in my chemistry class that I actually can’t stand) about the mysterious encounter and my plan to return the following night. he was like “ whoa , that’s spooky, Don’t go!” and I was like “ I’m definitely going” He said “well, in that case , I’m coming with you” So, we drove out to where the church was passing a few identical churches on the way. We went back to the original site of the church and entered. Its patrons hadn’t left . When we enter they all came at us trying to restrain us. Before they were upon us I tried to reopen the door and escape. I had locked automatically. Then just when the situation seemed most dire, my friend pulled out a pocket knife , and broke a window through which we escaped and sped away in my car. The Church building followed us , popping up sporadically on streets that had been empty before.

Souvent on découvre malheureusement le bricolage en plomberie par une fuite, un problème d'évacuation bouchée ou un mécanisme de chasse défectueux... Ce sont en généralement des interventions urgentes ce qui donnent envie, si on n'est pas du tout bricoleuse ou bricoleur, avec un peu d'outillage et de pièces détachées, de faire appel à une société de dépannage ou un artisan. Comme nous vous le rappelons dans le forum Litiges Travaux il est impératif de faire réaliser un devis écrit mentionnant le prix de l'intégralité de l'intervention avant que l'entreprise ne réalise la réparation ou les travaux nécessaires. Même si vous vous trouvez en situation d'urgence, prenez quand même le temps de demander plusieurs devis. C’est pour cela que fait appel à plombier a paris pas cher

I had a dream this morning that I don't understand. It's like I was at my aunt's house with my family we were celebrating something I'm not sure but it had just got done raining for days because the back yard was flooded. The water was so high.Plus in the dream my aunts back yard was connect to the Chattahoochee River (not sure if you've heard it) but it's a major river in the south. It has claimed the lives of many. Anyways, my cousins and & I are sitting on my aunts deck just talking and I saw a piece of wood break that separated my aunts yard from the river. I immediately got up and warned my cousins we needed to move to the porch next to us because where we sitting the foundation of the house & deck were going to go into the river. But they laughed and said I was overreacting, that nothing would happen. So, I listened to them but I knew in my heart that I was right. So I sat close enough to the edge so I could escape. Moments later the foundation gave away, I think there was a earthquake too. I don't remember who all survived but I did. While this was happening I was telling them they should have listened to me. After everything had calmed down, I was walking around trying to see could I see if I could help anybody. I couldn't find my cell phone. My mom called my aunts phone to speak to me..she complained how she had been calling me several times but she couldn't get in contact with me. She wanted to tell me my grandma died. I literally had just saw here before the earthquake and stuff. My uncle and her left my aunts to go back home which was literally right up the street. When my mom told me the news, I felt a sense of regret. I felt I took my grandma for granted because in my mind I knew I would see her later but she died before I did. Then I woke up * my grandma has been dead for 8 years in real life

A voyeur to a group of people on the beach sunbathing nearest the rocks, the waves are crass, i am spying through binoculars. hummingbirds fly around my head like magic, im ecstatic but my friend berates me, the colorful birds start trying to peck out my eyes, so i cover my face, blindly walking and be lead along by the same friend. my sister and i are going to go swimming, but neither own a bathing suit, i try to cut some clothes as makeshift, but they are ill-fitting and i am exposed, my sister acts a bystander a question, then something about being plus sized. some mention of vampires, trying to figure out who the culprit is, who's the one who's been feeding.. i picture a man's face, he looks haggard and bestial. the ocean.. later i am in a stuffy old waiting room, and what seem to be hallucinations of cutesy cartoons muck about. someone speaks of darkness, and then apologizes.. crone?

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