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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.

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I've had this same dream twice in a night ( 21/3/16). The first dream was sad and the second turned out happy. In the first dream, I was close friends with this boy( I don't know who he is) and we're both 15/16 years old( I'm 15 right now turning 16 in august). The boy has dirty blond hair, muscular arms ( that's all I know of this boy as I have never seen him before)We had just become friends but it felt like we liked eachother but we're to scared to admit it. This boy told me that when he was a little boy he use to get abused by his dad but one day his dad just left. So one day I was at my house with my family and the boy came running to my house and told me his dad was back and after him. We didn't tell my family so when his dad came to the door they let him in and he explained that he was the boys dad. My family left the house to give the boy and his dad privacy but I stayed. The dad had started to abuse the boy again but I stepped in and took the beating meant for the boy. After the dad was done, he left and the boy took me upstairs, cared for my injuries and we both lay in bed side by side. The boy wouldn't stop crying because he felt bad that I took the beating but I reassured him I was fine and would do that again if I had to. The boy still felt sad and blamed him self so he took his life and I couldn't save him. I saved him once from his dad but I couldn't save him then. In the second dream that I had the same night, everything happend the way it happened in the first dream. Me and the boy are friends, he told me he use to get abused, his dad went away, the boy comes to my house because his dad's back. But for some reason I knew what would happen if someone in my family opened the door , so I told my family not to open the door if somone knocks. His dad came to my house, knocked on the door , but no one opened the door. The dad went away after knocking a couple times and I saved the boy from getting abused again. I saved the boy from taking his life. When I woke up, I felt really sad because I remembered that in the first dream the boy took his life because of me. The thought of this is eating me up and I feel like crying due to that, even though I did save him in the second dream. The dream is all I'm thinking about and the boy even though I don't know who he is. These dreams did happen on the same night right after eachother

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I dreamt that my exhusband, Nick, our kids, and my current boyfriend , Raul, of 4 years went to my exhusbands grandparents house in Iowa. Nicks Grandfather was rocking in a chair and Nick started talking deep with him, mind u grandfather has been dead for years in real life. Raul was there physically in the corner of the room but noone acknowledged his mental presence. Not even him. The kid s and I wander into the kitchen where nick storms in and ripsthe rug off the kitchen floor where we see a huge hole like 15 foot across and nicks grandmother is down there. Grandfather had murdered her with a hammer to the head. Blood and decomposition, the kids saw and i shielded their eyes. I woke up. So the grandparents had switched living/death positions and i was in the presence of my ex whom i loathe. Wtf plz help me understand:/ Shelby

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An ex- boyfriend of many years of my life when we were younger - passed away last month - in a way I never thought would happen. I don't understand it... The dream was seeing him at an outside event...people everywhere...when I walked by he reached for my hand and we walked but he was guiding me...I started to cry and he turned around and held me. He then grabbed my hand and smiled and quietly turned away. I have not seen him in over 15 years but we were together for 6 great years.

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